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 ROLLO ON THE ATLANTIC.

 BY

 JACOB ABBOTT.


 BOSTON:
 PUBLISHED BY TAGGARD AND THOMPSON
 M DCCC LXIV.

 Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1853, by
 JACOB ABBOTT,
 In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of
 Massachusetts.

 STEREOTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.
 RIVERSIDE, CAMBRIDGE: PRINTED BY H. O. HOUGHTON.

 [Illustration: THE STATE ROOM.--See p. 77.]

 [Illustration]




 PREFACE.


 In the series of narratives to which this volume pertains, we offer to
 the readers of the Rollo Books a continuation of the history of our
 little hero, by giving them an account of the adventures which such a
 boy may be supposed to meet with in making a tour in Europe. The books
 are intended to be books of instruction rather than of mere amusement;
 and in perusing them, the reader may feel assured that all the
 information which they contain, not only in respect to the countries
 visited, and to the customs, usages, and modes of life that are
 described, but also in regard to the general character of the incidents
 and adventures that the young travellers meet with, is in most strict
 accordance with fact. The main design of the narratives is, thus, the
 communication of useful knowledge; and every thing which they contain,
 except what is strictly personal, in relation to the actors in the
 story, may be depended upon as exactly and scrupulously true.

 New York, _September, 1853_.




 CONTENTS.

 CHAPTER                                                             PAGE

 I.--TAKING PASSAGE                                                    11

 II.--THE EMBARKATION                                                  28

 III.--DEPARTURE                                                       47

 IV.--GETTING SETTLED                                                  62

 V.--ON DECK                                                           77

 VI.--A CONVERSATION                                                   91

 VII.--INCIDENTS                                                      109

 VIII.--THE STORM                                                     131

 IX.--THE PASSENGERS' LOTTERY                                         154

 X.--THE END OF THE LOTTERY                                           179

 XI.--THE ARRIVAL                                                     192




 ENGRAVINGS.

 FRONTISPIECE.                                                       PAGE

 THE STEAMER AT THE WHARF                                              10

 THE PIER                                                              24

 THE RESCUE                                                            44

 THE PILOT ON THE PADDLE BOX                                           54

 THE SAILOR ON THE RIGGING                                             87

 THE PASSENGER ON THE RIGGING                                         103

 HILBERT AND THE BIRD                                                 124

 HILBERT IN THE SPRAY                                                 152

 HEAVING THE LOG                                                      164

 ROLLO'S TOUR IN EUROPE.

 ORDER OF THE VOLUMES

 ROLLO ON THE ATLANTIC.
 ROLLO IN PARIS.
 ROLLO IN SWITZERLAND.
 ROLLO IN LONDON.
 ROLLO ON THE RHINE.
 ROLLO IN SCOTLAND.
 ROLLO IN GENEVA.
 ROLLO IN HOLLAND.
 ROLLO IN NAPLES.
 ROLLO IN ROME.

 PRINCIPAL PERSONS OF THE STORY.

 ROLLO; twelve years of age.

 MR. and MRS. HOLIDAY; Rollo's father and mother, travelling in Europe.

 THANNY; Rollo's younger brother.

 JANE; Rollo's cousin, adopted by Mr. and Mrs. Holiday.

 MR. GEORGE; a young gentleman, Rollo's uncle.

 [Illustration: THE STEAMER AT THE WHARF.]




ROLLO ON THE ATLANTIC.




CHAPTER I.

TAKING PASSAGE.


When Rollo was about twelve years of age, he made a voyage to Europe
under rather extraordinary circumstances. He went alone; that is to say,
he had no one to take care of him. In fact, in addition to being obliged
to take care of himself, he had also his little sister Jane to take care
of; for she went with him.[A] The way it happened that two such children
were sent to sea on such a long voyage, without any one to have them in
charge, was this.

[Footnote A: It ought here to be stated, that Jane was not really
Rollo's sister, though he always called her and considered her so. She
was really his cousin. Her father and mother had both died when she was
about six years old, and then Mr. and Mrs. Holiday had adopted her as
their own child, so that ever since that time she had lived with Rollo
and Nathan as their sister. She was very nearly of the same age with
Nathan.]

Rollo's father and mother had gone to Europe to make a tour, a year
before this time, and had taken Rollo's brother Nathan, or _Thanny_, as
Rollo used most frequently to call him, with them. They had gone partly
for pleasure, but more especially on account of Mr. Holiday's health,
which was not good. It was thought that the voyage, and the recreation
and pleasure of travelling in Europe, would be a benefit to him. In
certain cases where a person's health is impaired, especially when one
is slowly recovering from past sickness, nothing is found to have a more
beneficial effect upon the patient than for him to go away somewhere and
have a good time. It was determined to try the effect of this remedy
upon Mr. Holiday, and so he went to Europe. Mrs. Holiday went with him.
They took Thanny too, to be company for them on the way. Thanny was at
this time about seven years old.

A child of that age, for a travelling companion, is sometimes a source
of great pleasure, and sometimes, on the other hand, he is the means of
great annoyance and vexation. This depends upon whether he is obedient,
patient, quiet, and gentle in his manners and demeanor, or noisy,
inconsiderate, wilful, and intractable. A great many children act in
such a manner, whenever they take a journey or go out to ride with their
parents, that their parents, in self-defence, are obliged to adopt the
plan of almost always contriving to leave them behind.

It was not so, however, with Nathan. He was an excellent boy in
travelling, and always made the ride or the journey more pleasant for
those who took him with them. This was the reason why, when it was
determined that Mr. and Mrs. Holiday should go to England, that Mrs.
Holiday was very desirous that Nathan should go too. And so far as
Nathan was concerned, the voyage and the tour proved to be all that Mr.
and Mrs. Holiday expected or desired. In regard to other points,
however, it was less successful. Mr. Holiday did not improve in health,
and he did not have a good time. Mrs. Holiday was anxious about her
husband's health, and she was uneasy too at being separated so long from
her other two children,--Rollo and little Jane, especially little
Jane,--whom she had learned to love as if she were really her daughter.
So, before the year was ended, they both heartily wished themselves back
in America again.

But now Mr. Holiday's health grew worse, and he seemed too ill to
return. This was in the month of May. It was decided by the physician,
that it would not be best for him to attempt to return until September,
and perhaps not until the following spring. Mrs. Holiday was herself
very much disappointed at this result. She, however, submitted to it
very cheerfully. "I must be as good as Thanny," said she. "He submits
patiently to his disappointments, and why should not I submit to mine.
His are as great, I suppose, for him to bear as mine are for me."

When Mrs. Holiday found that she could not go to her children, she began
to be very desirous that her children should come to her. She was at
first almost afraid to propose such a thing to her husband, as she did
not see how any possible plan could be formed for bringing Rollo and
Jane across the wide and boisterous Atlantic alone. She, however, at
length one day asked Mr. Holiday whether it would not be possible in
some way to accomplish it.

Mr. Holiday seemed half surprised and half pleased when he heard this
proposal. At first he did not appear to know exactly what to say, or
even to think. He sat looking into the fire, which was blazing in the
grate before him, lost apparently in a sort of pleasing abstraction.
There was a faint smile upon his countenance, but he did not speak a
word.

"That is an idea!" he said, at length, in a tone of satisfaction. "That
is really an idea!"

Mrs. Holiday did not speak. She awaited in silence, and with no little
anxiety, the result of her husband's meditations.

"That is really quite an idea!" he said at length. "Let us get Rollo and
Jane here, and then we shall feel entirely easy, and can return to
America whenever we get ready, be it sooner or later. We shall be at
home at once where we are."

"I suppose it will cost something to have them come over," said Mrs.
Holiday. She was not so anxious to have the children come as to desire
that the question should be decided without having all the objections
fully considered. Besides, she was afraid that if the question were to
be decided hastily, without proper regard to the difficulties that were
in the way, there would be danger that it would be reconsidered after
more mature reflection, and the decision reversed. So she wished that
every thing that could be brought against the project should be fully
taken into the account at the outset.

"I suppose," said she, "that their expenses in coming out, and in
returning, and in remaining here with us, in the interim, would amount
to a considerable sum."

"Yes," said Mr. Holiday; "but that is of no consequence."

"I don't know what we should do about having them taken care of on the
passage," added Mrs. Holiday.

"O, there would be no difficulty about that," said Mr. Holiday. "George
could easily find some passenger coming out in the ship, who would look
after them while at sea, I have no doubt. And if he should not find any
one, it would be of no consequence. Rollo could take care of himself."

"And of Jane, too?" asked Mrs. Holiday.

"Yes," replied Mr. Holiday, "and of Jane, too; that is, with the help of
the chambermaids. They have excellent chambermaids on board the Atlantic
steamers."

So it was concluded to send for Rollo and Jane to embark on board the
steamer at New York, and sail for Europe. Mr. Holiday wrote to Rollo's
uncle George, requesting him to make the necessary arrangements for the
voyage, and then to take the children to New York, and put them on
board. He was to commit them, if possible, to the charge of some one of
the passengers on board the ship. If, for any reason, he should not
succeed in finding any passenger to take care of them, he was to state
the case to the captain of the ship, that he might see to them a little
from time to time; and, in addition to this, he was to put them under
the special charge of one of the chambermaids, promising her that she
should be well rewarded for her services, on the arrival of the ship in
Liverpool.

The important tidings of the determination which had been made, that
Rollo and Jane should actually cross the Atlantic, were first announced
to the children one evening near the end of May. They were eating their
supper at the time, seated on a stone seat at the bottom of the garden,
where there was a brook. Their supper, as it consisted of a bowl of
bread and milk for each, was very portable; and they had accordingly
gone down to their stone seat to eat it, as they often did on pleasant
summer evenings. The stone seat was in such a position that the setting
sun shone very cheerily upon it. On this occasion, Rollo had finished
his milk, and was just going down to the brook by a little path which
led that way, in order to see if there were any fishes in the water;
while Jane was giving the last spoonful of her milk to their kitten. On
the stone near where Jane was sitting was a small birdcage. This cage
was one which Jane used to put her kitten in. The kitten was of a
mottled color, which gave to its fur somewhat the appearance of spots;
and so Jane called the little puss her _tiger_. As it was obviously
proper that a tiger should be kept in a cage, Jane had taken a canary
birdcage, which she found one day in the garret, and had used it to put
the kitten in. As she took the precaution never to keep the prisoner
shut up long at a time, and as she almost always fed it in the cage, the
kitten generally made no objections to going in whenever Jane desired
it.

"Here comes uncle George," said Rollo.

Jane was so busy pouring the spoonful of milk through the bars of the
cage into a little shallow basin, which she kept for the purpose within,
that she could not look up.

"He is coming down through the garden," added Rollo; "and he has got a
letter in his hand. It's from mother, I know."

So saying, Rollo began to caper about with delight, and then ran off to
meet his uncle. Jane finished the work of pouring out the milk as soon
as possible, and then followed him. They soon came back again, however,
accompanying their uncle, and conducting him to the stone seat, where
the children sat down to hear the letter.

"Rollo," said Mr. George, "how should you like to go to England?"

"To go to England?" said Rollo, in a tone of exultation; "_very much
indeed_."

"Should you dare to go alone?" said Mr. George; "that is, with nobody to
take care of you?"

"Yes, indeed!" said Rollo, emphatically. "I should not need any body to
take care of me."

"I don't know but you will have to go," said Mr. George; "and not only
take care of yourself, but of Jane besides."

"Why, am I to go too?" asked Jane. As she said this, she began to look
quite alarmed.

"How should you like the plan?" said Mr. George.

"O, I should not _dare_ to go," said Jane, shaking her head with a very
serious air. "I should not dare to go at all, unless I had somebody to
take care of me bigger than Rollo."

"Ha!" exclaimed Rollo, "I could take care of you perfectly well. I could
buy the tickets and show you down to supper, and help you over the plank
at the landings, and every thing else."

Rollo's experience of steamer life had been confined to trips on Long
Island Sound, or up and down the Hudson River.

"I suppose you would be dreadfully sick on the way," said Mr. George.

"O, no," said Rollo, "I should not be sick. What's the use of being
sick? Besides, I never _am_ sick in a steamboat."

"No," said Jane, shaking her head and looking quite anxious; "I should
not dare to go with you at all. I should not _dare_ to go unless my
mother were here to go with me; or my father, at least."

"I am afraid you will have to go," said Mr. George, "whether you are
afraid to or not."

"That I shall have to go?" repeated Jane.

"Yes," replied Mr. George. "Your father has written me that he is not
well enough to come home, and I am to send you and Rollo out in the next
steamer. So that you see you have nothing to say or to do about it. All
you have to do is to submit to destiny."

Jane did not know very precisely what was meant by the phrase,
_submitting to destiny_; but she understood very well that, in this
case, it meant that she must go to England to join her father and
mother, whether she liked the plan or not. She was silent a moment, and
looked very thoughtful. She then put forth her hand to her kitten, which
was just at that moment coming out of the cage, having finished drinking
the milk which she had put there for it, and took it into her lap,
saying at the same time,--

"Well, then I will go; only you must let me take my Tiger with me."

"That you can do," said Mr. George. "I am very willing to compromise the
matter with you in that way. You can take Tiger with you, if you
choose."

"And the cage too?" said Jane, putting her hand upon the ring at the top
of it.

"Yes," said Mr. George, "and the cage too."

"Well!" said Jane, speaking in a tone of great satisfaction and
joyousness, "then I will go. Get into the cage, Tiger, and we'll go and
get ready."

       *       *       *       *       *

The steamer was to sail in about a week from this time. So Mr. George
proceeded immediately to New York to engage passage. When Rollo's aunt,
who had had the care of him and Jane during the absence of Mr. and Mrs.
Holiday, heard how soon the steamer would sail, she said that she did
not think that that would afford time enough to get the children ready.

"O, it takes no time," said Mr. George, "to get people ready to go to
Europe. Put into a trunk plenty of plain common clothing for the voyage,
and the work is done. As for the rest, people can generally find pretty
much every thing they want on the other side."

Mr. George went to New York to engage the passage for the children. And
inasmuch as many of the readers of this book who reside in the country
may never have had the opportunity of witnessing the arrangements
connected with Atlantic steamers, they may perhaps like to know how
this was done. In the first place, it was necessary to get a _permit_ to
go on board the ship. The crowds of people in New York, who are always
going to and fro, are so great, and the interest felt in these great
steamships is so strong, that if every body were allowed free access and
egress to them, the decks and cabins of the vessels would be always in
confusion. So they build a barricade across the great pier at which the
ships lie, with ponderous gates, one large one for carts and carriages,
and another smaller one for people on foot, opening through it, and no
one is admitted without a ticket. Mr. George went to the office in Wall
Street and procured such a ticket, which one of the clerks in attendance
there gave him, on his saying that he wished to go on board to select a
state room for some passengers.

Provided with this ticket, Mr. George took an omnibus at Wall Street and
rode up to Canal Street. At Canal Street he took another omnibus, which
carried him nearly to the East River. There he left the omnibus, and
proceeded the rest of the way on foot. The crowd of people on the
sidewalks going and coming, and of carts, drays, wagons, and coaches in
the street, was immense. There was one crossing where, for some time,
Mr. George could not get over, so innumerable and closely wedged
together were the vehicles of all descriptions that occupied the way.
There were many people that were stopped with him on the sidewalk. Among
them was a servant girl, with a little boy under her charge, whom she
was leading by the hand. The girl looked very anxious, not knowing how
to get across the street.

"Let me carry the child across for you," said Mr. George.

So saying he took the child up gently, but quickly, in his arms, and
watching a momentary opening in the stream of carriages, he pressed
through, the servant girl following him. He set the boy down upon the
sidewalk. The girl said that she was very much obliged to him, _indeed_;
and then Mr. George went on.

Just then a small and ragged boy held out his hand, and with a most
woe-begone expression of countenance and a piteous tone of voice, begged
Mr. George to give him a few pennies, to keep him from starving. Mr.
George took no notice of him, but passed on. A moment afterward he
turned round to look at the boy again. He saw him take a top out of his
pocket, and go to spinning it upon the sidewalk, and then, suddenly
seeing some other boys, the young rogue caught up his top and ran after
them with shouts of great hilarity and glee. He was an impostor; Mr.
George knew this when he refused to give him any money.

[Illustration: THE PIER.]

Mr. George then went on again. He came, at length, to the great gates
which led to the pier. There was a man just within the gate, walking to
and fro, near the door of a sort of office, or lodge, which he kept
there. Mr. George attempted to open the gate.

"Please show your ticket, sir," said he.

Mr. George took out his ticket and gave it to the porter, whereupon the
porter opened the gate and let him in.

Mr. George found himself under an enormous roof, which spread itself
like a vast canopy over his head, and extended from side to side across
the pier. Under this vast shed laborers were wheeling boxes and bales of
merchandise to and fro, while small steam engines of curious forms and
incessant activity were at work hoisting coal on board the ships from
lighters alongside, and in other similar operations. There were two
monstrous steamships lying at this pier, one on each side. Mr. George
turned toward the one on the left. There was a long flight of steps
leading up from the pier to the decks of this ship. It was formed by a
staging, which extended from the pier to the bulwarks of the ship, like
a stair-case, with a railing on each side. Mr. George ascended these
steps to the bulwarks, and thence descended by a short flight of steps
to the deck itself, and then went along the deck till he came to the
door leading to the cabins.

He found within quite a number of cabins, arranged on different floors,
like the different stories of a house. These cabins were very
resplendent with gilding and carving, and were adorned with curtains
and mirrors on every side. They presented to Mr. George, as he walked
through them, a very imposing spectacle. Along the sides of them were a
great many little bed rooms, called state rooms. These state rooms were
all very beautifully finished, and were furnished with every convenience
which passengers could require. Mr. George selected two of these state
rooms. They were two that were adjoining to each other, and they were
connected by a door. There were two beds, or rather bed _places_, in
each state room, one above the other. Mr. George chose the lower berth
in one state room for Rollo, and the lower one in the next state room
for Jane. When he had chosen the berths in this manner, he wrote the
name of each of the children on a card, and then pinned the cards up
upon the curtains of the respective berths.

"There!" said he. "That is all right. Now perhaps some lady will take
the other berth in Jane's room, and some gentleman that in Rollo's. Then
they will both have company in their rooms. Otherwise I must find
somebody to take care of them both."

Mr. George then left the ship and went back to the office in Wall
Street, to engage the berths and pay the passage money. The office was
spacious and handsomely furnished, and there were several clerks in it
writing at desks. There were two rooms, and in the back room was a
table, with large plans of the ship upon it, on which all the cabins and
state rooms of the several decks were represented in their proper
positions. The names of the various passengers that had engaged passage
in the ship were written in the several state rooms which they had
chosen. The clerk wrote the names, _Master Holiday_ and _Miss Holiday_,
in the state rooms which Mr. George pointed out to him, and, when he had
done so, Mr. George looked over all the other names that had been
written in before, to see if there were any persons whom he knew among
them. To his great gratification he found that there were several such.

"Yes," said he, as he rose up from the examination of the plan, "there
are several gentlemen there who will be very ready, under the
circumstances of the case, to do Mr. Holiday the favor of looking after
his children during the voyage."

Being thus, in a measure, relieved of all solicitude, Mr. George walked
about the room a few minutes, examining the pictures of the several
steamers of the line which were hanging on the walls, and then went
away.




CHAPTER II.

THE EMBARKATION.


The time fixed for the sailing of the steamer was on Tuesday morning;
and Mr. George, in order to have time to communicate with some of the
gentlemen to whose care he intended to intrust the two children, planned
his journey to New York so as to arrive there in good season on Monday.
He supposed that he should be able, without any difficulty, to find one
or the other of them in the afternoon or evening of that day.

"And if worst comes to the worst," added he to himself, in his
reflections on the subject, "I can certainly find them at the ship, by
going on board an hour or two before she sails, and watching the plank
as the passengers come up from the pier."

