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wants a little determination。〃
But I could not persuade them。
Rather an amusing thing happened while dressing that morning。 I was very
cold when I got back into the boat； and； in my hurry to get my shirt on；
I accidentally jerked it into the water。 It made me awfully wild；
especially as George burst out laughing。 I could not see anything to
laugh at； and I told George so； and he only laughed the more。 I never
saw a man laugh so much。 I quite lost my temper with him at last； and I
pointed out to him what a drivelling maniac of an imbecile idiot he was；
but he only roared the louder。 And then； just as I was landing the
shirt； I noticed that it was not my shirt at all； but George's； which I
had mistaken for mine； whereupon the humour of the thing struck me for
the first time； and I began to laugh。 And the more I looked from
George's wet shirt to George； roaring with laughter； the more I was
amused； and I laughed so much that I had to let the shirt fall back into
the water again。
〃Ar'n't you … you … going to get it out？〃 said George； between his
shrieks。
I could not answer him at all for a while； I was laughing so； but； at
last； between my peals I managed to jerk out：
〃It isn't my shirt … it's YOURS！〃
I never saw a man's face change from lively to severe so suddenly in all
my life before。
〃What！〃 he yelled； springing up。 〃You silly cuckoo！ Why can't you be
more careful what you're doing？ Why the deuce don't you go and dress on
the bank？ You're not fit to be in a boat； you're not。 Gimme the
hitcher。〃
I tried to make him see the fun of the thing； but he could not。 George
is very dense at seeing a joke sometimes。
Harris proposed that we should have scrambled eggs for breakfast。 He
said he would cook them。 It seemed； from his account； that he was very
good at doing scrambled eggs。 He often did them at picnics and when out
on yachts。 He was quite famous for them。 People who had once tasted his
scrambled eggs； so we gathered from his conversation； never cared for any
other food afterwards； but pined away and died when they could not get
them。
It made our mouths water to hear him talk about the things； and we handed
him out the stove and the frying…pan and all the eggs that had not
smashed and gone over everything in the hamper； and begged him to begin。
He had some trouble in breaking the eggs … or rather not so much trouble
in breaking them exactly as in getting them into the frying…pan when
broken； and keeping them off his trousers； and preventing them from
running up his sleeve； but he fixed some half…a…dozen into the pan at
last； and then squatted down by the side of the stove and chivied them
about with a fork。
It seemed harassing work； so far as George and I could judge。 Whenever
he went near the pan he burned himself； and then he would drop everything
and dance round the stove； flicking his fingers about and cursing the
things。 Indeed； every time George and I looked round at him he was sure
to be performing this feat。 We thought at first that it was a necessary
part of the culinary arrangements。
We did not know what scrambled eggs were； and we fancied that it must be
some Red Indian or Sandwich Islands sort of dish that required dances and
incantations for its proper cooking。 Montmorency went and put his nose
over it once； and the fat spluttered up and scalded him； and then he
began dancing and cursing。 Altogether it was one of the most interesting
and exciting operations I have ever witnessed。 George and I were both
quite sorry when it was over。
The result was not altogether the success that Harris had anticipated。
There seemed so little to show for the business。 Six eggs had gone into
the frying…pan； and all that came out was a teaspoonful of burnt and
unappetizing looking mess。
Harris said it was the fault of the frying…pan； and thought it would have
gone better if we had had a fish…kettle and a gas…stove； and we decided
not to attempt the dish again until we had those aids to housekeeping by
us。
The sun had got more powerful by the time we had finished breakfast； and
the wind had dropped； and it was as lovely a morning as one could desire。
Little was in sight to remind us of the nineteenth century； and； as we
looked out upon the river in the morning sunlight； we could almost fancy
that the centuries between us and that ever…to…be…famous June morning of
1215 had been drawn aside； and that we； English yeomen's sons in homespun
cloth； with dirk at belt； were waiting there to witness the writing of
that stupendous page of history； the meaning whereof was to be translated
to the common people some four hundred and odd years later by one Oliver
Cromwell； who had deeply studied it。
It is a fine summer morning … sunny； soft； and still。 But through the
air there runs a thrill of coming stir。 King John has slept at Duncroft
Hall； and all the day before the little town of Staines has echoed to the
clang of armed men； and the clatter of great horses over its rough
stones； and the shouts of captains； and the grim oaths and surly jests of
bearded bowmen； billmen； pikemen； and strange…speaking foreign spearmen。
Gay…cloaked companies of knights and squires have ridden in； all travel…
stained and dusty。 And all the evening long the timid townsmen's doors
have had to be quick opened to let in rough groups of soldiers； for whom
there must be found both board and lodging； and the best of both； or woe
betide the house and all within； for the sword is judge and jury；
plaintiff and executioner； in these tempestuous times； and pays for what
it takes by sparing those from whom it takes it； if it pleases it to do
so。
Round the camp…fire in the market…place gather still more of the Barons'
troops； and eat and drink deep； and bellow forth roystering drinking
songs； and gamble and quarrel as the evening grows and deepens into
night。 The firelight sheds quaint shadows on their piled…up arms and on
their uncouth forms。 The children of the town steal round to watch them；
wondering； and brawny country wenches； laughing； draw near to bandy ale…
house jest and jibe with the swaggering troopers； so unlike the village
swains； who； now despised； stand apart behind； with vacant grins upon
their broad； peering faces。 And out from the fields around； glitter the
faint lights of more distant camps； as here some great lord's followers
lie mustered； and there false John's French mercenaries hover like
crouching wolves without the town。
And so； with sentinel in each dark street； and twinkling watch…fires on
each height around； the night has worn away； and over this fair valley of
old Thame has broken the morning of the great day that is to close so big
with the fate of ages yet unborn。
Ever since grey dawn； in the lower of the two islands； just above where
we ar