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from the Arctic snows; or was raised in the waste of the desert sands; it 

came alike to us laden with the fragrance of paraffine oil。



And that oil oozed up and ruined the sunset; and as for the moonbeams; 

they positively reeked of paraffine。



We tried to get away from it at Marlow。  We left the boat by the bridge; 

and took a walk through the town to escape it; but it followed us。  The 

whole town was full of oil。  We passed through the church…yard; and it 

seemed as if the people had been buried in oil。  The High Street stunk of 

oil; we wondered how people could live in it。  And we walked miles upon 

miles out Birmingham way; but it was no use; the country was steeped in 

oil。



At the end of that trip we met together at midnight in a lonely field; 

under a blasted oak; and took an awful oath (we had been swearing for a 

whole week about the thing in an ordinary; middle…class way; but this was 

a swell affair) … an awful oath never to take paraffine oil with us in a 

boat again…except; of course; in case of sickness。



Therefore; in the present instance; we confined ourselves to methylated 

spirit。  Even that is bad enough。  You get methylated pie and methylated 

cake。  But methylated spirit is more wholesome when taken into the system 

in large quantities than paraffine oil。



For other breakfast things; George suggested eggs and bacon; which were 

easy to cook; cold meat; tea; bread and butter; and jam。  For lunch; he 

said; we could have biscuits; cold meat; bread and butter; and jam … but 

NO CHEESE。  Cheese; like oil; makes too much of itself。  It wants the 

whole boat to itself。  It goes through the hamper; and gives a cheesy 

flavour to everything else there。  You can't tell whether you are eating 

apple…pie or German sausage; or strawberries and cream。  It all seems 

cheese。  There is too much odour about cheese。



I remember a friend of mine; buying a couple of cheeses at Liverpool。  

Splendid cheeses they were; ripe and mellow; and with a two hundred 

horse…power scent about them that might have been warranted to carry 

three miles; and knock a man over at two hundred yards。  I was in 

Liverpool at the time; and my friend said that if I didn't mind he would 

get me to take them back with me to London; as he should not be coming up 

for a day or two himself; and he did not think the cheeses ought to be 

kept much longer。



〃Oh; with pleasure; dear boy;〃 I replied; 〃with pleasure。〃



I called for the cheeses; and took them away in a cab。  It was a 

ramshackle affair; dragged along by a knock…kneed; broken…winded 

somnambulist; which his owner; in a moment of enthusiasm; during 

conversation; referred to as a horse。  I put the cheeses on the top; and 

we started off at a shamble that would have done credit to the swiftest 

steam…roller ever built; and all went merry as a funeral bell; until we 

turned the corner。  There; the wind carried a whiff from the cheeses full 

on to our steed。  It woke him up; and; with a snort of terror; he dashed 

off at three miles an hour。  The wind still blew in his direction; and 

before we reached the end of the street he was laying himself out at the 

rate of nearly four miles an hour; leaving the cripples and stout old 

ladies simply nowhere。



It took two porters as well as the driver to hold him in at the station; 

and I do not think they would have done it; even then; had not one of the 

men had the presence of mind to put a handkerchief over his nose; and to 

light a bit of brown paper。



I took my ticket; and marched proudly up the platform; with my cheeses; 

the people falling back respectfully on either side。  The train was 

crowded; and I had to get into a carriage where there were already seven 

other people。  One crusty old gentleman objected; but I got in; 

notwithstanding; and; putting my cheeses upon the rack; squeezed down 

with a pleasant smile; and said it was a warm day。



A few moments passed; and then the old gentleman began to fidget。



〃Very close in here;〃 he said。



〃Quite oppressive;〃 said the man next him。



And then they both began sniffing; and; at the third sniff; they caught 

it right on the chest; and rose up without another word and went out。  

And then a stout lady got up; and said it was disgraceful that a 

respectable married woman should be harried about in this way; and 

gathered up a bag and eight parcels and went。  The remaining four 

passengers sat on for a while; until a solemn…looking man in the corner; 