Worst did come to the worst, it seems; for when Mr. George came home at
nine o'clock in the evening, on Monday, and Rollo came up to him very
eagerly in the parlor of the boarding house, to ask him whom he had
found to take charge of them, he was forced to confess that he had not
found any one.

"I am glad of it!" exclaimed Rollo, joyfully. "I am glad of it! I
like it a great deal better to take care of ourselves."

He then began dancing about the room, and finally ran off in great glee,
to inform Jane of the prospect before them. Rollo was very ambitious of
being considered a man.

He found Jane sitting on the stairs with another child of her own age,
that she had become acquainted with at the boarding house; for it was at
a boarding house, and not at a hotel, that Mr. George had taken lodgings
for his party. This child's name was Lottie; that is, she was commonly
called Lottie, though her real name was Charlotte. She was a beautiful
child, with beaming black eyes, a radiant face, and dark glossy curls of
hair hanging down upon her neck. Jane and Lottie were playing together
in a sort of recess at a landing of the stairs, where there was a sofa
and a window. They had tiger and the cage with them. The door was open
and tiger was playing about the cage, going in and out at her pleasure.

"Jane," said Rollo, "uncle George cannot find any body to take care of
you, and so _I_ am going to take care of you."

Jane did not answer.

"Are you going to England?" asked Lottie.

"Yes," replied Jane, mournfully; "and there is nobody to go with us, to
take care of us."

"I went to England once," said Lottie.

"Did you?" asked Jane; "and did you go across the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Yes," said Lottie.

"Of course she did," said Rollo; "there is no other way."

"And how did you get along?" said Jane.

"O, very well," said Lottie; "we had a very good time playing about the
decks and cabins."

Jane felt somewhat reassured by these declarations of Lottie, and she
even began to think that if there was nothing to be done in crossing the
Atlantic but to play about the decks and cabins all the way, there was a
possibility that Rollo might be able to take care of her.

"My uncle is going on a voyage, too, to-morrow," added Lottie.

"What uncle?" asked Jane.

"My uncle Thomas," said Lottie. "He lives in this house. He is packing
up his trunk now. He is going to Charleston. I wish I were going with
him."

"Do you like to go to sea?" asked Jane.

"Yes," said Lottie, "pretty well. I like to see the sailors climb up
the masts and rigging; and I like the cabins, because there are so many
sofas in them, and so many places to hide."

Little Jane felt much less uneasiness at the idea of going to sea after
hearing Lottie give such favorable accounts of her own experience. Still
she was not entirely satisfied. As for Rollo, his eagerness to go
independent of all supervision did not arise wholly from vanity and
presumption. He was now twelve years of age, and that is an age which
fairly qualifies a boy to bear some considerable burdens of
responsibility and duty. At any rate, it is an age at which it ought to
be expected that the powers and characteristics of manhood should, at
least, _begin_ to be developed. It is right, therefore, that a boy at
that age should begin to feel something like a man, and to desire that
opportunities should arise for exercising the powers which he finds thus
developing themselves and growing stronger every day within him.

The fact that Lottie's uncle Thomas was going to embark for Charleston
on the same day that had been fixed for Rollo's embarkation for Europe
might seem at first view a very unimportant circumstance. It happened,
however, that it led, in fact, to very serious consequences. The case
was this. It is necessary, however, first to explain, for the benefit
of those readers of this book who may never have had opportunities to
become acquainted with the usages of great cities, that there are two
separate systems in use in such cities for the transportation
respectively of baggage, and of persons, from place to place. For
baggage and parcels, there are what are called _expresses_. The owners
of these expresses have offices in various parts of the city, where
books are kept, in which a person may go and have an entry made of any
trunk, or bag, or other package which he may wish to have conveyed to
any place. He enters in the book what the parcel is, where it is, and
where he wishes to have it taken. The express man then, who has a great
number of wagons employed for this purpose, sends for the parcel by the
first wagon that comes in.

For _persons_ who wish to be conveyed from place to place, there are
carriages all the time standing at certain points by the sides of the
streets, ready for any one who calls them, and there are also stables
where carriages are always in readiness. Now, it so happened that
Lottie's uncle Thomas had concluded to have his trunk taken down to the
Charleston ship by the express, intending to walk to the pier himself
from his office, which was in the lower part of the city not far from
the pier where his ship was lying. So he went to an express office, and
there, at his dictation, the clerk made the following entry in his
book:--

     Trunk at 780 Broadway, to steamer Carolina, Pier No. 4 North River.
     To-morrow, at half past nine o'clock.

On the other hand, Mr. George, as he required a carriage to take the
children down, did not go to the express office at all. He intended to
take their trunk on the carriage. So he went to the stable, and there,
at his dictation, the clerk made on the book there the following
entry:--

     Carriage at 780 Broadway. To-morrow, at half past nine o'clock.

In accordance with this arrangement, therefore, a little after nine
o'clock both the trunks were got ready at the boarding house, each in
its own room. The chambermaid in Rollo's room, when she saw that the
trunk was ready, offered to carry it down, which, as she was a good
strong Irish girl, she could very easily do. She accordingly took it up
in her arms and carried it down stairs to the front entry, and put it
down near the door. One of the waiters of the house was standing by
when she did this.

"What is that, Mary?" said he.

"It is a trunk to go to the steamer," said Mary. "There is a man coming
for it pretty soon."

She meant, of course, that it was to go to the Liverpool steamer, and
the man who was to come for it was the driver of the carriage that Mr.
George had engaged. She knew nothing about any other trunk, as the room
which Lottie's uncle occupied was attended by another chambermaid.

Mary, having deposited the trunk in its place, returned up stairs, to
assist in getting Rollo and Jane ready. A moment afterward the express
man, whom Lottie's uncle had sent for _his_ trunk, rang the door bell.
The waiter opened the door.

"I came for a trunk," said the man, "to take to the steamer."

"Yes," said the waiter. "Here it is, all ready. They have just brought
it down."

So the express man took up the trunk, and carrying it out, put it on his
wagon; then, mounting on his seat, he drove away.

Five minutes afterward, the carriage which Mr. George had engaged
arrived at the door. Mr. George and the children came down the stairs.
Mr. George, as soon as he reached the lower hall, inquired,--

"Where is the trunk?"

"The man has taken it, sir," said he.

"Ah, he has, has he? That is all right."

So Mr. George and the children got into the carriage, the driver holding
the door open for them as they did so. As the driver was about to shut
the door, Mr. George said,--

"Steamer Pacific, foot of Canal Street."

The driver, taking this for his direction, mounted his box, and drove
rapidly away.

When the party arrived at the gates which led to the pier, they found a
great concourse of people and a throng of carts and carriages blocking
up the way. The great gate was open, and a stream of carriages
containing passengers, and of carts and express wagons conveying
baggage, was pouring in. Mr. George's carriage was admitted, at length,
in its turn, and drove on until it came opposite the long stairway which
led on board the ship. Here it stopped, and Mr. George and the children
got out.

"Where is the trunk?" said Mr. George, looking before and behind the
carriage. "Why, where is the trunk? You have lost the trunk off of the
carriage, driver, in coming down."

"No, sir," said the driver; "there was no trunk."

"There certainly was," said Mr. George; "and they told me that you had
put it on."

"No, sir," said the driver. "This is the first time I have heard any
thing about any trunk."

Mr. George was now quite seriously alarmed. He looked about this way and
that, and did not seem to know what to do. In the mean time the line of
carriages from behind pressed on, and the drivers of them began to call
out to clear the way. Mr. George found himself compelled to decide upon
something very promptly.

"Drive over to the other side of the pier," said he, "and wait there
till I come."

Then, taking the two children by the hand, he began to lead them up the
long plank by which the people were going on board.

Mr. George said nothing, but continued to lead the children along, the
throng before and behind them being so dense that they could not see at
all where they were going. When they reached the top of the stairway,
they descended by a few steps, and so came on board. The children then
found themselves moving along what seemed a narrow passage way, amid
crowds of people, until at length they came to a short and steep flight
of steps, which led up to what seemed to Jane a sort of a roof. The
balustrade, or what served as balustrade for these steps, was made of
rope, and painted green. By help of this rope, and by some lifting on
the part of Mr. George, Rollo and Jane succeeded in getting up, and, at
length, found themselves in a place where they could see.

They were on what was called the promenade deck. There were masts, and a
great smoke-pipe, and a great amount of ropes and rigging rising up
above them, and there were many other curious objects around. The
children had, however, no time to attend to these things, for Mr. George
led them rapidly along to that part of the promenade deck which was
opposite to the long plank, where the people were coming up from the
pier. Mr. George left the children here for a minute or two, while he
went and brought two camp stools for them to sit upon. He placed these
stools near the edge of the deck. There was a railing to keep them from
falling off.

"There, children," said he. "Now you can sit here and see the people
come on board. It is a very funny thing to see. I am going after the
trunk. You must not mind if I don't come back for a long time. The ship
will not sail yet for two hours. You must stay here, however, all the
time. You must not go away from this place on any consideration."

So saying, Mr. George went away. A moment afterward the children saw him
going down the plank to the pier. As soon as he reached the pier he
forced his way through the crowd to the other side of it, where the
carriage was standing. The children watched him all the time. When he
reached the carriage, they saw that he stopped a moment to say a few
words to the driver, and then hastily got into the carriage. The driver
shut the door, mounted upon the box, and then drove out through the
great gate and disappeared.

What Mr. George said to the driver was this.

"Now, driver, we have got just two hours to find that trunk. I pay you
full fare for the carriage for the two hours at any rate, and if we find
the trunk and get it on board that ship before she sails, I pay you five
dollars over. Now take me up to 780 Broadway as quick as you can go."

When the children found themselves thus left, they could not help
feeling for a moment a very painful sensation of loneliness, although
they were, in fact, surrounded with crowds, and were in the midst of a
scene of the greatest excitement. Even Rollo found his courage and
resolution ebbing away. He sat for a little time without speaking, and
gazed upon the scene of commotion which he saw exhibited before him on
the pier with a vague and bewildered feeling of anxiety and fear.
Presently he turned to look at Jennie. He saw that she was trying to
draw her handkerchief from her pocket, and that tears were slowly
trickling down her cheek.

"Jennie," said he, "don't cry. Uncle George will find the trunk pretty
soon, and come back."

It might, perhaps, be supposed that Rollo would have been made to feel
more dispirited and depressed himself from witnessing Jennie's
dejection; but the effect was really quite the contrary of this. In
fact, it is found to be universally true, that nothing tends to nerve
the heart of man to greater resolution and energy in encountering and
struggling against the dangers and ills that surround him, than to have
woman near him and dependent upon him, and to see her looking up to him
for protection and support. It is true that Rollo was not a man, nor was
Jennie a woman. But even in their early years the instincts and
sympathies, which exercise so powerful a control over the human heart in
later periods of life, began to develop themselves in embryo forms. So
Rollo found all his courage and confidence coming back again when he saw
Jennie in tears.

Besides, he reflected that he had a duty to perform. He perceived that
the time had now come for him to show by his acts that he was really
able to _do_ what he had been so eager to undertake. He determined,
therefore, that instead of yielding to the feelings of fear and
despondency which his situation was so well calculated to inspire, he
would nerve himself with resolution, and meet the emergencies of the
occasion like a man.

The first thing to be done, as he thought, was to amuse Jane, and divert
her attention, if possible, from her fears. So he began to talk to her
about what was taking place before them on the pier.

"Here comes another carriage, Jennie," said he. "Look, look! See what a
parcel of trunks they have got on behind. That passenger has not lost
his trunks, at any rate. See all these orange women, too, Jennie,
standing on the edge of the pier. How many oranges they have got. Do you
suppose they will sell them all? O Jennie, Jennie, look there! See that
great pile of trunks going up into the air."

Jane looked in the direction where Rollo pointed, and saw a large pile
of trunks and boxes, eight or ten in all, slowly rising into the air,
being drawn up by means of a monstrous rope, which descended from a
system of pulleys and machinery above. After attaining a considerable
height, the whole mass slowly moved over toward the ship, and after
reaching the centre of the deck it began to descend again, with a great
rattling of chains and machinery, until it disappeared from view
somewhere on board.

"That is the way they get the baggage on board, Jennie," said Rollo. "I
never should have thought of getting baggage on board in that way;
should you, Jennie? I wonder where the trunks go to when the rope lets
them down. It is in some great black hole, I have no doubt, down in the
ship. The next load of trunks that comes I have a great mind to go and
see."

"No, no!" said Jane, "you must not go away. Uncle George said that we
must not move away from here on any account."

"So he did," said Rollo. "Well, I won't go."

After a short time, Jennie became so far accustomed to her situation as
to feel in some degree relieved of her fears. In fact, she began to find
it quite amusing to watch the various phases which the exciting scene
that was passing before her assumed. Rollo endeavored still more to
encourage and cheer her, by frequently assuring her that their uncle
would soon come back. He did this, indeed, from the best of motives;
but it was not wise or even right to do so, for he could not possibly
know when his uncle would come back, or even whether he would come back
at all.

In the mean time, the crowd of carriages and people coming and going on
the pier was continually increasing as the time for the departure of the
ship drew nigh. There were more than one hundred passengers to come on
board, and almost every one of these had many friends to come with them,
to bid them good by; so that there was a perpetual movement of carriages
coming and going upon the pier, and the long plank which led up to the
ship was crowded with people ascending and descending in continuous
streams. The paddle wheels were all the time in motion, though the ship,
being yet fastened to the shore, could not move away. The wheels,
however, produced a great commotion in the water, covering the surface
of it with rushing foam, and at the same time the steam was issuing from
the escape-pipe with a roaring sound, which seemed to crown and cover,
as it were, without at all subduing the general din.

Rollo had one very extraordinary proof of the deep and overwhelming
character of the excitement of this scene, in an accident that occurred
in the midst of it, which, for a moment, frightened him extremely. The
pier where the steamer was lying was surrounded by other piers and
docks, all crowded with boats and shipping. It happened that not very
far from him there lay a small vessel, a sloop, which had come down the
North River, and was now moored at the head of the dock. There was a
family on board this sloop, and while Rollo was by chance looking that
way, he saw a small child, perhaps seven or eight years old, fall off
from the deck of the sloop into the water. The child did not sink, being
buoyed up by her clothes; and as the tide was flowing strong at that
time, an eddy of the water carried her slowly along away from the sloop
toward the shore. The child screamed with terror, and Rollo could now
and then catch the sound of her voice above the roaring of the steam.
The sailors on board the sloop ran toward the boat, and began to let it
down. Others on the shore got ready with poles and boat hooks, and
though they were probably shouting and calling aloud to one another,
Rollo could hear nothing but now and then the scream of the child. At
length a man came running down a flight of stone steps which led from
the pier to the water in a corner of the dock, throwing off his coat and
shoes as he went down. He plunged into the water, swam out to the child,
seized her by the clothes with one hand, and with the other swam back
with her toward the steps, and there they were both drawn out by the
bystanders together.

[Illustration: THE RESCUE.]

This scene, however, exciting as it would have been under any other
circumstances, produced very little impression upon the great crowd that
was engaged about the steamer. A few boys ran that way to see how the
affair would result. Some others, standing on the decks of the ship or
on the pier, turned and looked in the direction of the child. Otherwise
every thing went on the same. The carriages went and came, the people
walked eagerly about among each other, exchanging farewells. The paddle
wheels continued their motion, the steam pipe kept up its deafening
roar, and the piles of trunks continued to rise into the air and swing
over into the ship, without any interruption.

The time passed rapidly on, and Mr. George did not return. At length but
few new carriages came, and the stream of people on the great plank
seemed to flow all one way, and that was from the ship to the pier;
while the crowd upon the pier had increased until it had become a mighty
throng. At length the officer in command gave orders to rig the tackle
to the great plank stair, with a view to heaving it back upon the pier.
The last, lingering visitors to the ship, who had come to take leave of
their friends, hastily bade them farewell and ran down the plank. The
ship, in fact, was just on the point of casting off from the pier, when
suddenly Mr. George's carriage appeared at the great gate. It came in
among the crowd at a very rapid rate; but still it was so detained by
the obstructions which were in the way, that before it reached its
stopping-place the plank had begun slowly to rise into the air, and the
men on the pier had begun to throw off the fastenings.

"You are too late, sir," said a man to Mr. George. "You cannot get on
board."

"Put the trunk on board," said Mr. George. "That's all."

The man took up the trunk, which was by no means heavy, and just
succeeded in passing it through into a sort of porthole, near the
engine, which happened to be open. Mr. George then looked up to the
place where he had left the children, and shouted out to them,--

"Good by, children; don't be afraid. Your father will come to the ship
for you at Liverpool. Good by, Jennie. Rollo will take excellent care of
you. Don't be afraid."

By this time the ship was slowly and majestically moving away from the
pier; and thus it happened that Rollo and Jennie set out on the voyage
to Europe, without having any one to take them in charge.

[Illustration]




CHAPTER III.

DEPARTURE.


The moving away of the steamer from the pier had the effect of producing
a striking illusion in Jane's mind.

"Why, Rollo!" she exclaimed, looking up to Rollo, quite alarmed. "The
pier is sailing away from us, and all the people on it."

"O, no," said Rollo, "the pier is not sailing away. We are sailing away
ourselves."

Jane gazed upon the receding shore with a look of bewildered
astonishment. Then she added in a very sorrowful and desponding tone,--

"O Rollo! you told me that uncle George would certainly come back; and
now he is not coming back at all."

"Well, I really thought he would come back," said Rollo. "But never
mind, Jennie, we shall get along very well. We shall not have to get out
of this ship at all till we get to Liverpool; and we shall find father
at Liverpool. He will come on board for us at Liverpool, I am sure,
before we land; and mother, too, I dare say. Just think of that, Jennie!
Just think of that!"

This anticipation would doubtless have had considerable influence in
calming Jennie's mind, if she had had any opportunity to dwell upon it;
but her thoughts were immediately diverted to the spectacle which was
exhibiting itself on the pier. The great throng of people which had
assembled there seemed to be pressing on toward the end of the pier,
accompanying the ship, as it were, in its motion, as it glided smoothly
away. As they thus crowded forward, all those who had opportunity to do
so climbed up upon boxes and bales of merchandise, or on heaps of wood
or coal, or on posts or beams of wood, wherever they could find any
position which would raise them above the general level of the crowd.
This scene, of course, strongly attracted the attention both of Rollo
and of Jane.

And here it must be remarked, that there are three distinct scenes of
bidding farewell that an Atlantic steamer passes through in putting to
sea. In the first place, the individual voyagers take leave of their
several friends, by words of good by and other personal greetings, on
the decks and in the cabins of the ship, before she leaves the pier.
Then, secondly, the company of passengers, as a whole, give a good by to
the whole company of visitors, who have come to see the ship sail, and
who remain standing on the pier as the vessel goes away. This second
good by cannot be given by words, for the distance is too great to allow
of words being used. So they give it by huzzas, and by the waving of
hats and handkerchiefs.

This second farewell was now about to be given. The gentlemen on the
pier took off their hats, and, waving them in the air, shouted hurrah in
concert, three times, with great energy. The company of passengers on
board the ship then responded, by shouting and waving their hats in
return. The ladies, both on the pier and in the ship, performed their
part in this ceremony by waving their handkerchiefs and clapping their
hands. By this time the steamer, which had been rapidly increasing the
speed of its motion all the while, was now getting quite out into the
stream, and was turning rapidly down the river. This change in the
direction in which the steamer was going carried the pier and all the
people that were upon it entirely out of the children's view and they
saw themselves gliding rapidly along the shore of the river, which was
formed of a long line of piers, with forests of masts surmounting them,
and long ranges of stores and warehouses beyond. Nearer to the steamer,
on the water of the river, and on either hand, were to be seen sloops,
ships, ferry boats, scows, and every other species of water craft,
gliding to and fro in all directions. While gazing with great interest
on this scene, as the steamer moved along, Jane was suddenly startled
and terrified at the sound of a heavy gun, which seemed to be fired
close to her ear. It was soon evident that the gun had been fired from
on board the steamer, for a great puff of smoke rose up into the air
from the bows of the vessel, and slowly floated away. Immediately
afterward another gun was fired, louder than the first.

