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He explained rapidly, and the two started to chuckle. "It should work," Scotty agreed. "Go ahead. I'll take over the watch. Hey! There he goes." The houseboater had just walked into the barbershop. Rick ran to the next corner and into the grocery store. He hesitated briefly, then picked out two boxes of cereal, and added a box of sugar. He had them put into a bag, paid for them, and hurried back.
If anyone leaves the houseboat for the Whiteside pier, she'll call us. We'll take over at the pier. It just might happen that the houseboater will pay a call on the barber." Duke didn't comment, but Rick knew the editor's mind was at work. "Make yourself at home," Duke said, and went back to his editorial writing. Now and then Barby called, wanting to chat, but Rick discouraged her.
Scotty hurried out, while Rick settled down to wait. Scotty, using Jerry's car, would locate the houseboater at the pier. Rick would stand by, ready to take over as necessary. A short time later Scotty called on the Megabuck network. "I'm in the pier parking lot. He's tying the pram up." "Can he see you?" "Not unless he comes over and inspects the cars." "Okay."
We catch a glimpse of them when landing on our petty errands, we now and then see a houseboater at his nets, and in the villages a few lackadaisical folk are lounging by the wharf; but as a rule, in these closing days of our pilgrimage, we glide through what is almost a solitude. The imagination has not to go far afield, to rehabilitate the river as it appeared to the earliest voyagers.
Sometimes the vessel is seaworthy enough to lie out and take whatever wind and waves may inflict; but that is usually where much of the charm and comfort of the houseboat has been sacrificed to make her so. Then too the houseboater is usually quite a landlubber after all; so that even if the boat is strong enough to meet an angry sea, the owner's stomach is not.
We turned and closed behind us the ancient iron gate of Westover. On the next morning, we exercised one of the most enjoyable prerogatives of the houseboater, one that belongs to him as to but few other travellers that of changing his mind and his destination.
Who was to say that the houseboater hadn't really wanted a haircut? If only there were some way of overhearing the conversation.... Jerry Webster came out and stood beside him. "See your man?" Rick gestured. "In front of the Sports Center." "What are you going to do now?" "I was just wondering the same thing." Jerry grinned. "Don't tell me you don't have a complete plan!
While it is charming to drop anchor every now and then in a snug, new harbour, where Nature, as she tucks you in with woodland green, has smiles and graces that you never saw before, yet the houseboater soon learns that each delightful, new-found pocket in the watery world means necessity for several other new-found things.
The hated early call; the hasty breakfast with coffee-cup in one hand and time-table in the other; the dismal drive through dull, sleeping streets; the cheerless station; the gloomy train-shed with its lines of coaches wrapped in acrid engine smoke. But the houseboater knows another way. For him, the early call is the call of the tide that finds ready response from a lover of the sea.
Occasionally, when high and dry upon the land, they have a bit of vegetable garden about them, rented for a time from the farmer; but, even with the floaters, chickens are commonly kept, generally in a coop on the roof, connected with the shore by a special gang-plank for the fowls; and the other day, we saw a thrifty houseboater who had several colonies of bees.
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