river-swells

Updated: May 12, 2025

I coolly took a blanket from a man that looked as though he did not need it, and wrapped myself cosily under a bench in a corner. The cabin light flared dimly, half irradiating the forms below, and the boat heaved a little on the river-swells. The night was cold, the floor hard, and I almost dead with fatigue. But what of that!

George Alfred Townsend - Campaigns of a Non-Combatant,: and His Romaunt Abroad During the War