But with this increasing wind it is impossible for me to remain there.

I rise, therefore, and make my way forward.

Under the bridge, between the paddle boxes, the wind is so strong that I seek shelter among the packages covered by the tarpaulin.

Stretched on one of the boxes, wrapped in my rug, with my head resting against the tarpaulin, I shall soon be asleep.
After some time, I do not exactly know how much, I am awakened by a curious noise.

Whence comes this noise?
I listen more attentively.