§ 180 Neither Here nor There
Two French Canadians were traveling down a Quebec river in a houseboat. One of them knew the river and the other did not.
They anchored for the night on a bar. During the night the river rose and along toward daylight the craft went adrift. Three hours later the motion awoke one of the travelers. He poked his head out of the door. An entirely strange section of scenery was passing.
“Baptiste! Baptiste!” he yelled. “Get up! We ain’t here some more.”
“No, by gar!” said his companion after a quick glance at the surroundings—“we are twelve mile from here!”