I didn't say anything! On September 23 the fine schooner _Nantasket_ of Boston, from Bear River, for the river Plate, lumber-laden, and just through the doldrums, came up with the _Spray_, and her captain passing a few words, she sailed on.

Being much fouled on the bottom by shell-fish, she drew along with her fishes which had been following the _Spray_, which was less provided with that sort of food.

Fishes will always follow a foul ship.

A barnacle-grown log adrift has the same attraction for deep-sea fishes.

One of this little school of deserters was a dolphin that had followed the _Spray_ about a thousand miles, and had been content to eat scraps of food thrown overboard from my table; for, having been wounded, it could not dart through the sea to prey on other fishes.