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
Fairly in the broad river again the Rob Roy came to Neuilly, and it was
plain that my Sunday rest had enabled over thirty miles to be
accomplished without any fatigue at the end. With some hesitation we
selected an inn on the water-side. The canoe was taken up to it and put
on a table in a summer-house, while my own bed was in a garret where one
could not stand upright--the only occasion where I have been badly
housed; and pray let no one be misled by the name of this abode--"The
Jolly Rowers."
Next day the river flowed fast again, and numerous islands made the
channels difficult to find. The worst of these difficulties is that you
cannot prepare for them. No map gives any just idea of your route--the
people on the river itself are profoundly ignorant of its navigation.
For instance, in starting, my landlord told me that in two hours we
should reach Paris. After ten miles an intelligent man said, "Distance
from Paris? it is six hours from here;" while a third informed me a
little further on, "It is just three leagues and a half from this spot."
The banks were now dotted with villas, and numerous pleasure-boats were
moored at neat little stairs. The vast number of these boats quite
astonished me, and the more so as very few of them were ever to be seen
in actual use.
The French are certainly ingenious in their boat-making, but more of
ingenuity than of practical exercise is seen on the water. On several
rivers we remarked the "walking machine," in which a man can walk on the
water by fixing two small boats on his feet. A curious mode of rowing
with your face to the bows has lately been invented by a Frenchman, and
it is described in the Appendix.
We stopped to breakfast at a new canal cutting, and as there were many
_gamins_ about, I fastened a stone to my painter and took the boat out
into the middle of the river, and so left her moored within sight of the
arbour, where I sat, and also within sight of the ardent-eyed boys who
gazed for hours with wistful looks on the tiny craft and its fluttering
flag. Their desire to handle as well as to see is only natural for
these little fellows, and, therefore, if the lads behave well, I always
make a point of showing them the whole affair quite near, after they
have had to abstain from it so long as a forbidden pleasure.
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