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
The vineyards of Ai, near Epernay, are the most celebrated for their
wine. After the bottles are filled, they are placed neck downwards, and
the sediment collects near the cork. Each bottle is then uncorked in
this position, and the confined gas forces out a little of the wine with
the sediment, while a skilful man dexterously replaces the cork when
this sediment has been expelled. One would think that only a very
skilful man can perform such a feat. When the bottles are stored in
"caves," or vast cellars, the least change of temperature causes them to
burst by hundreds. Sometimes one-fourth of the bottles explode in this
manner, and it is said that the renowned Madame Clicquot lost 400,000 in
the hot autumn of 1843, before sufficient ice could be fetched from
Paris to cool her spacious cellars. Every year about fifty million
bottles of genuine champagne are made in France, and no one can say how
many more millions of bottles of "French champagne" are imbibed every
year by a confiding world.
The Marne is a large and deep river, and its waters are kept up by
barriers every few miles. It is rather troublesome to pass these by
taking the boat out and letting it down on the other side, and in
crossing one of them I gave a serious blow to the stern of the canoe
against an iron bar. This blow started four planks from the sternpost,
and revealed to me also that the whole frame had suffered from the
journey at night on an open truck. However, as my own ship's carpenter
was on board, and had nails and screws, we soon managed to make all
tight again, and by moonlight came to Dormans, where I got two men to
carry the boat as usual to an hotel, and had the invariable run of
visitors from that time until everybody went to bed.
It is curious to remark the different names by which the canoe has been
called, and among these the following:--"_Batteau_," "_schiff_,"
"_bôt_," "_barca_," "_canôt_," "_caique_" (the soldiers who have been in
the Crimea call it thus), "_chaloupe_" "_navire_," "_schipp_" (Low
German), "_yacht_" ("jacht"--Danish, "jaht," from "jagen," to ride
quickly--properly a boat drawn by horses). Several people have spoken of
it as "_batteau à vapeur_," for in the centre of France they have never
seen a steamboat, but the usual name with the common people is "_petit
batteau_" and among the educated people "_nacelle_" or "_perissoir_;"
this last as we call a dangerous boat a "coffin" or "sudden death."
An early start next morning found me slipping along with a tolerable
current and under sail before a fine fresh breeze, but with the same
unalterable blue sky. I had several interesting conversations with
farmers and others riding to market along the road which here skirts the
river. What most surprises the Frenchman is that a traveller can
possibly be happy alone! Not one hour have I had of _ennui_, and,
however selfish it may seem, it is true that for this sort of journey I
prefer to travel entirely _seul_.
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