“Learn of the little Nautilus to sail.”
So forth they started at the signal gun,
And down the river had three leagues to run;
This sail’d, they then their watery way retrace,
And the first landed conquers in the race. 180
The crowd await, till they no more discern;
Then, parting, say, “At evening we return.”
I could proceed; but you will guess the fate,
And but too well my tale anticipate.
P. True! yet proceed—