I have said that there were three farewells. The first is that of the
individual passengers to their individual friends. The second is that of
the whole company of passengers to the company of spectators on the
pier. The third is the ship's farewell to the city. Of course, for a
ship to speak to a city, a very loud voice is required. So they provide
her with a gun. In fact, a great steamer proceeding to sea may be
considered as, in some respects, like a mighty animal. The engine is its
heart; the paddle wheels are its limbs; the guns are its voice; the
captain is its head; and, finally, there is a man always stationed on
the lookout in the extreme forward part of the ship, who serves the
monster for eyes.

Jane was quite terrified at the sound of the guns.

"O Rollo!" exclaimed she, "I wish they would not fire any more of those
dreadful guns."

"I don't think they will fire any more," said Rollo. "In fact, I am sure
they will not, for they have fired two now, and they never fire more
than two."

Rollo was mistaken in this calculation, though he was right in the
general principle that the number of guns usually discharged by a
steamer going to sea, as its parting salute, is two. In this case,
however, the steamer, in passing on down the river, came opposite to a
place in Jersey City, where a steamer of another line was lying moored
to her pier, waiting for her own sailing day. Now, as the Pacific passed
by this other steamer, the men on board of the latter, having previously
made every thing ready for the ceremony, fired two guns as a salute to
her, by way of bidding her farewell and wishing her a good voyage. Of
course, it was proper to respond to the compliment, and this called for
two guns more. This made, in fact, a fourth farewell, which having been
spoken, the firing was over. The Pacific, having thus taken leave of the
city, and also of her sister steamer on the Jersey shore, had now
nothing to do but to proceed as fast as possible down the harbor and
out to sea.

The scenes which are presented to view on every hand in passing down New
York Harbor and Bay are very magnificent and imposing. Ships, steamers,
long ferry boats, tugs, sloops, sail boats, and every other species of
water craft, from the little skiff that bobs up and down over the waves
made by the steamboat swell to the man-of-war riding proudly at anchor
in the stream, are seen on every hand. The shores, too, present
enchanting pictures of rich and romantic beauty. There are villas and
cottages, and smooth grassy lawns, and vast fortifications, and
observatories, and lighthouses, and buoys, and a great many other
objects, which strongly attract the attention and excite the curiosity
of the voyager, especially if he has been previously accustomed only to
travelling on land.

While the children were looking at these scenes with wonder and
admiration, as the ship passed down the harbor, a young-looking man, who
appeared to belong to the ship, came to them and told them that, if they
wished to remain on deck, they had better go and sit upon the settees.
So saying, he pointed to several large and heavy-looking settees, which
were placed near the middle of the deck, around what seemed to be a
sort of skylight. These settees were all firmly secured to their places
with strong cords, by means of which they were tied by the legs to some
of the fixtures of the skylights. In obedience to this suggestion, the
children went and took their places upon a settee. Jane carried the
cage, containing Tiger, which she had kept carefully with her thus far,
and put it down upon the settee by her side. The man who had directed
the children to this place, and who was a sort of _mate_, as they call
such officers at sea, looked at the kitten with an expression of
contempt upon his countenance, but said nothing. He took the camp stools
which the children had left, and carried them away.

"I am sure I don't know what we are to do next," said Jane, mournfully,
after sitting for a moment in silence.

"Nor I," rejoined Rollo, "and so I am going to follow uncle George's
rules."

Mr. George had given Rollo this rule, as a sort of universal direction
for young persons when travelling alone:--

1. Do as you see other people do.

2. When you cannot find out in this or in any other way what to do, do
nothing.

In accordance with this advice, Rollo concluded to sit still upon the
settee, where the ship's officer had placed him, and do nothing. In the
mean time, however, he amused himself in watching the ships and steamers
which he saw sailing to and fro about the harbor, and in pointing out to
Jane all the remarkable objects which he observed from time to time
along the shores.

[Illustration: THE PILOT ON THE PADDLE BOX.]

Among other things which attracted his attention, he noticed and watched
the movements of a man who stood upon the top of one of the paddle boxes
on the side of the ship, where he walked to and fro very busily,
holding a speaking trumpet all the time in his hand. Every now and then
he would call out, in a loud voice, a certain word. Sometimes it was
_port_, sometimes it was _starboard_, and sometimes it was _steady_.
Rollo observed that it was always one or the other of those three words.
And what was still more curious, Rollo observed that, whenever the man
on the paddle box called out the word, the officer on the deck, who kept
walking about there all the time to and fro, would immediately repeat it
after him, in a loud but in a somewhat singular tone. While he was
wondering what this could mean, a gentleman, who seemed to be one of the
passengers, came and sat down on the settee close by his side. Rollo had
a great mind to ask him who the man on the paddle box was.

"Well, my boy," said the gentleman, "you are rather young to go to sea.
How do you like it?"

"Pretty well, sir," said Rollo.

"We are going out in fine style," said the gentleman. "We shall soon be
done with the pilot."

"The pilot?" said Rollo, inquiringly.

"Yes," said the gentleman. "There he is, on the paddle box."

"Is that the pilot?" asked Rollo. "I thought the pilot was the man who
steered."

"No," replied the gentleman, "he is the man who gives directions how to
steer. He does not steer himself. The man who steers is called the
helmsman. There he is."

So saying, the gentleman pointed toward the stern of the ship where
there was a sort of platform raised a little above the deck, with a row
of panes of glass, like a long narrow window, in front of it. Through
this window Rollo could see the head of a man. The man was standing in a
recess which contained the wheel by means of which the ship was steered.

"The pilot keeps a lookout on the paddle box," continued the gentleman,
"watching the changes in the channel, and also the movements of the
vessels which are coming and going. When he wishes the helm to be put to
the right, he calls out _Starboard_! When he wishes it to be put to the
left, he calls out _Port_! And when he wishes the ship to go straight
forward as she is, he calls out _Steady_!"

Just then the pilot, from his lofty lookout on the paddle box, called
out, "_Port_!"

The officer on the deck repeated the command, in order to pass it along
to the helmsman, "_Port_!"

The helmsman then repeated it again, by way of making it sure to the
officer that he had heard it and was obeying it, "_Port!_"

There were two or three dashing-looking young men walking together up
and down the dock, and one of them, on hearing these commands, called
out, not very loud, but still in such a manner as that all around him
could hear, and imitating precisely the tones in which the pilot's order
had been given, "_Sherry!_"

Whereupon there was a great laugh among all the passengers around. Even
the stern and morose-looking countenance of the officer relaxed into a
momentary smile.

"Now look forward at the bows of the ship," said the gentleman, "and you
will see her change her course in obedience to the command of the pilot
to port the helm."

Rollo did so, and observed the effect with great curiosity and pleasure.

"I thought the captain gave orders how to steer the ship," said Rollo.

"He does," said the gentleman, "after we get fairly clear of the land.
It is the captain's business to navigate the ship across the ocean, but
he has nothing to do with directing her when she is going in and out of
the harbor." The gentleman then went on to explain that at the
entrances of all rivers and harbors there were usually rocks, shoals,
sand bars, and other obstructions, some of which were continually
shifting their position and character, and making it necessary that they
should be studied and known thoroughly by some one who is all the time
upon the spot. The men who do this are called pilots. The pilots of each
port form a company, and have established rules and regulations for
governing all their proceedings. They go out to the mouth of the harbor
in small vessels called pilot boats, where they wait, both in sunshine
and storm, for ships to come in. When a ship approaches the coast and
sees one of these pilot boats, it makes a signal for a pilot to come on
board. The pilot boat then sails toward the ship, and when they get near
enough they let down a small boat, and row one of the pilots on board
the vessel, and he guides the ship in. In the same manner, in going out
of port, the pilot guides the ship until they get out into deep water,
and then a pilot boat comes up and takes him off the ship. The ship then
proceeds to sea, while the pilot boat continues to sail to and fro about
the mouth of the harbor, till another ship appears.

"And will this pilot get into a pilot boat and go back to New York?"
asked Rollo.

"Yes," replied the gentleman, "and the passengers can send letters back
by him, if they wish. They often do."

"And can I?" asked Rollo.

"Yes," replied the gentleman. "Write your letter, and I will give it to
him."

Rollo had a small inkstand in his pocket, and also a pocket book with
note papers folded up and envelopes in it. This was an apparatus that he
always carried with him when he travelled. He took out one of his sheets
of note paper, and wrote upon it the following letter:--

     DEAR UNCLE GEORGE:

     This is to inform you that we have found a good seat, and are
     getting along very well.

                 Your affectionate nephew,
                                 R. HOLIDAY.

Rollo made his letter shorter than he otherwise would have done, on
account of having been informed by the gentleman, when he had just
written the first line, that the pilot boat was coming in sight. So he
finished his writing, and then folded his note and put it in its
envelope. He sealed the envelope with a wafer, which he took out of a
compartment of his pocket book. He then addressed it to his uncle George
in a proper manner, and it was all ready. The gentleman then took it
and carried it to the pilot, who was just then coming down from the
paddle box and putting on his coat.

By this time the pilot boat had come pretty near to the ship, and was
lying there upon the water at rest, with her sails flapping in the wind.
The engine of the ship was stopped. A small boat was then seen coming
from the pilot boat toward the ship. The boat was tossed fearfully by
the waves as the oarsmen rowed it along. When it came to the side of the
ship a sailor threw a rope to it, and it was held fast by means of the
rope until the pilot got on board. The rope was then cast off, and the
boat moved away. The engine was now put in motion again, and the great
paddle wheels of the ship began to revolve as before. Rollo watched the
little boat as it went bounding over the waves, afraid all the time that
it would be upset, in which case his letter would be lost. At length,
however, he had the satisfaction of seeing the skiff safely reach the
pilot boat, and all the men climb up safely on board.

"There!" exclaimed Rollo, in a tone of great satisfaction, "now he will
go up to the city safe, and I am _very_ glad he has got that letter for
uncle George."

In the mean time the captain mounted the paddle box where the pilot had
stood, and, with his speaking trumpet in his hand, began to give the
necessary orders for the vigorous prosecution of the voyage. The sails
were spread, the engines were put into full operation, the helmsman was
directed what course to steer, and the ship pressed gallantly forward
out into the open sea.




CHAPTER IV.

GETTING SETTLED.


The gentleman who had so kindly explained the pilot system to Rollo did
not return to the settee after having given the pilot the letter, but
went away, and for a few minutes Rollo and Jane were left alone. They
observed, too, that a great many of the passengers had disappeared, and
now there were very few about the deck. Rollo wondered where they had
gone. He soon received some light on the subject, by overhearing one
gentleman say to another, as they passed the settee on their
promenade,--

"Come, Charley, let us go down and get some lunch."

"They are going to lunch," said Rollo. "We will go too. I am beginning
to be hungry."

"So am I hungry," said Jane. "I did not think of it before; but I am,
and I have no doubt that Tiger is hungry too."

So Jane took up her cage, and then she and Rollo, walking along
together, followed the gentlemen who had said that they were going down
to lunch. They walked forward upon the promenade deck till they came to
the short flight of stairs, with the green rope balustrade, which led
down to the deck below. These stairs were so steep that the children
were obliged to proceed with great caution in descending them, in order
to get down in safety. They, however, at length succeeded; and then,
passing along where they saw that the gentlemen went who preceded them,
they entered into a long and narrow passage way, with doors leading to
state rooms on either hand. Following this passage way, they came at
length to a sort of entry or hall, which was lighted by a skylight
above. In the middle of this hall, and under the skylight, was a pretty
broad staircase, leading down to some lower portion of the ship. As the
men whom they were following went down these stairs, the children went
down too. When they got down, they found themselves in a perfect maze of
cabins, state rooms, and passage ways, the openings into which were
infinitely multiplied by the large and splendid mirrors with which the
walls were every where adorned.

"Put Tiger down there," said Rollo, pointing to a place near the end of
the sofa, "and we will bring her something to eat when we come from
lunch."

Jane was very anxious to take the kitten with her; but she knew that,
under the circumstances in which she was placed, it was proper that she
should follow implicitly all of Rollo's directions. So she put the cage
down, and then she and Rollo went on together through a door where the
gentlemen who had preceded them had gone.

They found themselves in another long and narrow passage way, which led
toward the forward part of the ship. The passage way was so narrow that
they could not walk together. So Rollo went first, and Jane came behind.
The vessel was rocking gently from the motion of the waves, and Jane had
to put her hands out once or twice, first to one side and then to the
other of the passage way, in order to steady herself as she passed
along. Presently they came to a place where they had to go up five or
six steps, and then to go immediately down again. It was the place where
the main shaft passed out from the engine to the paddle wheel. After
getting over this obstruction, they went on a a little farther, and then
came into a large dining saloon, where several long tables were spread,
and a great many passengers were seated, eating their luncheons.

There were a number of waiters in different parts of the room, standing
behind the guests at the tables; and one of these waiters, as soon as he
saw Rollo and Jane come in, went to them, and said that he would show
them where to sit. So they followed him, and he gave them a good seat at
one of the tables. As soon as the children were seated, the waiter said,
addressing Rollo,--

"Will you have soup?"

"Yes," said Rollo.

"And will the young lady take soup, too?" he asked again.

"Yes," said Rollo; "both of us."

While the waiter was gone to get the soup, Rollo and Jane had an
opportunity of looking around the room and observing how very different
it was in its fixtures and furniture from a dining room on land. Instead
of windows, there were only round holes in the sides of the ship, about
a foot in diameter. For a sash, there was only one round and exceedingly
thick and strong pane of glass, set in an iron frame, and opening
inwards, on massive hinges. On the side of this frame, opposite the
hinges, was a strong clamp and screw, by means of which the frame could
be screwed up very tight, in order to exclude the water in case of heavy
seas. The tables were fitted with a ledge all around the outside, to
keep the dishes from sliding off. Above each table, and suspended from
the ceiling, was a long shelf of beautiful wood, with racks and sockets
in it of every kind, for containing wineglasses, tumblers, decanters,
and such other things as would be wanted from time to time upon the
table. Every one of these glasses was in a place upon the shelf
expressly fitted to receive and retain it; so that it might be held
securely, and not allowed to fall, however great might be the motion of
the ship.

There were no chairs at the tables. The seats consisted of handsomely
cushioned settees, with substantial backs to them. It was upon one of
these settees, and near the end of it, that Rollo and Jane were seated.

When the soup was brought, the children ate it with great satisfaction.
They found it excellent; and, besides that, they had excellent
appetites. After the soup, the waiter brought them some roasted potatoes
and butter, and also some slices of cold roast beef. When the roast beef
came, Jane exclaimed to Rollo,--

"Ah! I am very glad to see that. It is just the thing for Tiger."

Then she turned round and said to the waiter,--

"Can I take a piece of this meat to give to my kitten?"

"Your kitten?" said the waiter. "Have you got a kitten on board?"

"Yes," said Jane.

"Where is she?" asked the waiter.

"I left her in the cabin," said Jane, "by the end of a sofa. She is in
her cage."

The waiter smiled to hear this statement. Jane had been, in fact, a
little afraid to ask for meat for her kitten, supposing it possible that
the waiter might think that she ought not to have brought a kitten on
board. But the truth was, the waiter was very glad to hear of it. He was
glad for two reasons. In the first place, the monotony and dulness of
sea life are so great, that those who live in ships are usually glad to
have any thing occur that is extraordinary or novel. Then, besides, he
knew that it was customary with passengers, when they gave the waiters
any unusual trouble, to compensate them for it fully when they reached
the end of the voyage; and he presumed, therefore, that if he had a
kitten to take care of, as well as the children themselves, their
father, whom he had no doubt was on board would remember it in his fee.
So, when Jane told him where the kitten was, he said he would go and
bring her out into the dining saloon, and give her some of the meat
there, as soon as the passengers had finished their luncheon, so that he
could be spared from the table.

Accordingly, when the proper time arrived, the waiter went aft, to the
cabin, and very soon returned, bringing the cage with him.

He seemed quite pleased with his charge; and several of the passengers,
who met him as they were going out of the saloon, stopped a moment to
see what he had got in the cage, and Jane was much gratified at hearing
one of them say,--

"What a pretty kitten! Whose is it, waiter?"

The waiter put the cage down upon a side table, and then carried a plate
of meat to the place, and put it in the cage. Jane and Rollo went to
see. While the kitten was eating her meat, the waiter said that he would
go and get some milk for her. He accordingly went away again; but he
soon returned, bringing a little milk with him in a saucer. The kitten,
having by this time finished eating her meat, set herself eagerly at the
work of lapping up the milk, which she did with an air of great
satisfaction.

"There!" said the waiter, "bring her out here whenever she is hungry,
and I will always have something for her. When you come at meal times,
you will see me at the table. If you come at any other time, and you
don't see me, ask for Alfred. My name is Alfred."

Jane and Rollo both said to Alfred that they were very much obliged to
him, and then, observing that nearly all the passengers had left the
dining saloon and had returned to the cabin, they determined to go too.
So they went back through the same passage way by which they had come.

There were two principal cabins in the ship, the ladies' cabin and the
gentlemen's cabin. The ladies' cabin was nearest to the dining saloon,
the gentlemen's cabin being beyond. A number of ladies and gentlemen
turned into the ladies' cabin, and so Rollo and Jane followed them. They
found themselves, when they had entered, in quite a considerable
apartment, with sofas and mirrors all around the sides of it, and a
great deal of rich carving in the panels and ceiling. Several splendid
lamps, too, were suspended in different places, so hung that they could
move freely in every direction, when the ship was rolling from side to
side in rough seas. Rollo and Jane took their seats upon one of the
sofas.

"Well, Rollo," said Jane, "I don't know what we are going to do next."

"Nor I," said Rollo; "but we can sit here a little while, and perhaps
somebody will come and speak to us. It must be right for us to sit here,
for other ladies and gentlemen are sitting in this cabin."

Jane looked about the cabin on the different sofas to see if there were
any persons there that she had ever seen before. But there were none.

Among the persons in the cabin, there were two who particularly
attracted Jane's attention. They were young ladies of, perhaps, eighteen
or twenty years of age, but they were remarkably different from each
other in appearance. One was very beautiful indeed. Her hair was
elegantly arranged in curls upon her neck, and she was dressed quite
fashionably. Her countenance, too, beamed with an expression of
animation and happiness.

The other young lady, who sat upon the other end of the same sofa, was
very plain in her appearance, and was plainly dressed. Her countenance,
too, had a sober and thoughtful expression which was almost stern, and
made Jane feel quite disposed to be afraid of her. The beautiful girl
she liked very much.

While the children were sitting thus upon the sofa, waiting to see what
was next going to happen to them, several persons passed along that way,
taking a greater or less degree of notice of them as they passed. Some
merely stared at them, as if wondering how they came there, and what
they were doing. One lady looked kindly at them, but did not speak.
Another lady, apparently about forty years of age, walked by them with a
haughty air, talking all the time with a gentleman who was with her.
Jane heard her say to the gentleman, as soon as she had passed them,--

"What a quantity of children we have on board this ship! I hate children
on board ship, they are so noisy and troublesome."

Jane did not say any thing in reply to this, but she thought that she
and Rollo, at least, did not deserve such censures, for they had
certainly not been noisy or troublesome.

Presently Jane saw the beautiful girl, who has been already spoken of,
rise and come toward them. She was very glad to see this, for now,
thought she, we have a friend coming. The young lady came walking along
carelessly toward them, and when she came near she looked at them a
moment, and then said, in a pert and forward manner,--

"What are you sitting here for, children, so long, all alone? Where is
your father?"

