And then propos’d to go for Sky,
In the small boat which brought them there,
So for the voy’ge they did prepare.
Toward ev’ning they put to sea,
And then the wind rose wond’rous high,
The boatmen begg’d to put about;
But he was obst’nate on his rout,
And told them life was but a chance,
They were in hands of Providence:
He leav’d the water with a scoop,