My own canoe, a small dugout, one day when it had rolled over with me, was seized by a party of fair bathers, and before I could get my breath, almost, was towed around and around the _Spray_, while I sat in the bottom of it, wondering what they would do next.

But in this case there were six of them, three on a side, and I could not help myself.

One of the sprites, I remember, was a young English lady, who made more sport of it than any of the others..