"My father is in Liverpool, I suppose," said Rollo.

"Well, your mother, then," said the young lady, "or whoever has the care
of you?"

"My mother is in Liverpool, too," said Rollo "and there is nobody who
has the care of us on board this ship."

"Why, you are not going to cross the Atlantic all by yourselves, are
you?" said the young lady, in a tone of great astonishment.

"Yes," said Rollo, "unless we find somebody to be kind enough to help
us."

"La! how queer!" said the young lady. "I am sure I'm glad enough that I
am not in your places."

So saying, the beautiful young lady walked on.

All the beauty, however, which she had before possessed in Jane's eyes
was entirely dissipated by this heartless behavior. Both Jane and Rollo,
for all the rest of the voyage, thought her one of the ugliest girls
they had ever seen.

It was some minutes after this before any other person approached the
children. Jane observed, however, that the other young lady--the one who
had appeared to her so plain--looked frequently toward her and Rollo,
with an expression of interest and kindness upon her countenance. At
length she rose from her seat, and came across the cabin, and sat down
by Jane's side.

"May I come and sit by you?" said she to Jane. "You seem to be all
alone."

"Yes," said Jane; "we don't know any body in this ship."

"Not any body?" said the young lady. "Then you may know me. My name is
Maria. But your father and mother are on board the ship, are they not?"

"No," said Rollo. "There is not any body on board this ship that belongs
to us."

Maria seemed very much astonished at hearing this, and she asked the
children how it happened that they were sent across the Atlantic alone.
Upon which Rollo, in a very clear and lucid manner, explained all the
circumstances of the case to her. He told her about his father being
sick in England, and about his having sent for him and Jane to go to
England and meet him there. He also explained what Mr. George's plan had
been for providing them with a protector on the voyage, and how it had
been defeated by the accident of the loss of the trunk. He also told her
how narrowly they had escaped having the trunk itself left behind. He
ended by saying that there were several of his father's friends on
board, only he did not know of any way by which he could find out who
they were.

"Never mind that," said Maria. "I will take care of you. You need not
be at all afraid; you will get along very well. Have you got any state
room?"

"No," said Rollo.

"Well, I will go and find the chambermaid, and she will get you one.
Then we will have your trunk sent to it, and you will feel quite at home
there."

So Maria went away, and presently returned with one of the chambermaids.

When the chambermaid learned that there were two children on board
without any one to take care of them, she was very much interested in
their case. Rollo heard her say to Maria, as they came up together
toward the sofa where the children were sitting,--

"O, yes, I will find them a state room, if they have not got one
already. Children," she added, when she came near, "are you sure you
have not got any state room?"

"Yes," said Rollo. "I did not know where the captain's office was."

"O, you don't go to the captain's office," said the chambermaid. "They
pay for the passage and get the tickets in Wall Street."

"Perhaps this is it, then," said Rollo. And so saying, he took out his
wallet, and there, from one of the inner compartments, where his uncle
George had placed it away very carefully, he produced a paper. The
chambermaid opened it, saying, "Yes, this is all right. Berths sixteen
and eighteen. Come with me, and I'll show you where they are."

So the two children, accompanied by Maria, followed the chambermaid, who
led the way across the cabin, and there, entering a passage way, she
opened a door, by means of a beautiful porcelain knob which was upon it.
They all went in. They found themselves in a small room, no bigger than
a large closet, but they saw at a glance that it was very beautifully
finished and furnished. On the front side was a round window like those
they had seen in the dining saloon. Under this window was a couch, with
a pillow at the head of it. On the back side were two berths, one above
the other, with very pretty curtains before them.

"There!" said the chambermaid, "sixteen. That lower berth is yours."

"And whose is the upper berth?" asked Maria.

"That is not taken, I think," said the chambermaid.

"Then I will take it," said Maria. "I will come into this state room,
and then I can look after Jennie all the time. But where is Rollo's
berth?"

"In the next state room," said the chambermaid.

So saying, she opened a door in the end of the room, and found another
state room communicating with the first, where she pointed out Rollo's
berth. There was another entrance to Rollo's state room from the passage
leading into the cabin, on the farther side of it.

"There," said the chambermaid, "now you can settle yourselves here as
soon as you please. Nobody can come in here to trouble you, for you have
these little rooms all to yourselves. I'll go and find a porter, and get
him to look up your trunk and send it in."

So Rollo went into his state room, and Jane sat down upon the couch in
hers, by the side of Maria, looking very much pleased. She opened the
door of the cage, and let the kitten out. The kitten walked all about
the room, examining every thing with great attention. She jumped up upon
the marble washstand, and from that she contrived to get into the round
window, where she stood for a few minutes looking out very attentively
over the wide sea. Not knowing, however, what to make of so
extraordinary a prospect, she presently jumped down again, and,
selecting a smooth place at the foot of the couch, she curled herself up
into a ring upon the soft covering of it, and went to sleep.




CHAPTER V.

ON DECK.


As soon as Rollo and Jane found themselves thus established in their
state rooms, they began to examine the furniture and fixtures around
them with great curiosity. They were particularly interested in
observing the precautions which had been taken in securing every thing
which the state rooms contained, from the danger of being thrown about
by the motion of the ship. The wash basin was made of marble, and was
firmly set in its place, so as to be absolutely immovable. There was a
hole in the bottom of it, with a plug in it, so that, by drawing out the
plug, the water could be let off into a pipe which conveyed it away.
There was a small chain attached to this plug, by means of which it
could be drawn up when any one wished to let the water off. The pitcher
was made broad and flat at the bottom, and very heavy, so that it could
not be easily upset; and then there was a socket for it in the lower
part of the wash stand, which confined it effectually, and prevented
its sliding about when the ship was rolling in a heavy sea.

The tumbler was secured in a more curious manner still. It was placed in
a brass ring, which projected from the wall in a corner over the wash
stand, and which was made just large enough to receive it. The soap dish
and the brush tray were also placed in sockets cut to receive them in
the marble slab, which formed the upper part of the wash stand. The
looking glass was round, and was screwed to the wall by means of a stem
and a ball or socket joint, in such a manner that it could be set in any
position required, according to the height of the observer, and yet it
could not by any possibility fall from its place. There were very few
pegs or pins for hanging clothes upon, because, when clothes are thus
hung, they are found to swing back and forth whenever the ship is
rolling in a heavy sea, in a manner that is very tiresome and
disagreeable for sick passengers to see. Nor were there many shelves
about the state room; for if there had been, the passengers would be
likely to put various articles upon them when the sea was smooth; and
then, when the ship came to pitch and roll in gales of wind, the things
would all slide off upon the floor. So instead of shelves there were
pockets made of canvas or duck, several together, one above another.
These pockets formed very convenient receptacles for such loose articles
as the passengers might have in their state rooms, and were, of course,
perfectly secure.

There were _two_ shelves, it is true, in Jennie's state room,--one over
each of the two wash stands,--but they were protected by a ledge about
the edges of them, which would effectually prevent such things as might
be placed upon them from sliding off.

By the time that Rollo and Jane had examined these things, a porter came
into the state room, bringing their trunk upon his shoulder. Maria told
the children that they had better open the trunk and take out all that
they would be likely to require while on board, and then stow the trunk
itself away under the lower berth, in one of the state rooms.

"Because," said she, "as soon as we get out upon the heavy seas we shall
all be sick, and then we shall not wish to move to do the least thing."

"When will that be?" asked Jane.

"I don't know," replied Maria. "Sometimes we have it smooth for a good
many days, and then there comes a head wind and makes it rough, and all
the passengers get sick and very wretched."

"I don't think that I shall be sick," said Rollo.

"You can't tell," said Maria. "Nobody can tell any thing about it
beforehand."

In obedience to Maria's directions, Rollo opened the trunk and took out
from it all the clothing, both for day and night, which he thought that
he and Jennie would require during the voyage. The night dresses he put
under the pillows in the berths. The cloaks, and coats, and shawls which
might be required on deck in the day he placed on the couches. Those
which belonged to him he put in his state room, and those that belonged
to Jennie in hers. While engaged in these operations, he pulled up from
one of the lower corners of his trunk a small leather purse or bag full
of money.

"What shall I do with this?" he asked, holding it up to Maria.

"What is it?" asked Maria.

"Money," said Rollo.

"How much is there?" said Maria.

"I don't know," replied Rollo. "Uncle George put it in here. He said I
ought to have _some_ money to carry with me, in case of accidents. I
don't suppose it is much."

"You had better count it, then," said Maria, "so as to ascertain how
much it is. You and Jane may count it together."

So Rollo and Jane sat down upon the couch, and Rollo poured out the
money into Jennie's lap. It was all gold. Maria said that the coins were
sovereigns and half sovereigns. The large ones were sovereigns, and the
small ones were half sovereigns. Rollo proposed that he should count the
sovereigns, and that Jennie might count the half sovereigns. It proved,
when the counting was completed, that there were thirty sovereigns and
twenty half sovereigns.

"That makes forty sovereigns in all," said Maria. "That is a great deal
of money."

"How much is it?" asked Rollo.

"Why, in American money," said Maria, "it makes about two hundred
dollars."

"Two hundred dollars!" repeated Rollo, with astonishment. "What could
uncle George think I could want of all this money?"

"It was in case of accidents," said Maria. "For example, suppose this
ship should be cast away on the coast of Nova Scotia, and all the
passengers and baggage be saved, what could you do there without any
money."

"Why, I should think that somebody there would take care of us," replied
Rollo.

"Yes," said Maria, "I suppose they would; but it is a great deal better
to have money of your own. Besides, suppose that when you get to
Liverpool, for some reason or other, your father should not be there.
Then, having plenty of money, you could go to a hotel and stay there
till your father comes. Or you could ask some one of the passengers who
is going to London to let you go with him, and you could tell him that
you had plenty of money to pay the expenses."

"Yes," said Rollo, "though I don't think there is any doubt that my
father will be in Liverpool when we arrive."

"I hope he will be, I am sure," said Maria. "But now, put up the money
again in the purse, tie it up securely, and replace it in the trunk.
Then you must keep the trunk locked all the time, and keep the key in
your pocket."

Rollo felt quite proud of being intrusted with so much money; so he
replaced the bag in the trunk with great care, and locked it safely.

"Now," said Maria, "this is your home while you are on board this ship.
When you choose, you can come here and be alone; and you can lie down
and rest here whenever you are tired. At other times you can ramble
about the ship, in all proper places."

"How shall I know what the proper places are?" asked Rollo.

"Why, you will see where the other passengers go," replied Maria; "and
wherever you see them go, you can go yourself. That is as good a rule as
you can have."

"Well," said Rollo. "And now, Jane, let us go up on deck and see what we
can see."

Jane was pleased with this proposal; so she followed Rollo to the deck.
Maria said that she would come by and by, but for the present she wished
to go and see her brother. She said that she had a brother on board who
was quite out of health. He was going to Europe in hopes that the voyage
would restore him. At present, however, he was very unwell, and was
confined to his berth, and she must go and see him.

So Rollo and Jane went to see if they could find their way up on deck
alone. Rollo went before, and Jane followed. They ascended the steep
stairs where they had gone up at first, and then walked aft upon the
deck until they came to the settees where they had been sitting before
the luncheon. They sat down upon one of these settees, where they had a
fine view, not only of the wide expanse of sea on every hand, but also
of the whole extent of the decks of the ship. They remained here nearly
two hours, observing what was going on around them, and they saw a
great many things that interested them very much indeed.

The first thing that attracted their attention was the sound of a bell,
which struck four strokes very distinctly, and in a very peculiar
manner, near where the helmsman stood in steering the ship. This bell
has already been mentioned. It hung directly before the helmsman's
window, and it had a short rope attached to the clapper of it. The
helmsman, or _the man at the wheel_, as he is sometimes called, from the
fact that he steers the ship by means of a wheel, with handles all
around the periphery of it, had opened his window just after Rollo and
Jane had taken their seats, and had pulled this clapper so as to strike
four strokes upon the bell, the strokes being in pairs, thus:--

Ding--ding! Ding--ding!

In a minute afterward, Rollo and Jane heard the sound repeated in
precisely the same manner from another bell, that seemed to be far in
the forward part of the ship.

Ding--ding! Ding--ding!

"I wonder what that means?" said Rollo.

"I expect it means that it is four o'clock," said Jane.

"I should not think it could be so late as four o'clock," said Rollo.

"I have a great mind to go and ask the helmsman what it means," he
added, after a moment's pause.

"No," said Jane, "you must not go."

It is difficult to say precisely why Jane did not wish to have Rollo go
and ask the helmsman about the bell, but she had an instinctive feeling
that it was better not to do it. So Rollo sat still. His attention was
very soon turned away from the bell by Jane's calling out to him to see
some sailors go up the rigging. There were regular _shrouds_, as they
are called, that is, ladders formed of ropes, which led up on each side
of the masts part way to where the sailors seemed to wish to go. Above
the top of the shrouds there were only single ropes, and Rollo wondered
what the sailors would do when they came to these. They found no
difficulty, however, for when they reached the top of the shrouds they
continued to mount by the ropes with very little apparent effort. They
would take hold of two of the ropes that were a little distance apart
with their hands, and then, curling their legs round them in a peculiar
manner below, they would mount up very easily. They thus reached the
_yard_, as it is called, which is a long, round beam, extending along
the upper edge of the sail, and, spreading themselves out upon it in a
row, they proceeded to do the work required upon the sail, leaning over
upon the yard above, and standing upon a rope, which was stretched for
the purpose along the whole length of it below.

"I wonder if _I_ could climb up there," said Rollo. "Do you suppose they
would let me try?"

"No, indeed!" said Jane, very earnestly; "you must not try, by any
means."

"I believe that I _could_ climb up there," said Rollo; "that is, if the
vessel would stop rocking to and fro, and hold still."

Presently, however, a boy, who appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen
years of age, and who was upon another mast, accomplished a feat which
even Rollo himself admitted that he should not dare to undertake. It
seemed that he had some operation to perform upon a part of the rigging
down some fifteen feet from where he was; so, with a rope hung over his
shoulder, he came down hand over hand, by a single rope or cable called
a _stay_, until he reached the place where the work was to be performed.
Here he stopped, and, clinging to the rope that he had come down upon
with his legs and one hand, he contrived with the other hand to fasten
one end of the short rope which he had brought with him to the stay, and
then, carrying the other end across, he fastened it to another cable
which was near. He then seated himself upon this cross rope as upon a
seat, and clinging to his place by his legs, he had his hands free for
his work. When he had finished his work he untied the cross rope, and
then went up the cable hand over hand a he had come down.

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"I am sure I could not do that," said Rollo. "And I should not think
that any body but a monkey could do it, or a spider."

In fact, the lines of rigging, as seen from the place where Rollo and
Jane were seated, looked so fine, and the men appeared so small, that
the whole spectacle naturally reminded one of a gigantic spider's web,
with black spiders of curious forms ascending and descending upon them,
so easily and adroitly did the men pass to and fro and up and down,
attaching new lines to new points, and then running off with them, as a
spider would do with her thread, wherever they were required. But after
all, in respect to the power of running about among lines and rigging,
the spider is superior to man. She can not only run up and down far more
easily and readily wherever she wishes to go, but she can make new
attachments with a touch, and make them strong enough to bear her own
weight and all other strains that come upon them; while the sailor, as
Rollo and Jane observed on this occasion, was obliged in his fastenings
to wind his ropes round and round, and tie them into complicated knots,
and then secure the ends with "spun yarn."

While Rollo and Jane were watching the sailors, they saw them unfurl one
after another of the sails, and spread them to the wind; for the wind
was now fair, and it was fresh enough to assist the engines considerably
in propelling the ship through the water. Still, as the ship was going
the same way with the wind, the breeze was scarcely felt upon the deck.
The air was mild and balmy, and the surface of the sea was comparatively
smooth, so that the voyage was beginning very prosperously. Rollo looked
all around the horizon, but he could see no land in any direction. There
was not even a ship in sight; nothing but one wide and boundless waste
of waters.

"I should think that there would be some other ships going to England
to-day," he said, "besides ours."

Jane did not know what to think on such a subject, and so she did not
reply.

"Let us watch for whales," said Rollo. "Perhaps we shall see a whale.
You watch the water all along on that side, and I will on this side; and
if you see any whale spout, tell me."

So they both kept watch for some time, but neither of them saw any
spouting. Jane gave one alarm, having seen some large, black-looking
monsters rise to the surface not far from them on one side of the ship.
She called out eagerly to Rollo to look. He did so, but he said that
they were not whales; they were porpoises. He had seen porpoises often
before, in bays and harbors.

Just then the bell near the helmsman's window struck again, though in a
manner a little different from before; for after the two pairs of
strokes which had been heard before there came a single stroke, making
five in all, thus:--

Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding.

Immediately afterward the sound was repeated in the forward part of the
ship, as it had been before.

Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding,

"I wonder what that means," said Rollo.

Just then an officer of the ship, in his walk up and down the deck,
passed near to where Rollo was sitting, and Rollo instinctively
determined to ask him.

"Will you please tell me, sir, what that striking means?"

"It's five bells," said the man; and so walked on.

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CHAPTER VI.

A CONVERSATION.


Rollo at first felt quite disappointed that the officer seemed so little
disposed to give him information; but immediately after the officer had
gone another man came by, one of the passengers, as Rollo supposed, who
proved to be more communicative. He wore a glazed cap and a very shaggy
greatcoat. He sat down by the side of Jennie, Rollo being on the other
side, and said,--

"He does not seem inclined to tell you much about the bells, does he,
Rollo?"

"No, sir," replied Rollo; "but how did you know that my name was Rollo?"

"O, I heard about you down in the cabin," replied the stranger; "and
about _you_ too, Jennie, and your beautiful little kitten. But I will
explain the meaning of the bells to you. I know all about them. I belong
on board this ship. I am the surgeon."

"Are you?" said Rollo. "I did not know that there was any surgeon in the
ship."

"Yes," replied the gentleman. "It is quite necessary to have a surgeon.
Sometimes the seamen get hurt, and require attendance; and then
sometimes there are cases of sickness among the passengers. I have got
quite a little apothecary's shop in my state room. I will show it to you
by and by. But now about the bells.

"You must know," continued the surgeon, "that people strike the time at
sea in a very different manner from that which is customary on land. In
the first place, they have a man to strike it; they cannot have a
clock."

"I do not see why not," said Rollo.

"Because at sea," rejoined the surgeon, "the time changes every day, and
no clock going regularly can keep it. Time depends upon the sun, and
when the ship is going east she goes to meet the sun; and it becomes
noon, that is, midday, earlier. When the ship is going west, she goes
away from the sun, and then it becomes noon later. Thus noon has to be
fixed every day anew, and a clock going regularly all the time would be
continually getting wrong. Then, besides the rolling and pitching of the
ship would derange the motion of the weights and pendulum of the clock.
In fact, I don't believe that a clock could be made to go at
all--unless, indeed, it were hung on _gimbals_."

"What are gimbals?" asked Rollo.

"They are a pair of rings," replied the surgeon, "one within the other,
and each mounted on pivots in such a manner that any thing hung within
the inner ring will swing any way freely. The lamps down in the cabin
are hung on gimbals."

"Yes," said Rollo, "I saw them."

"Then, besides," continued the surgeon, "if the men strike the bells
themselves, the sound, coming regularly every half hour, proves that
they are at their posts and attending to their duties. So that, even if
a machine could be invented to strike the time on board ship ever so
truly, I do not think they would like to adopt it.

