152 THE UPPER RAPIDS. 



their style of pulling, but the clumsy boats 

 were dashing through the water at a speed 

 they had been little accustomed to. 



" Give way, my boys I" said the Squire. 



"That's the stroke! Bend to it!" said 

 the Parson. " Why, in the name of all 

 that's unlucky, can't you sit still ? What on 

 earth are you fidgeting about ?" 



But the Scholar, who was a little cramped 

 among the heterogenous articles that had 

 been lumped into the boat, had begun ar- 

 ranging them ; and, as ill-luck would have it, 

 first put his hands upon the late punch-bowl, 

 the bait-kettle ; into which, though still con- 

 taining some remains of the punch, the coffee- 

 cups and egg-shells, which had served as 

 drinking glasses, had been huddled pro- 

 miscuously. 



The Scholar carefully picked out the 

 coffee-cups, and then unceremoniously emp- 

 tied the kettle over the side. The men's 

 countenances fell. 



The Parson, who had been attending to 

 the business of the race, and had addressed 

 the Scholar just before, only parenthetically, 

 caught sight of the men's faces, and, turning 

 round to see what had attracted their atten- 



