Then we discussed the food question. George said:
„Begin with breakfast.“ (George is so practical.) „Now for breakfast we shall want a frying-pan“ — (Harris said it was indigestible; but we merely urged him not to be an ass, and George went on) — „a tea pot and a kettle, and a methylated spirit stove.“
„No oil“, said George, with a significant look; and Harris and I agreed.
We had taken up an oil-stove once, but „never again“. It had been like living in an oil-shop that week. It oozed. I never saw such a thing as paraffine oil is to ooze. We kept it in the nose of the boat, and, from there, it oozed down to the rudder, impregnating the whole boat and everything in it on its way, and it oozed over the river, and saturated the scenery and spoilt the atmosphere.
Sometimes a westerly oily wind blew, and at other times an easterly oily wind, and sometimes it blew a northerly oily wind, and maybe a southerly oily wind; but whether it came from
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