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It was like caravaning or camping out: you managed your movements and moments skilfully, and if you were Mrs. Bilton you had a curtain slung across your part of the room, in case your younger charges shouldn't always be asleep when they looked as if they were. Gradually one alleviation was added to another, and Mrs. Bilton forgot the rigours of the beginning.
There was also "The Whole Art of Caravaning," with certain passages marked in pencil, such as this: "We pull up to measure the breadth of the gate, and if it be broad enough, send forward an ambassador to the farm, who shall explain that we would fain camp here, that we are not gypsies, vagabonds or suspicious characters, that we will leave all as we find it, and will not rob or wantonly destroy.
Her mother in the old, familiar vanguard, her father with that bulge to his back from which the gray coat hung loosely, Albert struggling to save his luggage from the fiery piracy of a "red cap." Her first sense was of fatness, their incredible, caravaning, lumbaginous fatness! There was a new chin to her mother.
Our only real disappointment is that caravaning makes you so tired that there is no chance of cricket, for we brought cricket things with us, but have never been able to use them. We might have done so at Salford, perhaps, but the river was so very tempting that we rowed about instead. "Yours sincerely and gratefully, Jack Rotheram wrote: DEAR X.,
Scott; "if you really are still keen on caravaning, I'll give you a new one, with proper title-deeds, in case any new Mr. Amory turns up, and we will all superintend its building." "Hurrah!" cried the children. "And we'll call it Slowcoach the Second." It was at this point that Uncle Christopher came in. "This is very sad," he said.
In the meanwhile caravaning to all quarters is to be stopped. 31st. Purchased an outfit for Said. Afterwards he would put them on, and walked all over the town, and left me to cook the dinner myself. I said nothing to him, humouring his vanity. No people are so fond of new and fine clothes as Negroes. 1st November. A strong wind blowing from the south-east, or nearly east.
He took his place, white-robed, a gleaming upon the sand. Silent almost always, it was nothing that he should sit silent now, quiet, moveless, gone away apparently among the stars. The moments dropped, each a larger round. Glenfernie moved, sat up. "I've felt you and your calm in our caravaning. Let me see if my Arabic will carry me here! What have you that I have not and that I long for?"
There were tales of lion hunting with Arabs and tiger hunting in the jungles of India, of whaling in the Arctic and hair-breadth escapes from giant snakes in South America, of cruises in southern seas and caravaning across the high plateaus of Central Asia. One story in particular stuck in his mind, and more particularly one little detail out of that story.
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