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They labor and save, and after many years they buy a larger boat, selling the old one to a family poorer than themselves, or handing it over to the eldest son who in his turn instals his wife taken from another boat, and seen for the first time in a chance meeting on the canal. The children are born and grow up on the water the boat carries all their small belongings, their domestic affections, their past, their present, and their future. A man takes a wife, between them they buy a boat, and installing themselves on board, live by carrying goods to and from the markets. Thousands of people in Holland have no other home than their boats. No words can describe the air of peace and tranquillity that seemed to surround these people, in their aquatic homes, with their animals, become, as one may say amphibious the placidity of that floating existence, the apparent security and freedom of those wandering families. On others the woman was rocking a cradle with her foot while her fingers were knitting a stocking, or cooking the dinner and in others, the whole family was assembled eating and chattering, while one steered. On some there was a woman with a child at her breast, at the elm other children about her, a cat seated on a sack, a dog, a hen, flower-pots, and a bird-cage. Other large boats were towed by one old woman alone. Some were towed by a man, a woman, and a child, one behind the other, with the cord attached to a sort of leathern or linen bellyband - all three bending forward at such an angle that it seemed a miracle how they kept their feet at all. We met large boats loaded with vegetables, with peat, with stones, with casks, towed by a man with a long rope, sometimes assisted by a large dog. All along the water-way we heard no sound save the rustle of the sails of windmills. It was fine to see the rapidity with which the manoeuvre of passing the bridge was performed, and to watch two treckschuyten meet and pass, without a word or smile being exchanged between the two conductors, as if gravity and silence were obligatory. The high verdant wall that bordered the canal was open here and there, and we could see as through a window the distant horizon, hidden again in an instant.ДЄt intervals we came to a bridge. The water was covered with a carpet of marine plants, in some places studded with white star-flowers, lilies, and the marsh-lentil. At every turn we saw a deep distance, green, and closed in, and a windmill on the bank. The canal was bordered by two rows of lindens, elms, and willows, and high hedges that hid the country. It was about one o'clock in the day and the sun was shining brilliantly, but the boat was in the shade.

I was alone, and had not long to wait the helmsman gave a sign, the horseman mounted, and the treckschuyt moved quietly through the water.

As I put down my valise I dropped some cigar-ash under the table when I came in again a moment after, it was gone.

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The windows of this little house have their white curtains the walls and doors are painted in the first-class compartment there are cushioned seats, a table with a few books, a closet, a looking-glass everything shining with polish. Upon the prow is planted an iron bar with a ring through which is passed a long cord, which is fastened at one end near the helm, and at the other is attached to a horse ridden by one of the boatmen. It is a large boat almost entirely occupied by a sort of house, in the form of a diligence, divided in two compartments: that at the prow for second-class passengers, and that at the poop for the first. And, in fact, whoever has not travelled in a treckshuyt does not know the most original and most poetic side of Dutch life. Esquiroz calls it the genius of old Holland floating on the water. The treckshuyt is the traditional bark, emblematic of Holland, as the gondola is of Venice. The boats which carry passengers from one city to another are called trekschuyten. The vessel lay near a bridge, in a little basin formed by the canal that goes from Delft to the Hague, and shaded by trees like a garden lakelet. 83807 Holland and its People - The Hague Edmondo de Amicis

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