EVERY WHICH WAY We left Merry-go-round Island revolving gracefully upon a tiny reef whence it was borne by the rising tide.

We are now to take up our narrative at the point where the island ceased spinning and was carried slowly on upstream by the incoming waters.

When the tide reached flood, the island hesitated upon the still water, then like some obedient and clumsy ox, moved slowly downstream again upon the ebb.
And meanwhile, the day departed and darkness fell upon the winding river and the hardy adventurers lit their lanterns.
"I was hoping we might stick in some pleasant spot," said Townsend, "where the fishing is good.

I forgot how a floating island might act in a tidal river.

I wish this island would make up its mind to something.