The fish were so wanting in taste as to disdain the sweet bait, but my early awakened love of sport kept me patiently a long time in the same spot, which was undoubtedly more agreeable to my mother than the bait was to the salmon.
As, protected by the guards, and probably watched by the governess and my brothers and sisters, I devoted myself to this amusement, my mother went down into the cabin to rest.

Suddenly there was a loud uproar on the ship.

People shouted and screamed, everybody rushed on deck and looked into the river.

Whether I, too, heard the fall and saw the life-boat manned I don't remember; but I recollect all the more clearly my mother's rushing frantically from the cabin and clasping me tenderly to her heart as her rescued child.

So the drama ended happily, but there had been a terrible scene.
Among the steamer's passengers was a crazy Englishman who was being taken, under the charge of a keeper, to an insane asylum.