Practice Typing

Eight oclock had struck before I got into the air, that was scented, not disagreeably, by the chips and shavings of the long shore boat builders, and mast, oar, and block makers. All that water side region of the upper and lower Pool below Bridge was unknown ground to me; and when I struck down by the river, I found that the spot I wanted was not where I had supposed it to be, and was anything but easy to.