If My Reasoning Powers
Had Not Been Already Sapped Dry By My Harassments,
I Would Have Known Better Than To Try To Set An Umbrella
On End On One Of Those Glassy German Floors In The Dark;
It Can't Be Done In The Daytime Without Four Failures
To One Success.
I had one comfort, though - Harris was
yet still and silent - he had not stirred.
The umbrella could not locate me - there were four
standing around the room, and all alike. I thought I
would feel along the wall and find the door in that way.
I rose up and began this operation, but raked down
a picture. It was not a large one, but it made noise
enough for a panorama. Harris gave out no sound, but I
felt that if I experimented any further with the pictures
I should be sure to wake him. Better give up trying to
get out. Yes, I would find King Arthur's Round Table once
more - I had already found it several times - and use it
for a base of departure on an exploring tour for my bed;
if I could find my bed I could then find my water pitcher;
I would quench my raging thirst and turn in. So I started
on my hands and knees, because I could go faster that way,
and with more confidence, too, and not knock down things.
By and by I found the table - with my head - rubbed the
bruise a little, then rose up and started, with hands
abroad and fingers spread, to balance myself.
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