A Thousand Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe on Rivers and Lakes of EuropeMacGregor, John
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A Thousand Miles in the Rob Roy Canoe on Rivers and Lakes of Europe
MacGregor, John
Canoes and canoeing -- Europe; Europe -- Description and travel; History -- Miscellanea; MacGregor, John, 1825-1892 -- Travel -- Europe
I pulled up my boat on the dark shore, and, all dripping wet, I mounted
to the house above, and speedily aroused the inmates. A window opened,
and a worthy couple appeared in their night-dresses, holding a candle to
examine the intruder. The tableau was most comical. The man asked, "Is
it a farce?" He could scarcely expect a traveller from England to arrive
there at such an hour. But he soon helped me to carry the boat to a
little Restaurant, where a dozen men were drinking, who rushed out with
lamps to look at the boat, but entirely omitted to help the forlorn
captain.
Nor was there any room in this Restaurant, so we had to carry the boat
through the dark streets to another house, where another lot of topers
received me in like style. We put the Rob Roy into a garden here, and
her sails flapped next morning while a crowd gazed over the walls with
anxious curiosity. The worthy husband who had thus left his spouse that
he might carry my wet boat, all slippery with mud, was highly pleased
with a five-franc piece, which was the least I thought him to deserve,
though it was like a five-pound note to him in such a cheap country.
Next morning in the light of day we had a survey of the scene of last
night's adventure. It was very amusing to trace the various channels we
had groped about in the darkness.
Here I met a French gentleman, of gay and pleasant manner, but who
bemoaned his lot as Secretary of a great factory in this outlandish
place, instead of being in joyous, thoughtless, brilliant Paris, where,
he said, often for days together he did not sleep in bed, but ran one
night into the next by balls, theatres, and supper parties.
He kindly took me to see the great salt works, that send refined salt
all over Europe. This rock salt is hoisted out of a deep mine, in blocks
like those of coal, having been hewn from the strata below, which are
pierced by long and lofty galleries. Then it is covered in tanks by
water, which becomes saturated, and is conducted to flat evaporating
pans, when the water is expelled by the heat of great furnaces, and the
salt appears in masses like snow-drift. Salt that is sold by weight they
judiciously wet again, and other qualities sold by measure they cleverly
deposit in crooked crystals, so as to take up as much space as possible!
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