Sometimes he would run far into the night before hauling
up, but usually his rest was broken by bands of music turning out to
serenade him, and at one place, where there was no band, an enthusiastic
admirer blew a hunting horn most of the night under his window. It was a
frightful but well intended serenade.
When he reached Ancenes he was met by a crowd, headed by the mayor with
a liberal supply of hot wine. From this point a boatman who was
employed in placing stakes indicating the changes of current, for the
guidance of navigators, insisted on accompanying Paul. He had been on a
protracted spree and proved annoying.
"I know the river well," he said, "and will pilot you down."
"I assure you there is no necessity for a pilot," Paul answered, "I have
journeyed so far without one and can go the rest of the way."
He could not get rid of the fellow that easily, so he concluded to try
some other plan. After they had proceeded a short distance Boyton asked
the persistent boatman to have a drink, at the same time handing him a
bottle of very strong wine that had been given him to use in case he
needed a stimulant. The fellow, already half intoxicated, absorbed most
of the contents and was soon maudlin. He ran his boat around and across
Boyton to the latter's great annoyance.
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