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a friendly "Salaam aleikum!" (Peace be with you!). A
few minutes later I used to issue the command, "Cast off!"
and on we went again on our long journey. The navigators’
song echoed sympathetically through the woods, and used
to be kept up until the evening, when their thoughts began
to turn towards the welcome camp-fire. But in order to
spare time, we continued long after sunset. These lonely
regions were lit up by no fires except our own. The
reflection of the moon was broken into a thousand trembling
ripples around every eddy, and the fire on the after-deck
shed a faint gleam upon the reeds that lined the margin of
the river. One of our guides, who was ordered to keep
in his canoe about 100 yards in front of the ferry-boat,
carried a gigantic Chinese lantern, with an oil lamp inside
it, hanging from the end of a sloping pole. This made the
canoe look like a Venetian gondola, as the gleam from its
lamp rippled unceasingly behind on the water.
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| Our Pilot-canoes. |
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