Chapter 8 We woke late the next morning, and, at Harris’s earnest desire, partook of a plain breakfast, with “non dainties.” Then we cleaned up, and put everything straight (a continual labour, which was beginning to afford me a pretty clear insight into a question that had often posed me – namely, how a woman […]
Chapter 7 Marlow is one of the pleasantest river centres I know of. It is a bustling, lively little town; not very picturesque on the whole, it is true, but there are many quaint nooks and corners to be found in it, nevertheless – standing arches in the shattered bridge of Time, over which our
Chapter 6 I woke at six the next morning; and found George awake too. We both turned round, and tried to go to sleep again, but we could not. Had there been any particular reason why we should not have gone to sleep again, but have got up and dressed then and there, we should
Chapter 5 We made George work, now we had got him. He did not want to work, of course; that goes without saying. He had had a hard time in the City, so he explained. Harris, who is callous in his nature, and not prone to pity, said:“Ah! and now you are going to have
Chapter 4 It was while passing through Moulsey Lock an enclosure (as in a canal) with gates at each end, used in raising or lowering boats as they pass from level to level. that Harris told me about his maze experience. It took us some time to pass through, as we were the only boat,
Chapter 3 It was Mrs. Poppets that woke me up next morning.She said:“Do you know that it’s nearly nine o’clock, sir?”“Nine o’ what?” I cried, starting up.“Nine o’clock,” she replied, through the keyhole. “I thought you was a-oversleeping yourselves.”I woke Harris, and told him. He said: ”I thought you wanted to get up at six?”“So I
Chapter 2 So, on the following evening, we again assembled, to discuss and arrange our plans. Harris said:“Now, the first thing to settle is what to take with us. Now, you get a bit of paper and write down, J., and you get the grocery catalogue, George, and somebody give me a bit of pencil,
Chapter 1 The narrator Jerome Klapka Jerome along with his two long time real-life friends – George Wingrave (who went on to become a senior manager in Barclays Bank) and Carl Hentschel (the founder of a London printing press) called Harris in the book, are spending an evening in the narrator’s room. With them they
Chapter 11 And now I come to perhaps the strangest adventure that happened to us in all this strange business, and one which shows how wonderfully things are brought about.I was walking along quietly, some way in front of the other two, down the banks of the stream which runs from the oasis till it
Chapter 10 “Good,” said Sir Henry’s voice at last, and it sounded awful in the intense stillness, “how many matches have you in the box?”“Eight, Curtis.”“Strike one and let us see the time.”He did so, and in contrast to the dense darkness the flame nearly blinded us. It was five o’clock by my watch. The
Chapter 9 While we were engaged in recovering from our fright, and in examining the grisly wonders of the Place of Death, Gagool had been differently occupied. Somehow or other—for she was marvellously active when she chose—she had scrambled on to the great table, and made her way to where our departed friend Twala was
Chapter 8 For an hour and a half or more we tramped on up the heather-fringed way, going so fast in our excitement that the bearers of Gagool’s hammock could scarcely keep pace with us, and its occupant piped out to us to stop.“Walk more slowly, white men,” she said, projecting her hideous shrivelled countenance
Chapter 7 Slowly, and without the slightest appearance of haste or excitement, the three columns crept on. When within about five hundred yards of us, the main or centre column halted at the root of a tongue of open plain which ran up into the hill, to give time to the other divisions to circumvent
Chapter 6 Luckily for us, Infadoos and the chiefs knew all the paths of the great town perfectly, so that we passed by side-ways unmolested, and notwithstanding the gloom we made fair progress.For an hour or more we journeyed on, till at length the eclipse began to pass, and that edge of the moon which
Chapter 5 All that afternoon we travelled along the magnificent roadway, which trended steadily in a north-westerly direction. Infadoos and Scragga walked with us, but their followers marched about one hundred paces ahead.“Infadoos,” I said at length, “who made this road?”“It was made, my lord, of old time, none know how or when, not even