There are too many surprises in the way of unexpected steps down into this room and up into that; and as for getting upstairs to his bedroom, or ever finding his bed when he got up, either operation would be an utter impossibility to him.
We were up early the next morning, as we wanted to be in Oxford by the afternoon.

It is surprising how early one _can_ get up, when camping out.

One does not yearn for "just another five minutes" nearly so much, lying wrapped up in a rug on the boards of a boat, with a Gladstone bag for a pillow, as one does in a featherbed.

We had finished breakfast, and were through Clifton Lock by half-past eight.
From Clifton to Culham the river banks are flat, monotonous, and uninteresting, but, after you get through Culhalm Lock--the coldest and deepest lock on the river--the landscape improves.
At Abingdon, the river passes by the streets.

Abingdon is a typical country town of the smaller order--quiet, eminently respectable, clean, and desperately dull.