The enraptured sailors were only too anxious to mount the enormous birds and sally forth to electrify the city. Ninety-eight bockhockids were required to mount the entire company. This number was brought into the court-yard by a detachment of soldiers who nimbly unseated themselves and slid down the smooth legs of the birds to the ground. "I say, yer honor," said Flathootly to the governor, "have you any insurance companies in this counthry?" "Why, certainly," replied the governor. "Then I want to inshure my loife if I have to mount a baste loike that." "Oh, I'll see that you are amply compensated for any injuries you may sustain by falling off the machine," said the governor. "Sorr, is yer word as good as yer bond?" inquired Flathootly. "Certainly," replied the governor. "Well thin, sorr, gimme yer bond," said Flathootly. The governor duly put his signature to a statement that Flathootly should be compensated for any injuries received in consequence of his riding the bockhockid. Flathootly carefully deposited the document in a little satchel he carried in his breast, and thereupon, sailor fashion, climbed up the leg of the machine and seated himself on the gold-embroidered saddle-cloth. In like manner the sailors got seated on their machines, the entire company forming an imposing phalanx. I found it quite easy to balance myself on the two-legged monsters in consequence of the large base given each leg by the outspreading toes. While the sailors were getting seated a military band, composed of fifty musicians, each mounted on a bockhockid, played the March of Atvatabar in soul-stirring strains. The word of command being given, the great doors of the court-yard were flung open and forth issued the musicians with banners flying. Then followed the seamen of the _Polar King_, led by the governor, Koshnili and myself.