Virginia: the Old Dominion eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 189 pages of information about Virginia.

ALL ABOUT GADABOUT

It was dark and still and four o’clock on a summer morning.  The few cottages clustering about a landing upon a Virginia river were, for the most part, sleeping soundly, though here and there a flickering light told of some awakening home.  Down close by the landing was one little house wide awake.  Its windows were aglow; lights moved about; and busy figures passed from room to room and out upon the porch in front.

Suddenly, with a series of quick, muffled explosions, the whole cottage seemed carried from its foundations.  It slipped sidewise, turned almost end for end, then drifted slowly away from its neighbours, out into the darkness and the river.  Its occupants seemed unconscious of danger.  There was one of them standing on the porch quite unconcernedly turning a wheel, while two or three others were watching, with rather amused expressions, two little engines chugging away near the kitchen stove.

And thus it was that the houseboat Gadabout left her moorings in the outskirts of old Norfolk, and went spluttering down the Elizabeth to find Hampton Roads and to start upon her cruise up the historic James River.

But to tell the story we must begin before that summer morning.  It was this way.  We were three:  the daughter-wife (who happened to see the magazine article that led to it all), her mother, and her husband.  The head of the family, true to the spirit of the age, had achieved a nervous breakdown and was under instructions from his physician to betake himself upon a long, a very long, vacation.

It was while we were in perplexed consideration as to where to go and what to do, that the magazine article appeared—­devoted to houseboating.  It was a most fetching production with a picture that appealed to every overwrought nerve.  There was a charming bit of water with trees hanging over; a sky all soft and blue (you knew it was soft and blue just as you knew that the air was soft and cool; just as you knew that a drowsy peace and quiet was brooding over all); and there, in the midst, idly floated a houseboat with a woman idly swinging in a hammock and a man idly fishing from the back porch.

That article opened a new field for our consideration.  Landlubbers of the landlubbers though we were, its water-gypsy charm yet sank deep.  We thirsted for more.  We haunted the libraries until we had exhausted the literature of houseboating.

And what a dangerously attractive literature we found!  How the cares and responsibilities of life fell away when people went a-houseboating!  What peace unutterable fell upon the worn and weary soul as it drifted lazily on, far from the noise and the toil and the reek of the world!  All times were calm; all waters kind.  The days rolled on in ever-changing scenes of beauty; the nights, star-gemmed and mystic, were filled with music and the witchery of the sea.

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