"Another difference in striking the time on board ship," continued the
surgeon, "is, that they strike it by half hours instead of by hours.
Scarcely any of the ship's company have watches. In fact, watches are of
very little use at sea, the time is so continually changing from day to
day. The sailors, therefore, and nearly all on board, depend wholly on
the bells; and it is necessary, accordingly, that they should be struck
often. Every two bells, therefore, means an hour; and a single bell at
the end means half an hour. Now, I will strike the bells for you, and
you may tell me what o'clock it is. We begin after twelve o'clock.

"Ding!"

"Half past twelve," said Rollo.

"Ding--ding!" said the surgeon again, imitating the sound of the bell
with his voice.

"One o'clock," said Rollo.

"Ding--ding! Ding!" said the surgeon.

"Half past one o'clock."

"Ding--ding! Ding--ding!"

"Two o'clock!"

"Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding!"

"Half past two."

"Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding--ding!"

"Three!"

"Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding-ding! Ding!"

"Half past three."

"Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding--ding! Ding--ding!"

"Four o'clock."

"Yes," said the surgeon, "that is eight bells, and that is the end. Now
they stop and begin again with one bell, which means half past four; and
so they go on to eight bells again, which makes it eight o'clock. The
next eight bells is twelve o'clock at night, and the next is at four
o'clock in the morning, and the next at eight o'clock. So that eight
bells means four o'clock, and eight o'clock, and twelve o'clock, by day;
and four o'clock, and eight o'clock, and twelve o'clock, by night."

"Yes," said Rollo, "now I understand it."

"Eight bells is a very important striking," continued the surgeon. "It
is a curious fact, that almost every thing important that is done at sea
is done at some eight bells or other."

"How is that?" asked Rollo.

"Why, in the first place," replied the surgeon, "at eight bells in the
morning, the gong sounds to wake the passengers up. Then the watch
changes, too; that is, the set of men that have been on deck and had
care of the ship and the sails since midnight go below, and a new watch,
that is, a new set of men that have been asleep since midnight, take
their places. Then the next eight bells, which is twelve, is luncheon
time. At this time, too, the captain finds out from the sun whereabouts
we are on the ocean, and also determines the ship's _time_ for the next
twenty-four hours. The next eight bells is at four o'clock, and that is
dinner time. The next eight bells is at eight o'clock, and that is tea
time. At all these times the watches change too; and so they do at the
eight bells, which sound at midnight."

"Yes," said Rollo, "now I understand it. I wished to know very much what
it meant, and I had a great mind to go and ask the helmsman."

"It was well that you did not go and ask him," said the surgeon.

"Why?" asked Rollo.

"Because the officers and seamen on board ships," replied the surgeon,
"don't like to be troubled with questions from landsmen while they are
engaged in their duties. Even the sensible questions of landsmen appear
very foolish to seamen; and then, besides, they commonly ask a great
many that are absolutely very foolish. They ask the captain when he
thinks they will get to the end of the voyage; or, if the wind is ahead,
they ask him when he thinks it will change, and all such foolish
questions; as if the captain or any body else could tell when the wind
would change. Sailors have all sorts of queer answers to give to these
questions, to quiz the passengers who ask them, and amuse themselves.
For instance, if the passengers ask when any thing is going to happen,
the sailors say, 'The first of the month.' That is a sort of proverb
among them, and is meant only in fun. But if it happens to be near the
end of the month, the passenger, supposing the answer is in earnest,
goes away quite satisfied, while the sailors wink at each other and
laugh."

"Yes," said Rollo. "I heard a lady ask the captain, a short time since,
when he thought we should get to Liverpool."

"And what did the captain say?" asked the surgeon.

"He said," replied Rollo, "that she must go and ask Boreas and Neptune,
and some of those fellows, for they could tell a great deal better than
he could."

"The captain does not like to be asked any such questions," continued
the surgeon. "He cannot possibly know how the wind and sea are going to
be during the voyage, and he does not like to be teased with foolish
inquiries on the subject. There is no end to the foolishness of the
questions which landsmen ask when they are at sea. Once I heard a man
stop a sailor, as he was going up the shrouds, to inquire of him whether
he thought they would see any whales on that voyage."

"And what did the sailor tell him?" asked Rollo.

"He told him," replied the surgeon, "that he thought there would be some
in sight the next morning about sunrise. So the passenger got up early
the next morning and took his seat on the deck, watching every where for
whales, while the sailors on the forecastle, who had told the story to
one another, were all laughing at him."

Rollo himself laughed at this story.

"These questions, after all, are not really so foolish as they seem,"
said the surgeon. "For instance, if a passenger asks about seeing
whales, he means merely to inquire whether there are whales in that part
of the ocean, and whether they are usually seen from the ships that pass
along; and if so, how frequently, in ordinary cases, the sight of them
may be expected. All this, rightly understood, is sensible and proper
enough; but sailors are not great philosophers, and they generally see
nothing in such inquiries but proofs of ridiculous simplicity and
chances for them to make fun.

"You can tell just how it seems to them yourself, Rollo," continued the
surgeon, "by imagining that some farmer's boys lived on a farm where
sailors, who had never been in the country before, came by every day,
and asked an endless series of ridiculous questions. For instance, on
seeing a sheep, the sailor would ask what that was. The farmer's boys
would tell him it was a sheep. The sailor would ask what it was for.
The boys would say they kept sheep to shear them and get the wool. Then
presently the sailor would see a cow, and would ask if that was a kind
of sheep. The farmer's boys would say no; it was a cow. Then the sailor
would ask if they sheared cows to get the wool. No, the boys would say;
we milk cows. Then presently he would see a horse, and he would ask
whether that was a cow or a sheep. They would say it was neither; it was
a horse. Then the sailor would ask whether they kept horses to milk them
or to shear them and so on forever."

Rollo laughed loud and long at these imaginary questionings. At last he
said,--

"But I don't think we ask quite such foolish questions as these."

"They do not seem so foolish to you," replied the surgeon, "but they do
to the sailors. The sailors, you see, know all the ropes and rigging of
the ship, and every thing seen at sea, just as familiarly as boys who
live in the country do sheep, and cows, and wagons, and other such
objects seen about the farm; and the total ignorance in regard to them
which landsmen betray, whenever they begin to ask questions on board,
seems to the sailors extremely ridiculous and absurd. So they often make
fun of the passengers who ask them, and put all sorts of jokes upon
them. For instance, a passenger on board a packet ship once asked a
sailor what time they would heave the log. 'The log,' said the sailor,
'they always heave the log at nine bells. When you hear nine bells
strike, go aft, and you'll see them.' So the passenger watched and
counted the bells every time they struck, all the morning, in the hopes
to hear _nine_ bells; whereas they never strike more than eight bells.
It was as if a man had said, on land, that such or such a thing would
happen at thirteen o'clock."

Rollo and Jennie laughed.

"So you must be careful," continued the surgeon, "what questions you ask
of the officers and seamen about the ship; and you must be careful, too,
what you believe in respect to the things they tell you. Perhaps it will
be the truth they will tell you, and perhaps they will be only making
fun of you. You may ask _me_, however, any thing you like. I will answer
you honestly. I am at leisure, and can tell you as well as not. Besides,
I like to talk with young persons like you. I have a boy at home myself
of just about your rating."

"Where is your home?" asked Rollo.

"It is up on the North River," said the surgeon, "about one hundred
miles from New York. And now I must go away, for it is almost eight
bells, and that is dinner time. I shall see you again by and by. There's
one thing more, though, that I must tell you before I go; and that is,
that you had better not go to any strange places about the ship where
you do not see the other passengers go. For instance, you must not go up
upon the paddle boxes."

"No," said Rollo. "I saw a sign painted, saying that passengers were not
allowed to go up on the paddle boxes."

"And you must not go forward among the sailors, or climb up upon the
rigging," continued the surgeon.

"Why not?" asked Rollo.

"Because those parts of the ship are for the seamen alone, and for
others like them, who have duties to perform on shipboard. What should
you think," continued the surgeon, "if some one who had come to make a
visit at your house were to go up stairs, looking about in all the
chambers, or down into the kitchen, examining every thing there to see
what he could find?"

"I should think it was very strange," said Jennie.

"Certainly," said the surgeon, "and it is the same on board ship. There
are certain parts of the ship, such as the cabins, the state rooms, and
the quarter decks, which are appropriated to the passengers; and there
are certain other parts, such as the forecastle, the bows, and the
rigging, which are the domains of the seamen. It is true, that sometimes
a passenger may go into these places without impropriety, as, for
example, when he has some business there, or when he is specially
invited; just as there may be circumstances which would render it proper
for a gentleman to go into the kitchen, or into the garret, at a house
where he is visiting. But those are exceptions to the general rules, and
boys especially, both when visiting in houses and when they are
passengers on board ships, should be very careful to keep in proper
places."

"I am glad I did not go climbing up the rigging," said Rollo.

"Yes," replied the surgeon. "Once I knew a passenger go climbing up the
shrouds on board an East Indiaman, and when he had got half way up to
the main top, and began to be afraid to proceed, the sailors ran up
after him, and, under pretence of helping him, they tied him there, hand
and foot, with spun yarn."

"Ha!" said Rollo. "And what did he do?

"He begged them to let him down, but they would not. They said it was
customary, whenever a landsman came up into the rigging, for him to pay
for his footing by a treat to the sailors; and that they would let him
down if he would give them a dollar for a treat."

[Illustration: THE PASSENGER ON THE RIGGING.]

"And did he give it to them," asked Rollo.

"Yes, he said he would," replied the surgeon "if they would untie one of
his hands, so that he could get the dollar out of his pocket. So they
untied one of his hands, and he gave them the dollar. Then they untied
his other hand and his feet, and so let him go down."

"Why did not he call the captain?" asked Rollo.

"O, the captain would not have paid any attention to such a case,"
replied the surgeon. "If he had been on deck at the time he would have
looked the other way, and would have pretended not to see what was going
on; but he would really have been pleased. He would have considered the
passenger as justly punished for climbing about where he had no business
to go."

Rollo was greatly interested in this narrative. He thought what a narrow
escape he had had in deciding that he would not attempt to climb up the
shrouds, and he secretly determined that he would be very careful, not
only while he was on board the steamer, but also on all other occasions,
not to violate the proprieties of life by obtruding himself into places
where he ought not to go.

The surgeon now went away, leaving Rollo and Jane on the settee
together.

"I wish," said Rollo, "that I had asked him what he meant by heaving the
log."

"No," said Jane, "you must not ask any questions."

"Yes," replied Rollo, "I may ask _him_ questions. He said that I might
ask any questions that I pleased of him."

"Well," said Jane, "then you must ask him the nest time you see him."

"I will," said Rollo. "And now let us go down into our state room and
find Maria, and get ready to go to dinner."

"Well," said Jane, "only let me go first alone. I want to see if I
cannot find my way to the state room alone."

Rollo acceded to this proposal, and he accordingly remained on the
settee himself while Jane went down. Jane looked up toward him when she
turned to go down the steep flight of stairs which led from the
promenade deck, with a smile upon her countenance, which seemed to say,
"You see I am right so far," and then, descending the steps,--holding on
carefully all the time by the green rope,--she soon disappeared from
view. Rollo waited a proper time, and then followed Jane. He found her
safe upon the couch in her state room, with Maria seated by her side.

In a very few minutes after Rollo came into the state room eight bells
struck, and so they all went out to dinner. At first, Jennie said that
she did not wish to go. She did not wish for any dinner. In fact, Rollo
perceived, in looking at her, that she was beginning to be a little
pale. Maria told her, however, that she had better go and take some
dinner.

"The rule at sea," said Maria, "always is, to go to the table if you
possibly can."

So they all went out into the dining saloon through the long and narrow
passages that have been already described. They were obliged to put
their hands up to the sides of the passage ways, first to one side and
then to the other, to support themselves, on account of the rolling of
the ship, for there now began to be considerable motion. When they
reached the saloon they staggered into their places, and there sat
rocking gently to and fro on the long swell of the sea, and prepared to
eat their dinner.

The dinner was very much like a dinner in a fine hotel on land, except
that, as every thing was in motion, it required some care to prevent the
glasses and plates from sliding about and spilling what they contained.
Besides the ledges along the sides of the tables, there were also two
running up and down in the middle of it, partitioning off the space
where the various dishes were placed, in the centre, from the space
along the sides where the plates, and knives, and forks, and tumblers of
the several guests were laid. This arrangement served, in some measure,
to keep every thing in its place; but notwithstanding this, there was a
good deal of sliding and jingling among the glasses whenever an unusual
sea came rolling along. In one case, a tumbler, which the person whom it
belonged to had not properly secured, came sliding down toward him,
while his hands were busy taking care of his soup plate; and when it
came to the ledge which formed the edge of the table, the bottom of it
was stopped, but the top went over, and poured all the water into the
gentleman's lap. Upon this all the passengers around the place laughed
very heartily.

"There, Rollo," said Jane, "you had better be careful, and not let your
tumbler get upset."

"Why, it is nothing but water," replied Rollo. "It won't do any harm. I
would as lief have a little water spilled on me as not."

"I should not care about the water so much," replied Jennie; "but I
would not as lief have every body laughing at me as not."

This was a very important distinction, and Rollo concluded that it was,
after all, better to be careful. He watched the movements of the other
passengers when the seas came, and observed the precautions which they
took to guard against such accidents, and by imitating these he soon
became quite adroit. The dinner took a good deal of time, as there were
many courses, all served with great regularity. First, there was soup;
then fish of various kinds; then all sorts of roasted meats, such as
beef, mutton, chickens, and ducks, with a great variety of vegetables.
Then came puddings, pies, jellies, ice creams, and preserves; and,
finally, a dessert of nuts, raisins, apples, almonds, and oranges. In
fact, it was a very sumptuous dinner, and what was very remarkable, when
at last it was ended, and the party rose from the table to go back to
the cabin, Jennie said that she had a better appetite at the end of the
dinner than she had had at the beginning.

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CHAPTER VII.

INCIDENTS.


By the time that Rollo and Jennie had been two days at sea, they had
become accustomed to their novel position, and they began to feel quite
at home on board the ship. They formed acquaintance with several of the
passengers, and they went to and fro about the cabins and decks, and
visited their friends in their state rooms quite freely, sometimes alone
and sometimes together. The sky was clear, and the water was
comparatively smooth. It is true that there was a long swell upon the
surface of the sea, which produced a continual, though gentle, rocking
of the ship, that made many of the passengers sick and uncomfortable.
Rollo and Jane, however, felt for the most part quite well. Sometimes,
for a short period, one or the other of them looked pale, and seemed
dispirited. At such times they would lie down upon the couch in their
state room, or upon a sofa in one of the saloons, and remain quietly
there an hour at a time. Jennie usually in such cases was accustomed to
lie on the couch in her state room, on account of the seclusion of it;
while Rollo, on the other hand, seemed to prefer the saloon. He, being a
boy, did not care so much about the seclusion. On the contrary, it
amused him to see the people going to and fro, and to watch the
reflections of their forms in the mirrors about him. Sometimes, also, it
would happen that there were two or more of the passengers seated near
him and engaged in conversation, that it entertained him to hear;
especially when it related, as it often did, to adventures and incidents
that they had met with at sea on former voyages. It was necessary,
however, that persons thus conversing should be seated very near, in
order that Rollo should hear them; for the ship kept up a continual
creaking in all its joints, from the rolling of the sea, which made it
very difficult to hear what was said across the cabin.

The mirrors, however, and the reflections in them, produced the most
singular illusions, and were a source of continual interest to Rollo's
mind, as he lay upon the sofa surrounded by them. There were so many of
these mirrors that the saloon, and all that pertained to it, were
reflected a great many times, and thus produced the most wonderful
effects. Long passages were seen running off in all directions, and
cabin beyond cabin, in an endless perspective. So bright and distinct,
too, were the reflections, that it was difficult to tell whether what
you were looking at was real, or only an imaged reflection of it.
Sometimes Rollo would see, apparently at a great distance, a man walking
along among carved columns in some remote passage way, and then, in an
instant, the man would pass directly by his sofa. He had been near all
the time, and it was only some third or fourth reflection of him that
Rollo had seen.

On the afternoon of the second day of Rollo's voyage, just before eight
bells, which would be the time for dinner, as Rollo was lying on a sofa
in the saloon, feeling very miserably, and extremely disinclined to
speak or to move, two young men came along, talking in a loud and
somewhat noisy manner. They stopped opposite to him, and one of them
began punching Rollo with the curved head of his cane, saying,--

"Well, Rollo, what's the matter with you? Sick? O, get up, boy, and
drive about. Don't lie moping here like a landlubber. Get up, and go and
eat some dinner. It is almost eight bells."

Rollo wished very much that these visitors would leave him alone. He
made very little reply to them, only saying that he did not wish for
any dinner. In fact, he felt sure that, if he were to go to the table,
he could not eat any thing.

The men, after laughing at him, and punching him, and teasing him a
little longer, went away.

A few minutes after this, Maria and Jennie came into the saloon. They
were ready to go to dinner, and so they came into the saloon to wait
there till the gong should sound. When they saw Rollo lying upon the
sofa, they went up to him, but did not speak. Rollo opened his eyes and
looked at them. Maria smiled, but still did not speak. Rollo smiled in
return, though somewhat faintly, and then shut his eyes again. Then
Maria led Jennie away, gently.

"You see," said Maria to Jennie, when they had gone out of Rollo's
hearing, "he feels a little sick, and when persons feel seasick they do
not like to talk. I am going to get him a bowl of broth."

"Well," said Jennie, "let me go and ask him if he would like some."

"No," said Maria. "If you were to ask him, he would say no. He would
think that he could not eat it; and yet, if I bring it to him, without
saying any thing about it, when he tastes it perhaps he will like it.
In fact, when people are sick, it is always better not to ask them too
much about what they would like. It is better to consider what we think
they would like, and bring it to them, without saying any thing about it
beforehand."

So saying, Maria rang the saloon bell. The chambermaid came in answer to
the summons. Maria then sent the chambermaid to the dining saloon to
bring a bowl of chicken broth to her. The chambermaid went out, and
presently returned, bringing the broth, just as the gong was sounding
for dinner. Maria carried the broth to Rollo.

When she offered it to him, Rollo thought at first that he should not be
able to take but two or three spoonfuls of it, but on tasting it he
found that he liked it very much. He ate it all, and, as he lay down
again upon his sofa, he said that he felt a great deal better.

Maria then told him that he might lie still there as long as he pleased;
adding, that she and Jennie were going to dinner. Maria and Jennie then
went away, leaving Rollo alone again.

Rollo felt so much better for the broth that he had taken, that pretty
soon he rose from his recumbent position, and began to sit up.
Presently he said to himself, "How much better I do feel. I believe I
will go and get some dinner."

So he rose from the sofa, and began to stagger along toward the door of
the saloon. He found, however, that after all he felt somewhat giddy and
light headed; and he concluded, therefore, that, instead of going to
dinner, he would go up on deck and see how the wind was. He accordingly
turned to the staircase which led up to the main deck, and steadying
himself by the hand rail as he ascended the steps, he went up.

At the head of the stairs was a passage way, and at the end of the
passage way there was a space upon the deck, which was half enclosed; it
being shut in by an awning on the windy side, and open on the other.
This place was often resorted to by passengers who were sick, and who
wished for more fresh air than they could have below. There was a row of
settees on one side of this space, and, at the time that Rollo came up
there, there was a lady lying on one of these settees, apparently in a
very forlorn condition. She looked very pale, and her eyes were shut.
She was lying upon a mattress, which had been put upon the settee for
her, and was covered up with blankets and shawls.

A gentleman, who seemed to be her husband, was standing before her,
attempting to persuade her to get up. He did this, however, as Rollo
thought, in rather a rough and heartless manner.

"O, get up! get up!" said he. "You never will be well if you lie here.
Come, go with me and get some dinner."

The lady said, in a mournful tone, that she could not get up, and that
she had no appetite for dinner.

"Well," said her husband, "_I_ am going."

