Into the huge flood of the river, the ferry boats

agilely launched themselves, like floating seed-pods, heavy with their burdens.

It took thirty minutes to cross the Jairood by ferry.

The river was thick with mud at its edges, and

as the ferry gracefully slipped its bonds and set off

into the flood, it ferociously churned behind gray and brown.

We were on the deck of the boat.  Behind us,

the land sank back, with its load of cars, trucks

and coaches, the stevedores preparing for the next ferry ride.

River birds followed, shrieking, in the wake of the boat.


Paraphrases from the novel Scenes from Early Life by Philip Hensher.