As he resumed paddling, some swaying willows became three ladies attired in the Grecian bend costume, then a fad in America, smiling and bowing to him.

His mind told him they were only willows; but his eyes would not be convinced.
Darkness fell about him.

He had no idea of where he was going, and the lights burst on him again with increased brilliancy.

No matter where his eyes turned, the intense rays would shine into them.

He thought he had arrived at Cremona, and that some men were turning the reflector to annoy him.