"I wish you could tell me something about Hilbert," said the lady. "I
feel very anxious about him. I am afraid that he will get into some
trouble. He is so careless."

"O, no," said her husband. "Don't disturb yourself about him. He's safe
enough somewhere, I dare say."

So saying, the gentleman went away.

Rollo immediately conceived the idea of performing for this lady the
kind service which Maria had so successfully performed for him. So,
without speaking to her at all, he went immediately down into the cabin
again, and thence followed the long passages which led to the dining
saloon, until he came to the door of it. He looked in, and saw that the
people were all seated at the table, eating their dinners. He went to
one of the waiters, and asked him if he would bring him a bowl of
chicken broth, to carry to a lady who was sick.

The waiter said that he would do so, and immediately went to get the
broth. When he came back with it, he said to Rollo,--

"You had better let me take it to the lady."

"No," said Rollo, "I can take it myself. I know exactly where she is."

So Rollo took the bowl, and began to carry it along. He did this without
much difficulty, for it was not by any means full. Bowls of broth
intended to be carried about ship at sea are never entirely full.

When, finally, he came to the place where the lady was lying on the
settee, he stood there a moment holding the bowl in his hand, without
speaking, as he thought the lady was asleep; for her eyes were shut. In
a moment, however, she opened her eyes. Rollo then said to her,--

"Would not you like a bowl of broth, lady? I have brought some for you."

The lady gazed at Rollo a moment with a sort of bewildered look, and
then, raising herself up upon the settee, she took the broth, and began
to eat it with the spoon. At first, she seemed to take it cautiously and
with doubt; but presently, finding that she liked it, she took spoonful
after spoonful with evident pleasure. Rollo was extremely delighted at
the success of his experiment. The lady said nothing to him all the
time, though she looked up at him repeatedly with a very earnest gaze
while she was taking the broth. At length she finished it, and then gave
Rollo back the bowl, saying, as she did it,--

"Did my husband send you with that bowl of broth to me?"

"No," said Rollo, "I brought it myself."

"And what put it into your head to do that?" added the lady.

"Why, Maria brought some to me when I was sick," replied Rollo, "and it
did me good; and so I thought it would do you good."

The lady looked at him a moment more with an earnest gaze, and then lay
down again, and shut her eyes.

Presently she opened them a moment, and said,--

"Do you know my son Hilbert?"

"I have seen a boy about the ship," said Rollo, "not quite so big as I
am. Is that he?"

"With a blue jacket?" said the lady.

"Yes," said Rollo, "and a bow and arrows."

"That's he," said the lady. "If you will go and find out where he is,
and ask him to come to me, you will do me a great deal of good."

Rollo had seen this boy several times in different places about the
ship; but as he seemed to be rather rude and boisterous in his manners,
and very forward and free withal in his intercourse with the passengers
who chanced to speak to him from time to time, Rollo had not felt much
disposed to form an acquaintance with him. The boy had a bow and arrows,
with which he had often amused himself in shooting about the decks. He
did this with so little consideration, that at last, one of the officers
of the ship told him that he must not shoot any more in those parts of
the ship where the ladies were, but that he must go forward, among the
sailors, if he wished to practise archery. So the boy went forward, and
from that time he spent most of his time on the forward deck among the
sailors, and in the midst of the ropes and the rigging.

Rollo now went in pursuit of him, and after looking for him in many
places, both before and aft, he finally went down into the dining
saloon, and there he found Hilbert seated at the table, eating dinner,
with his father. His bows and arrows were on the seat by his side.

Rollo went up to the place where Hilbert was sitting, and in a timid and
cautious manner informed him that his mother wished to see him.

"My mother!" repeated Hilbert, looking up surprised.

"Yes," replied Rollo; "she asked me to tell you. But I suppose that she
can wait until you have finished your dinner."

"O, no," said Hilbert, "I can't go at all. Go tell her I can't come."

Rollo was greatly astonished at receiving such a message as this from a
boy to his mother.

"Hilbert," said his father, in a very stern and threatening manner, "go
to your mother directly."

"No," said Hilbert, in a sort of begging and whining tone. "No. If I do,
she'll make me stay there all the afternoon."

"No matter for that," said his father; "go directly."

Hilbert did not move, but went on eating his dinner.

"At least," said his father, "you must go immediately when you have done
your dinner."

Hilbert muttered something in reply, but Rollo did not hear what it was.
In fact, he did not wish to hear any more of such a dialogue as this
between a child and his father. So he went away. He was not at all
inclined to go back to the lady and inform her what Hilbert had said;
but he thought that he ought at least to go and tell her that he had
found Hilbert, as he had been taught that it was always his duty to go
back with a report when sent on a message. So he went back to the lady,
and told her that he had found Hilbert, and that he was at dinner with
his father.

"And what did he say about coming to me?" asked the lady.

"His father told him that he must come as soon as he had finished his
dinner," replied Rollo.

"Very well," said the lady, "that will do."

So saying, she turned her head away and shut her eyes again, and so
Rollo withdrew.

It would be a very nice and delicate point to determine whether Rollo's
answer in this case was or was not as full as strict honesty required.
He certainly did not state any thing that was not true; nor did he, in
what he said, convey any false impression. He, however, withheld a very
important part of what the lady must have desired to know. It is
undoubtedly sometimes right for us to conceal or withhold the truth.
Sometimes, indeed, it is our imperious duty to do so. Rollo's motive for
doing as he did in this case was to avoid giving a sick mother pain, by
reporting to her the undutiful conduct of her son. Whether it would or
would not have been better for him to have communicated the whole truth,
is a point which must be left for the readers of this book to discuss
and settle among themselves.

After dinner, Hilbert, instead of going to his mother, went up upon the
deck, leaving his bow and arrows, however, down in the cabin. As Rollo
and Jennie were, at that time, seated near the after part of the
promenade deck, he came and sat down near them. Rollo had a great desire
to get up and go away, taking Jennie with him; but he feared that it
would be impolite for him to do so; and while he was considering what he
should do, the surgeon came along that way, and said to them,--

"Children, have you seen the little bird?"

"What bird?" exclaimed the children, all together.

"Why, there has a bird come on board," replied the surgeon. "He belongs
in Nova Scotia, I suppose. That is the nearest land. He is forward,
somewhere, among the sailors."

The children immediately hurried out to the most forward part of the
promenade deck, near the great smoke pipe, to a place from which they
could look down upon the forward deck. There they saw the little bird
perched upon a coil of rigging. He was perfectly still. Some sailors
were standing near, looking at him. The bird, however appeared to take
no notice of them.

"Poor little thing!" said Rollo. "I expect he is tired flying so far. I
wonder how far it is to Nova Scotia."

Rollo turned round as he said this, to see if the surgeon was near, in
order to ask him how far the poor bird was from home. The surgeon was
not there, but he saw that both Jennie and Hilbert had suddenly started
together to go back toward the stairway, as if they were going below.

"Jennie," said Rollo, "where are you going?"

Jennie did not answer, but hurried on. Hilbert seemed equally eager. In
fact, it was evident that they had both been seized with some new idea,
though Rollo could not at first imagine what it was. At length, he
said,--

"Ah! I know. They are going down where the bird is, to see it nearer.
I'll go with them."

So saying, Rollo hurried away too.

He was mistaken, however, in supposing that Hilbert and Jennie were
merely going to the forward deck so as to get nearer the bird. Jennie
was going down into the cabin to shut up her kitten. The instant that
she saw the bird she was reminded of Tiger, having sometimes seen Tiger
run after little birds in the yards and gardens at home. _They_ could
escape from her by flying away, but this poor bird seemed so tired that
Jennie was afraid the kitten would catch it and kill it, if she came
near; and so she ran off very eagerly to shut the kitten up.

She found the kitten asleep on a sofa in the cabin. She immediately
seized her, waking her up very suddenly by so doing, and hurried her off
at once to her cage. Jennie put the kitten into the cage, and then shut
and fastened the door.

"There, Tiger," said she, "you must stay in there. There is something up
stairs that you must not see."

Then Jennie took the cage up, by means of the ring which formed the
handle at the top, and carried it into her state room. She pushed aside
the curtains of the lower berth, and, putting the cage in, she deposited
it upon a small shelf in the end of the berth. Then, drawing the
curtains again very carefully, she came out of the state room and shut
the door.

"Now, Tiger," said she, as she tried the door to see if it was fast,
"you are safe; and you must stay there until the little bird goes away."

The kitten, when she found herself thus left alone in such a seclusion,
stood for a moment on the floor of the cage, looking toward the
curtains, in an attitude of great astonishment; then, knowing well, from
past experience, that it was wholly useless for her to speculate on the
reasons of Jennie's doings, she lay down upon the floor of the cage,
curled herself into a ring, and went to sleep again.

[Illustration]

As for Hilbert, who had set off from the smoke pipe deck at the same
time with Jennie, and in an equally eager manner, his going below had
been with an entirely different intent from hers. He was going to get
his bow and arrows, in order to shoot the little bird. He found them on
the seat where he had left them. He seized them hastily, and ran up by
the forward gangway, which brought him out upon the forward deck not
very far from where the bird was resting upon the coil of rigging. He
crept softly up toward him, and adjusted, as he went, his arrow to his
bow. Several of the sailors were near, and one of them, a man whom they
called Hargo, immediately stopped the operation that he was engaged in,
and demanded of Hilbert what he was going to do.

"I am going to pop one of my arrows into that bird," said Hilbert.

"No such thing," said the sailor. "You pop an arrow into that bird, and
I'll pop _you_ overboard."

Sailors will never allow any one to molest or harm in any way the birds
that alight upon their ships at sea.

"Overboard!" repeated Hilbert, in a tone of contempt and defiance. "You
would not dare to do such a thing."

So saying, he went on adjusting his arrow, and, creeping up toward the
bird, began to take aim.

Hargo here made a signal to some of his comrades, who, in obedience to
it, came up near him in a careless and apparently undesigned manner.
Hargo then, by a sudden and unexpected movement, pulled the bow and
arrow out of Hilbert's hand, and passed them instantly behind him to
another sailor, who passed them to another, each standing in such a
position as to conceal what they did entirely from Hilbert's sight. The
thing was done so suddenly that Hilbert was entirely bewildered. His bow
and arrow were gone, but he could not tell where. Each sailor, the
instant that he had passed the bow and arrow to the next, assumed a
careless air, and went on with his work with a very grave and unmeaning
face, as if he had not been taking any notice of the transaction. The
last man who received the charge was very near the side of the ship, and
as he stood there, leaning with a careless air against the bulwarks, he
slyly dropped the bow and arrow overboard. They fell into the water just
in advance of the paddle wheel. As the ship was advancing through the
water all this time with tremendous speed, the paddle struck both the
bow and the arrow the instant after they touched the water, and broke
them both into pieces. The fragments came out behind, and floated off
unseen in the foam which drifted away in a long line in the wake of the
steamer. Hilbert was perfectly confounded. He knew nothing of the fate
which his weapons had met with. All he knew was, that they had somehow
or other suddenly disappeared as if by magic. Hargo had taken them, he
was sure; but what he had done with them, he could not imagine. He was
in a great rage, and turning to Hargo with a fierce look, he demanded,
in a loud and furious tone,--

"Give me back my bow and arrow."

"I have not got your bow and arrow," said Hargo.

So saying, Hargo held up both hands, by way of proving the truth of his
assertion.

Hilbert gazed at him for a moment, utterly at a loss what to do or say,
and then he looked at the other sailors who were near, first at one, and
then at another; but he could get no clew to the mystery.

"You have got them hid behind you," said Hilbert, again addressing
Hargo.

"No," said he. "See."

So saying, he turned round and let Hilbert see that the bow and arrow
were not behind him.

"Well, you took them away from me, at any rate," said Hilbert; and
saying this, he turned away and walked off, seemingly very angry. He was
going to complain to his father.

He met his father coming up the cabin stairs, and began, as soon as he
came near him, to complain in very bitter and violent language of the
treatment that he had received. Hargo had taken away his bow and arrow,
and would not them back to him.

"Very well," replied his father, quietly, "you had been doing some
mischief with them, I suppose."

"No," said Hilbert, "I had not been doing any thing at all."

"Then you were _going_ to do some mischief with them, I suppose," said
his father.

"No," said Hilbert, "I was only going to shoot a little bird."

"A little bird!" repeated his father, surprised. "What little bird?"

"Why, a little bird that came on board from Nova Scotia, they said,"
replied Hilbert. "He came to rest."

"And you were going to shoot him?" said his father, in a tone of
surprise. Then, after pausing a moment, he added, "Here, come with me."

So saying, Hilbert's father turned and walked down the cabin stairs
again. He led the way to his state room, which, as it happened, was on
the opposite side of the cabin from that which Jennie occupied. When he
reached the door of the state room, he opened it, and standing on one
side, he pointed the way to Hilbert, saying, sternly,--

"Go in there!"

Hilbert went in.

"You will stay there, now," said his father "as long as that bird sees
fit to remain on board. It won't do, I see, for you both to be on deck
together."

So saying, Hilbert's father shut the state room door, and locked it; and
then, putting the key in his pocket, went away.

The bird was now safe, his two enemies--the only enemies he had on board
the steamer--being shut up in their respective state rooms, as
prisoners, one on one side of the cabin, and the other on the other. He
did not, however, rest any the more quietly on this account; for he had
not at any time been conscious of the danger that he had been in, either
from the kitten or the boy. He went on reposing quietly at the
resting-place which he had chosen on the coil of rigging, until at last,
when his little wings had become somewhat reinvigorated, he came down
from it, and went hopping about the deck. Jennie and Maria then went
down below and got some bread for him. This they scattered in crums
before him, and he came and ate it with great satisfaction. In about two
hours he began to fly about a little; and finally he perched upon the
bulwarks, and looked all over the sea. Perceiving that he was now strong
enough to undertake the passage home to his mate, he flew off, and
ascending high into the air, until he obtained sight of the coast, he
then set forth with great speed in that direction.

It was several hundred miles to the shore, and he had to rest two or
three times on the way. Once he alighted on an English ship-of-war that
was going into Halifax; the next time upon a small fishing boat on the
Banks. He was not molested at either of his resting-places; and so in
due time he safely reached the shore, and joined his mate at the nest,
in a little green valley in Nova Scotia. He was very glad to get home.
He had not intended to have gone so far to sea. He was blown off by a
strong wind, which came up suddenly while he was playing in the air,
about five miles from shore.

The two prisoners were liberated from their state rooms after having
been kept shut up about two hours. Tiger did not mind this confinement
at all; for her conscience being quiet, she did not trouble herself
about it in the least, but slept nearly the whole time. It was, however,
quite a severe punishment to Hilbert; for his mind was all the time
tormented with feelings of vexation, self-reproach, and shame.




CHAPTER VIII.

THE STORM.


The navigation of the Atlantic by means of the immense sea-going
steamers of the present day, with all its superiority in most respects,
is attended with one very serious disadvantage, at least for all
romantic people, and those who particularly enjoy what is grand and
sublime. To passengers on board an Atlantic steamer, a storm at
sea--that spectacle which has, in former times, been so often described
as the most grand and sublime of all the exhibitions which the course of
nature presents to man--is divested almost entirely of that imposing
magnificence for which it was formerly so renowned.

There are several reasons for this.

First, the height of the waves appears far less impressive, when seen
from on board an Atlantic steamer, than from any ordinary vessel; for
the deck in the case of these steamers is so high, that the spectator,
as it were, looks _down_ upon them. Any one who has ever ascended a
mountain knows very well what the effect is upon the apparent height of
all smaller hills, when they are seen from an elevation that is far
higher than they. In fact, a country that is really quite hilly is made
to appear almost level, by being surveyed from any one summit that rises
above the other elevations. The same is the case with the waves of the
sea, when seen from the promenade deck of one of these vast steamers.

The waves of the sea are never more than twelve or fifteen feet high,
although a very common notion prevails that they run very much higher.
It has been well ascertained that they never rise more than twelve or
fifteen feet above the general level of the water; and if we allow the
same quantity for the depth of the trough, or hollow between two waves,
we shall have from twenty-five to thirty feet as the utmost altitude
which any swell of water can have, reckoning from the most depressed
portions of the surface near it. Now, in a first-class Atlantic steamer,
there are two full stories, so to speak, above the surface of the sea,
and a promenade deck above the uppermost one. This brings the head of
the spectator, when he stands upon the promenade dock and surveys the
ocean around him, to the height of twenty-five or thirty feet above the
surface of the water. The elevation at which he stands varies
considerably, it is true, at different portions of the voyage. When the
ship first comes out of port she is very heavily laden, as she has on
board, in addition to the cargo, all the coal which she is to consume
during the whole voyage. This is an enormous quantity--enough for the
full lading of what used to be considered a large ship in former days.
This coal being gradually consumed during the voyage, the steamer is
lightened; and thus she swims lighter and lighter as she proceeds, being
four or five feet higher out of the water when she reaches the end of
her voyage than she was at the beginning.

Thus the height at which the passenger stands above the waves, when
walking on the promenade deck of an Atlantic steamer, varies somewhat
during the progress of the voyage; but it is always, or almost always,
so great as to bring his head above the crests of the waves. Thus he
looks down, as it were, upon the heaviest seas, and this greatly
diminishes their apparent magnitude and elevation. On the contrary, to
one going to sea in vessels as small as those with which Columbus made
the voyage when he discovered America, the loftiest billows would rise
and swell, and toss their foaming crests far above his head, as he clung
to the deck to gaze at them. They would seem at times ready to
overwhelm him with the vast and towering volumes of water which they
raised around him. Then, when the shock which was produced by the
encounter of one of them was passed, and the ship, trembling from the
concussion, rose buoyantly over the swell, being small in comparison
with the volume of the wave, she was lifted so high that she seemed to
hang trembling upon the brink of it, ready to plunge to certain
destruction into the yawning gulf which opened below.

All this is, however, now changed. The mighty steamer, twice as long,
and nearly four times as massive as the ship, surpasses the seas now, as
it were, in magnitude and momentum, as well as in power. She not only
triumphs over them in the contest of strength, but she towers above and
overtops them in position. The billow can now no longer toss her up so
lightly to the summit of its crest; nor, when the crest of it is passed,
will she sink her so fearfully into the hollow of the sea. The
spectator, raised above all apparent danger, and moving forward through
the scene of wild commotion with a power greater far than that which the
foaming surges can exert, surveys the scene around him with wonder and
admiration, it is true, but without that overpowering sensation of awe
which it could once inspire.

Then there is another thing. A sailing vessel, which is always in a
great measure dependent upon the wind, is absolutely at its mercy in a
storm. When the gale increases beyond a certain limit, she can no longer
make head at all against its fury, but must turn and fly--or be
driven--wherever the fury of the tempest may impel her. In such cases,
she goes bounding over the seas, away from her course, toward rocks,
shoals, breakers, or any other dangers whatever which may lie in the
way, without the least power or possibility of resistance. She goes
howling on, in such a case, over the wide waste of waters before her,
wholly unable to escape from the dreadful fury of the master who is
driving her, and with no hope of being released from his hand, until he
chooses, of his own accord, to abate his rage.

All this, too, is now changed. This terrible master has now found _his_
master in the sea-going steamer. She turns not aside to the right hand
or to the left, for all his power. Boreas may send his gales from what
quarter he pleases, and urge them with whatever violence he likes to
display. The steamer goes steadily on, pointing her unswerving prow
directly toward her port of destination, and triumphing easily, and
apparently without effort, over all the fury of the wind and the shocks
and concussions of the waves. The worst that the storm can do is to
retard, in some degree, the swiftness of her motion. Instead of driving
her, as it would have done a sailing vessel, two or three hundred miles
out of her course, away over the sea, it can only reduce her speed in
her own proper and determined direction to eight miles an hour instead
of twelve.

