Mike was at length obliged to stop playing; upon which the chief ordered that he should be brought before him, and inquired how he had been captured.  What account those who had taken him gave, I could not make out; but Mike told me how, after the canoe had been upset, he had floated some way down the stream clinging tightly to it.  Most of the articles were soon thrown out.  The guns, of course, had at once gone to the bottom, but the bales floated down.  At last he saw his beloved fiddle washed out.