What a curious fish! what a comical fish! But more comical far, those creatures above, on its hollow back, clinging thereto like the snaky eels, that cling and slide on the back of the Sword fish, our terrible foe.

But what curious eels these are! Do they deem themselves pretty as we?
No, no; for sure, they behold our limber fins, our speckled and beautiful scales.

Poor, powerless things! How they must wish they were we, that roam the flood, and scour the seas with a wish.

Swim away; merry fins, swim away! Let him drop, that fellow that halts; make a lane; close in, and fill up.

Let him drown, if he can not keep pace.