Now, this makes a great difference in the effect produced upon the mind
by witnessing a storm at sea. If the passenger, as he surveys the scene,
feels that his ship, and all that it contains, has been seized by the
terrific power which he sees raging around him, and that they are all
entirely at its mercy,--that it is sweeping them away over the sea,
perhaps into the jaws of destruction, without any possible power, on
their part, of resistance or escape,--his mind is filled with the most
grand and solemn emotions. Such a flight as this, extending day after
day, perhaps for five hundred miles, over a raging sea, is really
sublime.

The Atlantic steamer never flies. She never yields in any way to the
fury of the gale, unless she gets disabled. While her machinery stands,
she moves steadily forward in her course; and so far as any idea of
danger is concerned, the passengers in their cabins and state rooms
below pay no more regard to the storm than a farmer's family do to the
whistling and howling of the wind among the chimneys of their house, in
a blustering night on land.

So much for the philosophy of a storm at sea, as witnessed by the
passengers on board an Atlantic steamer.

       *       *       *       *       *

One night, when the steamer had been some time at sea, Rollo awoke, and
found himself more than usually unsteady in his berth. Sometimes he
slept upon his couch, and sometimes in his berth. This night he was in
his berth, and he found himself rolling from side to side in it, very
uneasily. The croaking of the ship, too, seemed to be much more violent
and incessant than it had been before. Rollo turned over upon his other
side, and drew up his knees in such a manner as to prevent himself from
rolling about quite so much, and then went to sleep again.

His sleep, however, was very much broken and disturbed, and he was at
last suddenly awakened by a violent lurch of the ship, which rolled him
over hard against the outer edge of his berth, and then back against the
inner edge of it again. There was a sort of cord, with large knobs upon
it, at different distances, which was hung like a bell cord from the
back side of the berth. Rollo had observed this cord before, but he did
not know what it was for. He now, however, discovered what it was for,
as, by grasping these knobs in his hands, he found that the cord was an
excellent thing for him to hold on by in a heavy sea. By means of this
support, he found that he could moor himself, as it were, quite well,
and keep himself steady when a heavy swell came.

He was not long, however, at rest, for he found that his endeavors to go
to sleep were disturbed by a little door that kept swinging to and fro,
in his state room, as the ship rolled. This was the door of a little
cupboard under the wash stand. When the door swung open, it would strike
against a board which formed the front side of the couch that has
already been described. Then, when the ship rolled the other way, it
would come to, and strike again upon its frame and sill. Rollo endured
this noise as long as he could, and then he resolved to get up and shut
the door. So he put his feet out of his berth upon the floor,--which he
could easily do, as the berth that he was in was the lower one,--and sat
there watching for a moment when the ship should be tolerably still.
When the right moment came, he ran across to the little door, shut it,
and crowded it hard into its place; then darted back to his berth
again, getting there just in time to save a tremendous lurch of the
ship, which would have perhaps pitched him across the state room, if it
had caught him when he was in the middle of the floor.

Rollo did not have time to fasten the little door with its lock; and
this seemed in fact unnecessary, for it shut so hard and tight into its
place that he was quite confident that the friction would hold it, and
that it would not come open again. To his great surprise, therefore, a
few minutes afterwards, he heard a thumping sound, and, on turning over
to see what the cause of it was, he found that the little door was loose
again, and was swinging backward and forward as before. The fact was,
that, although the door had shut in tight at the moment when Rollo had
closed it, the space into which it had been fitted had been opened wider
by the springing of the timbers and framework of the ship at the next
roll, and thus set the door free again. So Rollo had to get up once
more; and this time he locked the door when he had shut it, and so made
it secure.

Still, however, he could not sleep. As soon as he began in the least
degree to lose consciousness, so as to relax his hold upon the knobs of
his cord, some heavy lurch of the sea would come, and roll him
violently from side to side, and thus wake him up again. He tried to
brace himself up with pillows, but he had not pillows enough. He climbed
up to the upper berth, and brought down the bolster and pillow that
belonged there; and thus he packed and wedged himself in. But the
incessant rolling and pitching of the ship kept every thing in such a
state of motion that the pillows soon worked loose again.

After making several ineffectual attempts to secure for himself a quiet
and fixed position in his berth, Rollo finally concluded to shift his
quarters to the other side of the state room, and try the couch. The
couch had a sort of side board, which passed along the front side of it,
and which was higher somewhat than the one forming the front of the
berth. This board was made movable, so that it could be shifted from the
front to the back side, and _vice versa_, at pleasure. By putting this
side board back, the place became a sort of sofa or couch, and it was
usually in this state during the day; but by bringing it forward, which
was done at night, it became a berth, and one somewhat larger and more
comfortable than the permanent berths on the other side.

So Rollo began to make preparations for a removal. He threw the bolster
and pillows across first, and then, getting out of the berth, and
holding firmly to the edge of it, he waited for a moment's pause in the
motion of the ship; and then, when he thought that the right time had
come, he ran across. It happened, however, that he made a miscalculation
as to the time; for the ship was then just beginning to careen violently
in the direction in which he was going, and thus he was pitched head
foremost over into the couch, where he floundered about several minutes
among the pillows and bolsters before he could recover the command of
himself.

At last he lay down, and attempted to compose himself to sleep; but he
soon experienced a new trouble. It happened that there were some cloaks
and coats hanging up upon a brass hook above him, and, as the ship
rolled from side to side, the lower ends of them were continually
swinging to and fro, directly over Rollo's face. He tried for a time to
get out of the way of them, by moving his head one way and the other;
but they seemed to follow him wherever he went, and so he was obliged at
last to climb up and take them all off the hook, and throw them away
into a corner. Then he lay down again, thinking that he should now be
able to rest in peace.

At length, when he became finally settled, and began to think at last
that perhaps he should be able to go to sleep, he thought that he heard
something rolling about in Jennie's state room, and also, at intervals,
a mewing sound. He listened. The door between the two state rooms was
always put open a little way every night, and secured so by the
chambermaid, so that either of the children might call to the other if
any thing were wanted. It was thus that Rollo heard the sound that came
from Jennie's room. After listening a moment, he heard Jennie's voice
calling to him.

"Rollo," said she, "are you awake?"

"Yes," said Rollo.

"Then I wish you would come and help my kitten. Here she is, shut up in
her cage, and rolling in it all about the room."

It was even so. Jennie had put Tiger into the cage at night when she
went to bed, as she was accustomed to do, and then had set the cage in
the corner of the state room. The violent motion of the ship had upset
the cage, and it was now rolling about from one side of the state room
to the other--the poor kitten mewing piteously all the time, and
wondering what could be the cause of the astonishing gyrations that she
was undergoing. Maria was asleep all the time, and heard nothing of it
all.

Rollo said he would get up and help the kitten. So he disengaged himself
from the wedgings of pillows and bolsters in which he had been packed,
and, clinging all the time to something for support, he made his way
into Jennie's state room. There was a dim light shining there, which
came through a pane of glass on one side of the state room, near the
door. This light was not sufficient to enable Rollo to see any thing
very distinctly. He however at length succeeded, by holding to the side
of Jennie's berth with one hand, while he groped about the floor with
the other, in finding the cage and securing it.

"I've got it," said Rollo, holding it up to the light. "It is the cage,
and Tiger is in it. Poor thing! she looks frightened half to death.
Would you let her out?"

"O, no," said Jennie. "She'll only be rolled about the rooms herself."

"Why, she could hold on with her claws, I should think," said Rollo.

"No," said Jennie, "keep her in the cage, and put the cage in some safe
place where it can't get away."

So Rollo put the kitten into the cage, and then put the cage itself in a
narrow space between the foot of the couch and the end of the state
room, where he wedged it in safely with a carpet bag. Having done this,
he was just about returning to his place, when he was dreadfully alarmed
at the sound of a terrible concussion upon the side of the ship,
succeeded by a noise as of something breaking open in his state room,
and a rush of water which seemed to come pouring in there like a
torrent, and falling on the floor. Rollo's first thought was that the
ship had sprung a leak, and that she was filling with water, and would
sink immediately. Jennie, too, was exceedingly alarmed; while Maria, who
had been sound asleep all this time, started up suddenly in great
terror, calling out,--

"Mercy on me! what's that?"

"I'm sure I don't know," said Rollo, "unless the ship is sinking."

Maria put out her hand and rung the bell violently. In the mean time,
the noise that had so alarmed the children ceased, and nothing was heard
in Rollo's room but a sort of washing sound, as of water dashed to and
fro on the floor. Of course, the excessive fears which the children had
felt at first were in a great measure allayed.

In a moment the chambermaid came in with a light in her hand, and asked
what was the matter.

"I don't know," said Maria. "Something or other has happened in Rollo's
state room. Please look in and see."

The chambermaid went in, and exclaimed, as she entered,--

"What a goose!"

"Who's a goose?" said Rollo, following her.

"I am," said the chambermaid, "for forgetting to screw up your light.
But go back; you'll get wet, if you come here."

Rollo accordingly kept back in Jennie's state room, though he advanced
as near to the door as he could, and looked in to see what had happened.
He found that his little round window had been burst open by a heavy
sea, and that a great quantity of water had rushed in. His couch, which
was directly under the window, was completely drenched, and so was the
floor; though most of the water, except that which was retained by the
bedding and the carpet, had run off through some unseen opening below.
When Rollo got where he could see, the chambermaid was busy screwing up
his window tight into its place. It has already been explained that this
window was formed of one small and very thick pane of glass, of an oval
form, and set in an iron frame, which was attached by a hinge on one
side, and made to be secured when it was shut by a strong screw and
clamp on the other.

"There," said the chambermaid. "It is safe now; only you can't sleep
upon the couch any more, it is so wet. You must get into your berth
again. I will make you up a new bed on the couch in the morning."

Rollo accordingly clambered up into his berth again, and the chambermaid
left him to himself. Presently, however, she came back with a dry pillow
and bolster for him.

"What makes the ship pitch and toss about so?" said Rollo.

"Head wind and a heavy sea," said the chambermaid; "that's all."

The chambermaid then, bidding Rollo go to sleep, passed on into Jennie's
state room, on her way to her own place of repose. As she went by, Maria
asked if there was not a storm coming on.

"Yes," said the chambermaid, "a terrible storm."

"How long will it be before morning?" asked Jennie.

"O, it is not two bells yet," said the chambermaid. "And you had better
not get up when the morning comes. You'll only be knocking about the
cabins if you do. I'll bring you some breakfast when it is time."

So saying, the chambermaid went away, and, left the children and Maria
to themselves.

Rollo tried for a long time after this to get to sleep, but all was in
vain. He heard two bells strike, and then three, and then four. He
turned over first one way, and then the other; his head aching, and his
limbs cramped and benumbed from the confined and uncomfortable positions
in which he was obliged to keep them. In fact, when Jennie on one
occasion, just after four bells struck, being very restless and wakeful
herself, ventured to speak to him in a gentle tone, and ask him whether
he was asleep, he replied that he was not; that he had been trying very
hard, but he could not get any thing of him asleep except his legs.

At length the gray light of the morning began to shine in at his little
round window. This he was very glad to see, although it did not promise
any decided relief to his misery; for the storm still continued with
unabated violence. At length, when breakfast time came, the chambermaid
brought in some tea and toast for Maria and for both the children. They
took it, and felt much better for it--so much so, that Rollo said he
meant to get up and go and see the storm.

"Well," said the chambermaid, "you may go, if you must. Dress yourself,
and go on the next deck above this, and walk along the passage way that
leads aft, and there you'll find a door that you can open and look out.
You'll be safe there."

"Which way is aft?" asked Rollo.

"That way," replied the chambermaid, pointing.

So Rollo got up, and holding firmly to the side of his berth with one
hand, and bracing himself between his berth and the side of his wash
stand cupboard with his knees, as the ship lurched to and fro, he
contrived to dress himself, though he was a long time in accomplishing
the feat. He then told Jennie that he was going up stairs to look out at
some window or door, in order to see the storm. Jennie did not make much
reply, and so Rollo went away.

The ship rolled and pitched so violently that he could not stand alone
for an instant. If he attempted to do so, he would be thrown against one
side or the other of the cabin or passage way by the most sudden and
unaccountable impulses. He finally succeeded in getting up upon the main
deck, where he went into the enclosed space which has already been
described. This space was closely shut up now on all sides. There were,
however, two doors which led from it out upon the deck. In order to go
up upon the promenade deck, it was necessary to go out at one of these
doors, and then ascend the promenade deck stairway. Rollo had, however,
no intention of doing this, though he thought that perhaps he might open
one of the doors a little and look out.

While he was thinking of this, he heard steps behind him as of some one
coming up stairs, and then a voice, saying,--

"Halloo, Rollo! Are you up here?"

Rollo turned round and saw Hilbert. He was clinging to the side of the
doorway. Rollo himself was upon one of the settees.

Just then one of the outer doors opened, and a man came in. He was an
officer of the ship. A terrible gust of wind came in with him. The
officer closed the door again immediately, and seeing the boys, he said
to them,--

"Well, boys, you are pretty good sailors, to be about the ship such
weather as this."

"I'm going up on the promenade deck," said Hilbert.

"No," said the officer, "you had better do no such thing. You will get
pitched into the lee scuppers before you know where you are."

"Is there any place where we can look out and see the sea?" said Rollo.

"Yes," replied the officer; "go aft, there, along that passage way, and
you will find a door on the lee quarter where you can look out."

So saying, the officer went away down into the cabin.

Hilbert did not know what was meant by getting pitched into the lee
scuppers, and Rollo did not know what the lee quarter could be. He
however determined to go in the direction that the man had indicated,
and see if he could find the door.

As for Hilbert, he said to Rollo that he was not afraid of the lee
scuppers or any other scuppers, and he was going up on the promenade
deck. There was an iron railing, he said, that he could cling to all the
way.

Rollo, in the mean time, went along the passage way, bracing his arms
against the sides of it as he advanced. The ship was rolling over from
side to side so excessively that he was borne with his whole weight
first against one side of the passage way, and then against the other,
so heavily that he was every moment obliged to stop and wait until the
ship came up again before he could go on. At length he came into a small
room with several doors opening from it. In the back side of this room
was the compartment where the helmsman stood with his wheel. There were
several men in this place with the helmsman, helping him to control the
wheel. Rollo observed, too, that there were a number of large rockets
put away in a sort of frame in the coil overhead.

He went to one of the doors that was on the right-hand side of this
room, and opened it a little way; but the wind and rain came in so
violently that he thought he would go to the opposite side and try that
door. This idea proved a very fortunate one, for, being now on the
sheltered side of the ship, he could open the door and look out without
exposing himself to the fury of the storm. He gazed for a time at the
raging fury of the sea with a sentiment of profound admiration and awe.
The surface of the ocean was covered with foam, and the waves were
tossing themselves up in prodigious heaps; the crests, as fast as they
were formed, being seized and hurled away by the wind in a mass of
driving spray, which went scudding over the water like drifting snow in
a wintry storm on land.

After Rollo had looked upon this scene until he was satisfied, he shut
the door, and returned along the passage way, intending to go down and
give Jennie an account of his adventures. As he advanced toward the
little compartment where the landing was, from the stairs, he heard a
sound as of some one in distress, and on drawing near he found Hilbert
coming in perfectly drenched with sea water. He was moaning and crying
bitterly, and, as he staggered along, the water dripped from his clothes
in streams. Rollo asked him what was the matter; but he could get no
answer. Hilbert pressed on sullenly, crying and groaning as he went down
to find his father.

[Illustration]

The matter was, that, in attempting to go up on the promenade deck, he
had unfortunately taken the stairway on the weather side; and when he
had got half way up, a terrible sea struck the ship just forward of the
paddle box. A portion of the wave, and an immense mass of spray, dashed
up on board the ship, and a quantity equal to several barrels of water
came down upon the stairs where Hilbert was ascending. The poor fellow
was almost strangled by the shock. He however clung manfully to the rope
railing, and as soon as he recovered his breath he came back into the
cabin.




CHAPTER IX.

THE PASSENGERS' LOTTERY.


One morning, a few days after the storm described in the last chapter,
Rollo was sitting upon one of the settees that stood around the skylight
on the promenade deck, secured to their places by lashings of spun yarn,
as has already been described, and was there listening to a conversation
which was going on between two gentlemen that were seated on the next
settee. The morning was very pleasant. The sun was shining, the air was
soft and balmy, and the surface of the water was smooth. There was so
little wind that the sails were all furled--for, in the case of a
steamer at sea, the wind, even if it is fair, cannot help to impel the
ship at all, unless it moves faster than the rate which the paddle
wheels would of themselves carry her; and if it moves slower than this,
of course, the steamer would by her own progress outstrip it, and the
sails, if they were spread, would only be pressed back against the masts
by the onward progress of the vessel, and thus her motion would only be
retarded by them.

The steamer, on the day of which we are speaking, was going on very
smoothly and rapidly by the power of her engines alone, and all the
passengers were in excellent spirits. There was quite a company of them
assembled at a place near one of the paddle boxes where smoking was
allowed. Some were seated upon a settee that was placed there against
the side of the paddle box, and others were standing around them. They
were nearly all smoking, and, as they smoked, they were talking and
laughing very merrily. Hilbert was among them, and he seemed to be
listening very eagerly to what they were saying. Rollo was very strongly
inclined to go out there, too, to hear what the men were talking about;
but he was so much interested in what the gentlemen were saying who were
near him, that he concluded to wait till they had finished their
conversation, and then go.

The gentlemen who were near him were talking about the rockets--the same
rockets that Rollo had seen when he went back to the stern of the ship
to look out at the sea, on the day of the storm. One of the men, who had
often been at sea before, and who seemed to be well acquainted with all
nautical affairs, said that the rockets were used to throw lines from
one ship to another, or from a ship to the shore, in case of wrecks or
storms. He said that sometimes at sea a steamer came across a wrecked
vessel, or one that was disabled, while yet there were some seamen or
passengers still alive on board. These men would generally be seen
clinging to the decks, or lashed to the rigging. In such cases the sea
was often in so frightful a commotion that no boat could live in it; and
there was consequently no way to get the unfortunate mariners off their
vessel but by throwing a line across, and then drawing them over in some
way or other along the line. He said that the sailors had a way of
making a sort of _sling_, by which a man could be suspended under such a
line with loops or rings, made of rope, and so adjusted that they would
run along upon it; and that by this means men could be drawn across from
one ship to another, at sea, if there was only a line stretched across
for the rings to run upon.

Now, the rockets were used for the purpose of throwing such a line. A
small light line was attached to the stick of the rocket, and then the
rocket itself was fired, being pointed in such a manner as to go
directly over the wrecked ship. If it was aimed correctly, it would fall
down so as to carry the small line across the ship. Then the sailors on
board the wrecked vessel would seize it, and by means of it would draw
the end of a strong line over, and thus effect the means of making their
escape. It was, however, a very dreadful alternative, after all; for the
rope forming this fearful bridge would of course be subject all the time
to the most violent jerkings, from the rolling and pitching of the
vessels to which the two extremities of it were attached, and the
unhappy men who had to be drawn over by means of it would be perhaps
repeatedly struck and overwhelmed by the foaming surges on the way.

While Rollo was listening to this conversation, Hilbert's father and
another gentleman who had been walking with him up and down the deck
came and sat down on one of the settees. Very soon, Hilbert, seeing his
father sitting there, came eagerly to him, and said, holding out his
hand,--

"Father, I want you to give me half a sovereign."

"Half a sovereign!" repeated his father; "what do you want of half a
sovereign?"

A sovereign is the common gold coin of England. The value of it is a
pound, or nearly five dollars; and half a sovereign is, of course, in
value about equal to two dollars and a half of American money.

"I want to get a ticket," said Hilbert. "Come, father, make haste," he
added, with many impatient looks and gestures, and still holding out his
hand.

