d to glide through a fairy land of fertility. I must
know more of this, said our captain. Await my return here. So bidding us
moor the pinnace in a broad basin, where the Indian's arrows could reach
us from neither side, away he went, alone in his boat, to explore the
river to its head.

LARRY. Gallant soul!

WALTER. What devil prompted us to disobey his command I know not, but
scarce was he out of sight, when we landed; and mark the end on't: up from
their ambuscado started full three hundred black fiends, with a yell that
might have appalled Lucifer, and whiz came a cloud of arrows about our
ears. Three tall fellows of ours fell: Cassen, Emery, and Robinson. Our
lieutenant, with Percy and myself, fought our way to the water side,
where, leaving our canoe as a trophy to the victors, we plunged in, ducks,
and, after swimming, dodging, and diving like regained the pinnace that we
had left like geese.

ALICE. Heaven be praised, you are safe; but our poor captain--

WALTER. Aye; the day passed and he returned not; we came back for a
reinforcement, and to-morrow we find him, or perish.

ALICE. Perish!--

WALTER. Aye; shame seize the poltroon who wou'dn't perish in such a cause;
wou'dn't you, Larry?

LARRY. By Saint Patrick, it's the thing I would do, and hould my head the
higher for it all the days of my life after.

WALTER. But see, our lieutenant and master Percy.

_Enter ROLFE and PERCY._

ROLFE. Good Walter look to the barge, see it be ready
By earliest dawn.

WALTER. I shall, sir.

ROLFE. And be careful,
This misadventure be not buzz'd abroad,
Where 't may breed mutiny and mischief. Say
We've left the captain waiting our return,
Safe with the other three; meantime, choose out
Some certain trusty fellows, who will swear
Bravely to find their captain or their death.

WALTER. I'll hasten, sir, about it.

LARRY. Good lieutenant,
Shall I along?

ROLFE. In truth, brave Irishman,
We cannot have a better. Pretty Alice,
Will you again lose Walter for a time?

ALICE. I would I were a man, sir, then, most willingly I'd lose myself to
do our captain service.

ROLFE. An Amazon!

WALTER. Oh, 'tis a valiant dove.

LARRY. But come; Heaven and St. Patrick prosper us.
[_Exeunt WALTER, LARRY, ALICE._

ROLFE. Now, my sad friend, cannot e'en this arouse you?
Still bending with the weight of shoulder'd Cupid?
Fie! throw away th