CHAPTER II.
THE LAKES .-- CHICAGO .-- GENEVA .-- A THUNDER-STORM .-- PAPAW GROVE.
SCENE, STEAMBOAT .-- _About to leave Buffalo .-- Baggage coming on board .-- Passengers bustling for their berths .-- Little boys persecuting everybody with their newspapers and pamphlets .-- J., S., and M.huddled up in a forlorn corner, behind a large trunk .-- A heavy rain falling._ _M._ Water, water everywhere.

After Niagara one would like a dry strip of existence.

And at any rate it is quite enough for me to have it under foot without having it overhead in this way.
_J._ Ah, do not abuse the gentle element.

It is hardly possible to have too much of it, and indeed, if I were obliged to choose amid the four, it would be the one in which I could bear confinement best.
_S._ You would make a pretty Undine, to be sure! _J._ Nay.

I only offered myself as a Triton, a boisterous Triton of the sounding shell.