Bob Strongs Holidays

Bob Strong's Holiday; or, Adrift in the Channel
by John Conroy Hutcheson
CHAPTER ONE.
DOWN THE LINE.
"Bob!"
The noise of the train, however, drowned Nellie's voice; besides which
Master Bob was further prevented from hearing this appeal to him by
reason of his head and shoulders being at that precise instant projected
out of the window of the railway-carriage, in utter defiance of the
Company's bye-laws to the contrary and of his sister's solicitous
entreaties to the same effect--poor Nellie, fearing, in her feminine
anxiety, that the door would fly open unexpectedly, from the pressure
of Bob's person, and precipitate her brother as suddenly out on the line.
"Bob!" she therefore repeated on finding her first summons disregarded,
speaking in a louder key and giving a tug to his jacket the better to
attract his attention--"I say, Bob!"
"Hullo! What's the row?" shouted back the delinquent, hearing her at
last, and wriggling himself in from the window like a snail withdrawing
itself into its shell, turning round the while his face, slightly flushed
with the exertion, to hers--"Anything wrong, eh?"
Little Miss Nellie had not expected her timid and tentative
conversational advances to be taken up in this downright fashion.
Really she was only anxious for some one to sympathise with her and
talk about the various objects of interest which came across her notice
as they went along; so, Bob's abrupt address, coupled with his gruff
tone of voice, fell on her enthusiasm like a wet blanket!

"Nothing's the matter," she replied timidly. "I only wanted to say how
nice it is travelling like this."
"You don't mean to say you only called me in to tell me that?" said Bob,
almost angrily. "I do think girls are the greatest geese in the world!"
With this dogmatic assertion, Master Bob shoved himself head and
shoulders out of the window again, utterly ignoring poor Nellie's
existence, much to her chagrin and dismay.
He was very rude, it must be confessed; but, some allowance should be
made for him, all things considered.
In the first place, he was a boy just fresh from the rougher associations
of school life; and, secondly, his inquiring mind was intently occupied
in endeavouring to solve a series of mathematical problems that set all
Euclid's laws at defiance, as the train whizzed on its way with a
`piff-paff! pant-pant!' of the great Juggernaut engine, the carriages
rattling and jolting as they were dragged along at the tail of the mighty
steam demon, swaying to and fro with a rhythmical movement of the
wheels, in measured cadence of spondees and dactyls, as if singing to
themselves the song of "the Iron Road."
Strange to say, this was a song of which, Bob noticed, the involuntary
musicians never completed the second bar.
They re-commenced all over again from the beginning, when they
reached some particularly crucial point, where the `click' or the `clack'
of the ever-echoing `click-clacking' chorus proved too much for their
overworked axles!
Bob, though, was not thinking of this music of the rail, or paying any
attention to it, albeit it was distinct and plain to him; as, indeed, it is to
all with ears attuned in harmony with this mystery of motion, and who
choose to listen to it, just as there are `sermons in stones,' for those who
care to read them!
No, all his energies were bent on finding out how it was that the

straight hedgerows and square fields became round, while curving
outlines grow straight in a moment, as if ruled with a measure, at the
instant of their speeding by them; and, it occurred to him, or probably
would have done so if he had given himself time for reflection, that the
question of squaring the circle, which has perplexed the philosophers of
all ages, was not so very difficult of solution after all--looking at the
matter out of the window of a railway-carriage, that is!
Yes, so it really appeared; for, everything seemed `at sixes and sevens,'
the landscape having its middle distances and foreground irretrievably
mixed up and its perspective gone mad, the country through which they
passed resembling in this respect the land of topsy-turvey- dom!
Bob's surprise, and wonder and delight, at all he saw became presently
too great for him to remain silent any longer or to keep his thoughts to
himself; so, affably forgetting his previous `snub' to his sister when she
had wished to express her feelings, he jerked in his head as suddenly as
he had popped it out the moment before.
"I say, Nell, isn't it jolly?" he exclaimed in eager accents. "Just look out
with me and see how funny everything seems!"
"Why, that was what I wanted to speak of a little while ago, only you
wouldn't listen to