who; from his dress and general appearance; seemed to belong to the 

undertaker class; said it put him in mind of dead baby; and the other 

three passengers tried to get out of the door at the same time; and hurt 

themselves。



I smiled at the black gentleman; and said I thought we were going to have 

the carriage to ourselves; and he laughed pleasantly; and said that some 

people made such a fuss over a little thing。  But even he grew strangely 

depressed after we had started; and so; when we reached Crewe; I asked 

him to come and have a drink。  He accepted; and we forced our way into 

the buffet; where we yelled; and stamped; and waved our umbrellas for a 

quarter of an hour; and then a young lady came; and asked us if we wanted 

anything。



〃What's yours?〃 I said; turning to my friend。



〃I'll have half…a…crown's worth of brandy; neat; if you please; miss;〃 he 

responded。



And he went off quietly after he had drunk it and got into another 

carriage; which I thought mean。



From Crewe I had the compartment to myself; though the train was crowded。  

As we drew up at the different stations; the people; seeing my empty 

carriage; would rush for it。  〃Here y' are; Maria; come along; plenty of 

room。〃  〃All right; Tom; we'll get in here;〃 they would shout。  And they 

would run along; carrying heavy bags; and fight round the door to get in 

first。  And one would open the door and mount the steps; and stagger back 

into the arms of the man behind him; and they would all come and have a 

sniff; and then droop off and squeeze into other carriages; or pay the 

difference and go first。



From Euston; I took the cheeses down to my friend's house。  When his wife 

came into the room she smelt round for an instant。  Then she said:



〃What is it?  Tell me the worst。〃



I said:



〃It's cheeses。  Tom bought them in Liverpool; and asked me to bring them 

up with me。〃



And I added that I hoped she understood that it had nothing to do with 

me; and she said that she was sure of that; but that she would speak to 

Tom about it when he came back。



My friend was detained in Liverpool longer than he expected; and; three 

days later; as he hadn't returned home; his wife called on me。  She said:



〃What did Tom say about those cheeses?〃



I replied that he had directed they were to be kept in a moist place; and 

that nobody was to touch them。



She said:



〃Nobody's likely to touch them。  Had he smelt them?〃



I thought he had; and added that he seemed greatly attached to them。



〃You think he would be upset;〃 she queried; 〃if I gave a man a sovereign 

to take them away and bury them?〃



I answered that I thought he would never smile again。



An idea struck her。  She said:



〃Do you mind keeping them for him?  Let me send them round to you。〃



〃Madam;〃 I replied; 〃for myself I like the smell of cheese; and the 

journey the other day with them from Liverpool I shall ever look back 

upon as a happy ending to a pleasant holiday。  But; in this world; we 

must consider others。  The lady under whose roof I have the honour of 

residing is a widow; and; for all I know; possibly an orphan too。  She 

has a strong; I may say an eloquent; objection to being what she terms 

‘put upon。'  The presence of your husband's cheeses in her house she 

would; I instinctively feel; regard as a ‘put upon'; and it shall never 

be said that I put upon the widow and the orphan。〃



〃Very well; then;〃 said my friend's wife; rising; 〃all I have to say is; 

that I shall take the children and go to an hotel until those cheeses are 

eaten。  I decline to live any longer in the same house with them。〃



She kept her word; leaving the place in charge of the charwoman; who; 

when asked if she could stand the smell; replied; 〃What smell?〃 and who; 

when taken close to the cheeses and told to sniff hard; said she could 

detect a faint odour of melons。  It was argued from this that little 

injury could result to the woman from the atmosphere; and she was left。



The hotel bill came to fifteen guineas; and my friend; after reckoning 

everything up; found that the cheeses had cost him eight…and…sixpence a 

pound。  He said he dearly loved a bit of cheese; but it was beyond his 

means; so he determined to get rid of them。  He threw them into the 

canal; but had to fish them out again; as the bargemen complained。  They 

said it made them feel quite faint。  And; after that; he took them one 

dark night and left them in the parish mortuary。  But the coroner 

discovered them; and made a fearful fuss。



He said it was a plot to deprive him of his living by waking up the 

corpses。



My friend got rid of them; at last; by taking them down to a sea…side 

town; and burying them on the beach。  It gained the place quite a 

reputation。  Visitors said they had never noticed before how strong the 

air was; and weak…chested and consumptive people used to throng there for 

years afterwards。



Fond as I am of cheese; therefore; I hold that George was right in 

declining to take any。



〃We shan't want any tea;〃 said George (Harris's face fell at this); 〃but 

we'll have a good round; square; slap…up meal at seven … dinner; tea; and 

supper combined。〃



Harris grew more cheerful。  George suggested meat and fruit pies; cold 

meat; tomatoes; fruit; and green stuff。  For drink; we took some 

wonderful 

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