While thus employed a party came off in a couple of boats to picnic on one of the green islands off Bob's Nose.  The first thing most of the people did, as soon as they had deposited their baskets on a comparatively level space at the bottom, was to try and climb up to the summit, which is of considerable height.  The sides are steep, and present a surface of soft green grass.  We saw one fat old lady, evidently ambitious of vying with her younger companions, making an attempt to reach the top with the aid of a boatman and one of the gentlemen of the party.  Up she went some distance, when she stopped, though not for long, and panted for breath; then on again she proceeded, though not so quickly.  But the task was clearly beyond her power. Again and again she stopped.  In vain her two supporters togged.  We saw her making gestures, as if imploring to be let alone.  At length down she plumped on the turf, signing to her friends to leave her.  For some time she appeared to be tolerably comfortable, though we saw her fanning herself, and puffing and blowing, while her companions quickly went on and joined the rest of the party, who had gained the summit.  It would have been prudent in her to remain quiet, but unwisely she moved onwards.