Fellows could hardly be expected to know who I was until they were told.

Still it was a little--just a little--disappointing, and I could not help feeling hurt.
I tramped on, till presently I came to the bridge, and loitered for a moment to rest and watch the boats flitting about below.

There went a four, smartly manned by youngsters no older than myself.

There lolled a big fellow in a canoe.

There swished by a senior in a skiff, calling on the four-oar to get out of the way as he passed.