Strona:Jerome K. Jerome - Trzej ludzie w jednej łodzi.djvu/50

the Arctic snows, or was raised in the waste of the desert sands, it came alike to us laden with the fragrance of paraffine oil.
 And that oil oozed up and ruined the sunset; and as for the moonbeams, they positively reeked of paraffine.
 We tried to get away from it at Marlow. We left the boat by the bridge, and took a walk through the town to escape it but it followed us. The whole town was full of oil.
 We passed through the church-yard, and it seemed as if the people had been buried in oil. The High Street stunk of oil; we wondered how people could live in it. And we walked miles upon miles out Birmingham way; but it was no use, the country was steeped in oil.
 At the end of that trip we met together at midnight in a lonely field, under a blasted oak, and took an awful oath (we had been swearing for a whole week about the thing in an ordinary, middle-class way, but this was a swell affair) — an awful oath never to take paraffine oil with us in a boat again — except, of course, in case of sickness.
 Therefore, in the present instance, we confined ourselves to methylated spirit. Even that is bad enough. You get methylated pie and methylated cake. But methylated spirit is more wholesome when taken into the system in large quantities than paraffine oil.
 For other breakfast things, George suggested eggs and bacon, which were easy to cook, cold meat, tea, bread and butter, and jam. For