Excerpt from The Uncommercial TravellerSo orderly, so quiet, so regular - the rising and falling of the Tug-steamer, the Lighter, and the boat - the turning of the Windlass - the coming in of the tide that I myself seemed, to my own think ing, anything but new to the Spot. Yet, I had never seen it in my life a minute before, and had traversed two hundred miles to get at it. That very morning I had come bowling down, and struggling up, hill-country roads; looking back at snowy sum mits; meeting courteous peasants, well to do, driv ing fat pigs and cattle to market; noting the neat and thrifty dwellings, with their unusual quantity of clean white linen drying on the bushes; having windy weather suggested by every cotter's little rick, with its thatch straw-ridged and extra straw-ridged into overhanging compartments like the back of a. Rhinoceros. Had I not given a lift of fourteen miles to the Coast-guardsman (kit and all), who was com ing to his spell of duty there, and had we not just now parted company '2 So it was; but the journey seemed to glide down into the placid sea, with other chafe and trouble, and for the moment nothing was so calmly and monotonously real under the sun light as the gentle rising and falling of the water with its freight, the regular turning of the Windlass aboard the Lighter, and the slight obstruction so very near my feet.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.