Accordingly we all jumped on the raft, loosened it from its moorings, and away we went with the current.

Navigation on that mill pond was performed with long poles, but, unfortunately, we could not lift the poles, and we soon saw we were drifting toward the dam.

But we had the presence of mind to sit down and hold fast to the raft.

Fortunately, we went over right side up and gracefully glided down the stream, until rescued by the ever watchful Peter.

I did not hear the last of that voyage for a long time.