The immediate pangs of hunger being assuaged, I craved tea. Tea is the
one stimulant in which I indulge. A cup of moderately strong Oolong,
slightly weakened by the addition of a modicum of cream or hot milk,
with three lumps of sugar in it, is to me a most refreshing drink and
one to which I am strongly drawn. So I set about brewing myself a
portion of tea.
Again backsets developed. I enumerate them: First, I knew nothing,
except by the merest hearsay, of the art of brewing tea. Second, I had
failed to provide myself with a teapot or similar vessel. Third, in the
natural confusion of the moment I had left the tea on board the train.
Fourth, there was no milk, neither was there cream or sugar. A sense of
lassitude, with a slight headache, was the result of my having perforce
to forego my customary cup.
I had meant to devote the hour following the meal to an enlivening
discourse on the joys of outdoor life and communion with Nature in her
devious moods, as the poet hath said, to be couched in language suitable
for the understanding of my hearers. Accordingly, stretching myself
prone on my blanket, with my pink sofa pillow beneath my head, I began
an opening sentence.
Shortly thereafter I must have drifted off; for, on being wakened by the
efforts of an ant to penetrate my inner ear, I discovered, somewhat to
my disapproval since there had been no order to this effect, that the
five youngsters had divested themselves of their outer garbings and were
disporting themselves in the lake--some wading near shore, some diving
headlong from a fallen log that protruded from the bank. A superficial
scrutiny of their movements showed me that, though all were capable of
sustaining themselves in the unstable element, scarce one of them made
any pretence of following out the evolutions as laid down for guidance
in the work entitled "Swimming in Twenty Easy Lessons."
Without loss of time I repaired to the shelter of a near-by thicket,
where I removed my costume and folded it neatly, as is my wont, and
swiftly attired myself in a new bathing suit. In another moment I had
mounted the fallen log and was advancing toward the spot where they
were splashing about.
"Hold, young gentlemen--hold!" I called out, at the same time halting
them with a wave of my hand. "Kindly desist and give to me your
undivided attention. The method employed by you in keeping your persons
afloat is, as I note, faulty in the extreme. By actual demonstration I
shall now instruct you in the rudiments of this graceful art."
With these words, I advanced another step and yet another. At this
instant my foot slipped on the rounded surface of the recumbent tree,
and before I could extend my limbs forth and arrange them in the proper
attitude for making the first stroke, in fact before I had an
opportunity for taking any precautionary measures whatsoever, I was
propelled outward and downward upon the bosom of the lake, striking with
considerable violence on my lower diaphragm.
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