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their voyage up the river.—Though we never
dropped into poetry or song, with us, as with
them, nothing came amiss. Everything was a
pleasure, from the clouds chasing each other
lazily above the Loire and occasionally uncover-
ing the sun, showing us how hot the day might
be, to the old women and little girls in blue skirts
and sabots, each watching one cow or a couple of
white turkeys or geese, whom we met at intervals
all day long; from the seemingly endless kilo-
metres of level white road between poplars to
the too short down-grade between vineyards into
Pouilly. The only incident throughout the morn-
ing was the discovery of two men stealing grapes
from a vineyard. We took them to be its owners,
and would have offered to buy their fruit had they
not at once looked to us for sympathy with a
friendly
their voyage up the river.—Though we never
dropped into poetry or song, with us, as with
them, nothing came amiss. Everything was a
pleasure, from the clouds chasing each other
lazily above the Loire and occasionally uncover-
ing the sun, showing us how hot the day might
be, to the old women and little girls in blue skirts
and sabots, each watching one cow or a couple of
white turkeys or geese, whom we met at intervals
all day long; from the seemingly endless kilo-
metres of level white road between poplars to
the too short down-grade between vineyards into
Pouilly. The only incident throughout the morn-
ing was the discovery of two men stealing grapes
from a vineyard. We took them to be its owners,
and would have offered to buy their fruit had they
not at once looked to us for sympathy with a
friendly