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Chapter 4
ButI’mgladwetookthewhisky.
Wedidn’ttakebeerorwine. Theyareamistakeuptheriver. Theymakeyoufeelsleepyandheavy. Aglassintheeveningwhenyouaredoingamouchroundthetownandlookingatthegirlsisallrightenough;butdon’tdrinkwhenthesunisblazingdownonyourhead,andyou’vegothardworktodo.
Wemadealistofthethingstobetaken,andaprettylengthyoneitwas,beforewepartedthatevening. Thenextday,whichwasFriday,wegotthemalltogether,andmetintheeveningtopack. WegotabigGladstonefortheclothes,andacoupleofhampersforthevictualsandthecookingutensils. Wemovedthetableupagainstthewindow,piledeverythinginaheapinthemiddleofthefloor,andsatroundandlookedatit.
IsaidI’dpack.
Iratherpridemyselfonmypacking. PackingisoneofthosemanythingsthatIfeelIknowmoreaboutthananyotherpersonliving. (Itsurprisesmemyself,sometimes,howmanyofthesesubjectsthereare.) IimpressedthefactuponGeorgeandHarris,andtoldthemthattheyhadbetterleavethewholematterentirelytome. Theyfellintothesuggestionwithareadinessthathadsomethinguncannyaboutit. Georgeputonapipeandspreadhimselfovertheeasy-chair,andHarriscockedhislegsonthetableandlitacigar.
ThiswashardlywhatIintended. WhatIhadmeant,ofcourse,was,thatIshouldbossthejob,andthatHarrisandGeorgeshouldpotteraboutundermydirections,Ipushingthemasideeverynowandthenwith, "Oh,you—!""Here,letmedoit.""Thereyouare,simpleenough!"—reallyteachingthem,asyoumightsay.