A Dull Journey
We
slept on the barges that night, remaining in the
river because it was not deemed wise to begin the
voyage during the darkness, and when morning came
Jethro and I changed our costumes, putting on all
the finery that had been sent in the carts, for we
foolishly believed the end of the
journey to be near at hand.
I hardly dared move during
all that day, lest I should work
some injury to father's coat; but,
luckily, there was nothing to be
done save sit idle until another
night had come, and then it was
that Jethro and I learned that
the journey was likely to be a weary one. Long before
the end of the voyage, my joints were stiffer, with
remaining so long in one position, and my bones ached
more sharply than when we were driven sharpest at
nail-making.
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