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sandbank. My Swedish ally had served as midship- 

 man in his country's navy and knew a good deal 

 about navigation. So we all got out and stood 

 up to our waists in the cold water and shoved her 

 off. Then we gladly set sail for the quay, recking 

 less of the biggest pike ever spawned than of a 

 hot schnapps and a fire at which to dry our con- 

 tinuations. That was not the only time the 

 voracious pike lured me forth to my undoing. 

 Only last winter I journeyed to Norfolk on the 

 same errand, spent some merry evenings in the 

 excellent company of Mr. Nicholas Everitt, whose 

 book on Broadland is so delightfully illustrated 

 by himself, and also sat for seven hours in driving 

 snow on Buckenham Broad. The float went 

 under only once, when the bait had got foul of 

 the reeds. 



With the coming of June, when we moved to 

 some convenient rooms at Warnemiinde, Am 

 Strom, the University saw even less, and the river 

 even more, of me than before ; and three or four 

 students professed themselves willing disciples 

 of the gentle art and deserted their academy for 

 the seductive sport in which the stranger found 

 such unholy joy. O excellent Bursche ! The 

 memory of your scarred faces and rotund trunks 

 and honest, kindly hearts has stood the test of 

 fifteen years, and will be green for many more. A 

 little quarrelsome you were, when not maudlin, in 



