The majestic river floated on, Out of the mist and hum of that low land, Into the frosty starlight. Matthew Arnold: Sohrab and Rustum, 1853 We catched fish and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big, still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn't ever feel like talking loud, and it warn't often that we laughed—only a little kind of a low chuckle... Mark Twain, Huckleberry Finn http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjZ0SRD5EOs&feature=fvst ; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gt6CqZIdaw8&feature=related ; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAhz794bZdk&feature=related ; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sXroRFZv078&feature=related ; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IVxqui2wJtM http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9HFYNITCSs ; Andy