"A ticket? what ticket?" asked his father. As he asked these questions,
he put his hand in his pocket and drew out an elegant little purse.

"Why, they are going to have a lottery about the ship's run, to-day,"
replied Hilbert, "and I want a ticket. The tickets are half a sovereign
apiece, and the one who gets the right one will have all the half
sovereigns. There will be twenty of them, and that will make ten
pounds."

"Nearly fifty dollars," said his father; "and what can you do with all
that money, if you get it? O, no, Hibby; I can't let you have any money
for that. And besides, these lotteries, and the betting about the run of
the ship, are as bad as gambling. They are gambling, in fact."

"Why, father," said Hilbert, "you bet, very often."

Mr. Livingston, for that was his father's name, and his companion, the
gentleman who was sitting with him, laughed at hearing this; and the
gentleman said,--

"Ah, George, he has you there."

Even Hilbert looked pleased at the effect which his rejoinder had
produced. In fact, he considered his half sovereign as already gained.

"O, let him have the half sovereign," continued the gentleman. "He'll
find some way to spend the ten pounds, if he gets them, I'll guaranty."

So Mr. Livingston gave Hilbert the half sovereign, and he, receiving it
with great delight, ran away.

The plan of the lottery, which the men at the paddle box were arranging,
was this. In order, however, that the reader may understand it
perfectly, it is necessary to make a little preliminary explanation in
respect to the mode of keeping what is called the _reckoning_ of ships
and steamers at sea. When a vessel leaves the shore at New York, and
loses sight of the Highlands of Neversink, which is the land that
remains longest in view, the mariners that guide her have then more than
two thousand miles to go, across a stormy and trackless ocean, with
nothing whatever but the sun and stars, and their own calculations of
their motion, to guide them. Now, unless at the end of the voyage they
should come out precisely right at the lighthouse or at the harbor which
they aim at, they might get into great difficulty or danger. They might
run upon rocks where they expected a port, or come upon some strange
and unknown land, and be entirely unable to determine which way to turn
in order to find their destined haven.

The navigators could, however, manage this all very well, provided they
could be sure of seeing the sun every day at proper times, particularly
at noon. The sun passes through different portions of the sky every
different day of the year, rising to a higher point at noon in the
summer, and to a lower one in the winter. The place of the sun, too, in
the sky, is different according as the observer is more to the northward
or southward. For inasmuch as the sun, to the inhabitants of northern
latitudes, always passes through the southern part of the sky, if one
person stands at a place one hundred or five hundred miles to the
southward of another, the sun will, of course, appear to be much higher
over his head to the former than to the latter. The farther north,
therefore, a ship is at sea, the lower in the sky, that is, the farther
down toward the south, the sun will be at noon.

Navigators, then, at sea, always go out upon the deck at noon, if the
sun is out, with a very curious and complicated instrument, called a
sextant, in their hands; and with this instrument they measure exactly
the distance from the sun at noon down to the southern horizon. This is
called making an observation. When the observation is made, the captain
takes the number of degrees and minutes, and goes into his state room;
and there, by the help of certain tables contained in books which he
always keeps there for the purpose, he makes a calculation, and finds
out the exact latitude of the ship; that is, where she is, in respect to
north and south. There are other observations and calculations by which
he determines the longitude; that is, where the ship is in respect to
east and west. When both these are determined, he can find the precise
place on the chart where the vessel is, and so--inasmuch as he had
ascertained by the same means where she was the day before--he can
easily calculate how far she has come during the twenty-four hours
between one noon and another. These calculations are always made at
noon, because that is the time for making the observations on the sun.
It takes about an hour to make the calculations. The passengers on board
the ship during this interval are generally full of interest and
curiosity to know the result. They come out from their lunch at half
past twelve, and then they wait the remaining half hour with great
impatience. They are eager to know how far they have advanced on their
voyage since noon of the day before.

In order to let the passengers know the result, when it is determined,
the captain puts up a written notice, thus:--

Latitude, 44° 26'.
Longitude, 16° 31'.
Distance, 270.

The passengers, on seeing this notice, which is called a _bulletin_,
know at once, from the first two items, whereabouts on the ocean they
are; and from the last they learn that the distance which the ship has
come since the day before is 270 miles.

This plan of finding out the ship's place every day, and of ascertaining
the distance which she has sailed since the day before, would be
perfectly successful, and amply sufficient for all the purposes
required, if the sun could always be seen when the hour arrived for
making the observation; but this is not the fact. The sky is often
obscured by clouds for many days in succession; and, in fact, it
sometimes happens that the captain has scarcely an opportunity to get a
good observation during the whole voyage. There is, therefore, another
way by which the navigator can determine where the ship is, and how fast
she gets along on her voyage.

This second method consists of actually measuring the progress of the
ship through the water, by an instrument called the log and line. The
log--which, however, is not any log at all, but only a small piece of
board, loaded at one edge so as to float upright in the water--has a
long line attached to it, which line is wound upon a light windlass
called a reel. The line, except a small portion of it at the beginning
is marked off into lengths by small knots made in it at regular
intervals. There are little rags of different forms and colors tied into
these knots, so that they may easily be seen, and may also be
distinguished one from the other.

When the time comes for performing the operation of _heaving the log_,
as they call it, the men appointed for the purpose bring the log and the
reel to the stern of the ship. One man holds the log, and another man
the reel. There are two handles, one at each end of the reel, by which
the man who serves it can hold it up over his head, and let the line run
off from it. Besides the two men who hold the log and the reel, there is
a third, who has a minute glass in his hand. The minute glass is like an
hour glass, only there is but just sand enough in it to run a minute.
The man who has the minute glass holds it upon its side at first, so as
not to set the sand to running until all is ready.

[Illustration: HEAVING THE LOG.]

At length the man who holds the log throws it over into the water, and
the ship, sailing onward all the time, leaves it there, floating edge
upwards. The man who holds the reel lifts it up high, so that the line
can run off easily as the ship moves on. As soon as the first rag runs
off, which denotes the beginning of the marked point of the line, he
calls out suddenly,--

"Turn!"

This is the command to the man who holds the minute glass to turn it so
as to set the sand to running. He accordingly instantly changes the
position of the glass, and holds it perpendicularly, and immediately
sets himself to watching the running out of the sand. The instant it is
gone, he calls out,--

"Stop!"

The man who is holding the reel, and another who stands by ready to help
him, instantly stop the line, and begin to draw it in. They observe how
many knots have run out, and they know from this how many miles an hour
the ship is going. Each knot goes for a mile.

They do not have to count the knots that have run out. They can always
determine, by the form and color of the last one that passed, what knot
it is. One of the men goes immediately and reports to the captain that
the ship is going so many knots, and the captain makes a record of it.
The other men at once begin to draw in the line, which brings the log in
also at the end of it. This line comes in very hard, for the friction of
so long a cord, dragged so swiftly through the water, is very great. It
generally takes four or five men to pull the line in. These men walk
along the deck, one behind the other, with the line over their
shoulders; and at first they have to tug very hard. The reel man winds
the line upon the reel as fast as they draw it in. It comes in more and
more easily as the part that is in the water grows shorter; and at
length the log itself is soon skipping through the foam in the wake of
the ship, until it comes up out of the water and is taken on board.

They heave the log every two hours,--that is, twelve times for every
twenty-four hours,--and from the reports which the captain receives of
the results of those trials, it is easy for him to calculate how far the
ship has come during the whole period. As he knows, too, exactly how far
the pilot has been steering by the compass all this time, he has both
the direction in which the ship has been sailing, and the distance to
which she has come; and, of course, from these data he can calculate
where she must now be. This mode of determining the ship's place is
called _by the reckoning_. The other is called _by observation_.

The intelligent and reflecting boy who has carefully read and understood
the preceding explanations will perceive that the two operations which
we have been describing are in some sense the reverse of each other. By
the former, the navigator ascertains by his measurements where the ship
actually is to-day, and then calculates from that how far, and in what
direction, she has come since yesterday. Whereas, by the latter method,
his measurements determine directly how far, and in what direction, the
ship has come; and then he calculates from these where she now is. Each
method has its advantages. The former, that by observation, is the most
sure and exact; but then it is not always practicable, for it may be
cloudy. On the other hand, the latter--that is, by the reckoning--never
fails, for the log can always be thrown, be the weather what it may; but
it cannot be fully relied upon, on account of the currents in the water
and the drifting of the vessel. Consequently, on board all ships they
keep the reckoning regularly every day. Then, if they get a good
observation, they rely upon that. If they do not, they go by the
reckoning.

We now return to the story. And here, I suppose, is the place where
those sagacious children, who, when they are reading a book in which
entertainment and instruction are combined, always skip all the
instruction, and read only the story, will begin to read again, after
having turned over the leaves of this chapter thus far, seeing they
contain only explanations of the mode of navigating a ship, and saying
nothing about Hilbert and Rollo. Now, before going any farther, I wish
to warn all such readers, that they will not be able to comprehend at
all clearly the complicated difficulties which Hilbert and the others
got into in respect to the lottery without understanding all that has
been explained in the preceding pages of this chapter. I advise them,
therefore, if they have skipped any of it, to go back and read it all,
and to read it slowly too, and with the utmost attention. And I advise
them, moreover, if they do not perfectly understand it all, to ask some
older person to read it over with them and explain it to them. If they
are not willing to do this, but insist on skipping the first part of the
chapter, I advise them to make complete work of it, and skip the last
half too; for they certainly will not understand it.

When Hilbert went back to the paddle box with his half sovereign, it was
about eleven o'clock. The observation was to be made at twelve; and the
results, both in respect to the observation and the reckoning, were to
be calculated immediately afterward. The lottery which the men were
making related to the number of miles which the ship would have made
during the twenty-four hours. The men were just making up the list of
subscribers to the tickets when Hilbert went up to them. He gave his
half sovereign to the man who had the list. This man whom they called
the Colonel, took the money, saying, "That's right, my lad," and put it
in a little leather purse with the other half sovereigns.

"What's your name, Bob?" said he.

"Livingston," said Hilbert.

"Bobby Livingston," said the Colonel, writing down the name on his list.

"No," said Hilbert, contemptuously, "not Bobby Livingston. Hilbert
Livingston."

"O, never mind," said the Colonel; "it's all the same thing. Bobby means
boy."

The plan of the lottery was this: It was generally supposed that the
ship's run would be about 270 miles; and it was considered quite
certain, as has already been stated, that it would not be more than 280,
nor less than 260. So they made twenty tickets, by cutting five of the
Colonel's visiting cards into quarters, which tickets were to represent
all the numbers from 261 to 280, inclusive. They wrote the numbers upon
these cards, omitting, however, the first figure, namely, the 2, in
order to save time; for as that figure came in all the numbers, it was
considered unnecessary to write it. When the numbers were written thus
upon the cards, the cards themselves were all put into a cap[B] and
shaken up, and then every one who had paid a half sovereign drew out
one, the colonel holding the hat up high all the time, so that no one
could see which number he drew. This operation was performed in the
midst of jokes and gibes and loud shouts of laughter, which made the
whole scene a very merry one. When Hilbert came to draw, the merriment
was redoubled. Some called on the Colonel to hold down the cap lower, so
that Bob could reach it. Others said that he was sure to get the lucky
number, and that there was no chance at all for the rest of them.
Others, still, were asking him what he would take for his ticket, or for
half of it, quarter of it, and so on. Hilbert was half pleased and half
ashamed at being the object of so much coarse notoriety; while Rollo,
who had drawn up toward the place, and was looking on from a safe
distance as the proceedings that were going on, was very glad that he
was not in Hilbert's place.

[Footnote B: Gentlemen always wear caps on board ship. Hats are in the
way, and would, moreover, be in danger of being blown off by the wind;
in which case, as they would go overboard at once, there would be no
possibility of recovering them.]

The ticket that Hilbert drew was marked 67. It denoted, of course, the
number 267; and that, being pretty near to the number of miles which it
was thought the ship would probably make, was considered quite a
valuable ticket. The owners of the several tickets, as soon as the
drawing was completed, began to compare them and talk about them, and to
propose bargains to one another for buying and selling them, or
exchanging them. In these negotiations each man was endeavoring to
outwit and circumvent his friend, in hopes of buying his ticket for a
moderate sum, and drawing the whole prize with it. Others were engaged
in betting on particular tickets. These bets, when they were made, they
recorded in little memorandum books kept for the purpose. In fact, a
very noisy and tumultuous scene of bargaining, and betting, and barter
ensued.

Hilbert was very much pleased with his ticket. He went to show it to
Rollo. He said he verily believed that he had got the exact ticket to
draw the prize. He did not think the ship would go quite 270 miles.

"And if she does not," said he, "and should happen to go only 267 miles,
then I shall have ten pounds; and that is almost fifty dollars."

So saying, Hilbert began to caper about the deck in the exuberance of
his joy.

His antics were, however, suddenly interrupted by the Colonel, who just
then came up to him and asked to see his ticket. Hilbert held it up so
that the Colonel could see the number upon it.

"Sixty-seven," said the Colonel. "That is not worth much. Nobody thinks
she'll go less than 270. However," he added, in a careless tone, "I'll
give you twelve shillings for it. That is two shillings over what you
paid for it--nearly half a dollar.[C] You'd better make sure of half a
dollar than run the risk of losing every thing on such a poor ticket as
that."

[Footnote C: The Colonel meant English shillings, which are twenty-four
cents each in value.]

"Would you?" said Hilbert, turning to Rollo.

"I don't know," replied Rollo, shaking his head. "I don't know any thing
about it."

"No," said Hilbert, turning to the Colonel again; "I believe I will keep
my ticket, and take my chance."

The Colonel said, "Very well; just as you please;" and then went away.
Hilbert had, after this, several other offers, all which he declined;
and in about a quarter of an hour the Colonel met him again, as if
accidentally, and began to talk about his ticket. He said that all the
tickets under 270 were selling at a low price, as almost every body
believed that the ship's run would be more than that; but still, he
said, he would give a pound for Hilbert's ticket, if he wished to sell
it. "Thus," said he, "you'll get back the half sovereign you paid, and
another half sovereign besides, and make sure of it."

But the more the people seemed to wish to buy Hilbert's ticket, the less
inclined he was to part with it. So he refused the Colonel's offer, and
put the card safely away in his wallet. In one sense he was right in
refusing to sell his chance; for as the whole business of making such a
lottery, and buying and selling the tickets afterward, and betting on
the result, is wrong, the less one does about it the better. Every new
transaction arising of it is a new sin. It could easily be shown, by
reasoning on the philosophy of the thing, why it is wrong, if there were
time and space for it here. But this is not necessary, as every man has
a feeling in his own conscience that there is a wrong in such
transactions. It is only bad characters, in general, that seek such
amusements. When others adventure in them a little, they make apologies
for it. They say they are not in the habit of betting, or of venturing
in lotteries, or that they don't approve of it--but will do it this
once. Then, when people lose their money, the chagrin which they feel is
always deepened and imbittered by remorse and self-condemnation; while
the pleasure which those feel who gain is greatly marred by a sort of
guilty feeling, which they cannot shake off, at having taken the money
of their friends and companions by such means. All these indications,
and many others which might be pointed out, show that there is a
deep-seated and permanent instinct in the human heart which condemns
such things; and nobody can engage in them without doing violence to
this instinct, and thus committing a known wrong.

In regard to most of the men who were engaged in the lottery, they had
so often done such things before that their consciences had become
pretty well seared and hardened. There was one man, however, who decided
to take a ticket against considerable opposition that was made to it by
the moral sentiments of his heart. This was Maria's brother. He had been
confined to his berth most of the voyage, but was now better; and he had
been walking up and down the deck with a friend. He looked pale and
dejected, however, and seemed still quite feeble.

His friend, whom he called Charles, seeing that they were going on with
a lottery near the paddle boxes, proposed that they should both go and
buy tickets.

"Come," said he, "Chauncy, that will amuse you."

"O, no," said Mr. Chauncy.

"Yes, come," said Charles. "Besides, we ought to do our part to assist
in entertaining one another."

So saying, Charles led Mr. Chauncy along, and partly by persuasion, and
partly by a little gentle force, he made him take out his purse and
produce a half sovereign, too. He also subscribed himself, and then drew
both the tickets. He gave one of them to Mr. Chauncy, and the other he
kept himself; and then the two friends walked away. Mr. Chauncy's ticket
was 66, the number immediately below that which Hilbert had drawn.

Mr. Chauncy, being now tired of walking, went to sit down upon one of
the settees next to where Hilbert and Rollo had just gone to take a
seat. Mr. Chauncy was next to Hilbert. He immediately began to talk with
Hilbert about the lottery.

"Have you got a ticket in this lottery?" he asked.

"Yes," said Hilbert; "mine is 267. What is yours?"

"I don't know," said Mr. Chauncy; "I did not observe." As he said this,
however, he took his ticket out of his pocket, and said, reading it,
"Ninety-nine."

He was holding it wrong side upward, and so it read 99.

"Ho!" said Hilbert, "that will not get the prize. We shall not go 299
miles. I would not exchange mine for yours on any account."

"No," said Mr. Chauncy, "nor would I exchange mine for yours."

"Why?" said Hilbert. "Do you think there is any chance of the ship's
making 299?"

"No," replied Mr. Chauncy; "and that is the very reason I like my
ticket. If I had yours, I should be afraid I might get the prize."

"Afraid?" repeated Hilbert.

"Yes," said Mr. Chauncy.

"Why should you be afraid?" asked Hilbert, much surprised.

"Because," said Mr. Chauncy, "I should not know what to do with the
money. I would not put it in my purse; for I don't let any thing go in
there but honest money. I don't know who I could give it to. Besides, I
should not like to ask any body to take what I should be ashamed to keep
myself. I should really be in a very awkward situation."

As he said this, Mr. Chauncy held his ticket between his thumb and
finger, and looked at the number. Neither he nor Hilbert suspected for a
moment that there was any mistake in reading it; for, not having paid
any attention to the _scheme_, as it is called, of the lottery, they did
not know how high the numbers went.

"There is a possibility that I may get it, after all," said Mr. Chauncy
at length, musing. "We have had fine weather, and have been coming on
fast. The best thing for me to do is to get rid of the ticket. Have
_you_ got a ticket, Rollo?" said he, turning to Rollo.

"No, sir," said Rollo.

"I have a great mind to give it to you, then."

"No, sir," said Rollo; "I would rather not have it."

"That is right," said Mr. Chauncy. "I like you the better for that. I
know what I will do with it. Do you remember an Irishwoman that you see
sitting on the forward deck sometimes with her two children?"

"Yes," said Rollo; "she is there now."

"Very well," said Mr. Chauncy; "carry this to her, and tell her it is a
ticket in a lottery, and it may possibly draw a prize. Have you any
conscientious scruples about doing that?"

"No, sir," said Rollo.

"Then take the ticket and go," added Mr. Chauncy. "Tell her she had
better sell the ticket for two shillings, if she gets a chance. There
may be somebody among the gamblers that will buy it."

So Rollo took the ticket and carried it to the Irishwoman. She was a
woman who was returning to Ireland as a deck passenger. She was quite
poor. When Rollo tendered her the ticket, she was, at first, much
surprised. Rollo explained the case fully to her, and concluded by
repeating Mr. Chauncy's advice--that she should sell the ticket, if she
could get a chance to sell it for as much as two shillings. The woman,
having been at sea before, understood something about such lotteries,
and seemed to be quite pleased to get a ticket. She asked Rollo to tell
such gentlemen as he might meet that she had 99 to sell for two
shillings. This, however, Rollo did not like to do; and so he simply
returned to the settee and reported to Mr. Chauncy that he had given the
woman the ticket and delivered the message.

Mr. Chauncy said he was very much obliged to him; and then, rising from
his seat, he walked slowly away, and descended into the cabin.

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CHAPTER X.

THE END OF THE LOTTERY.


In almost all cases of betting and lotteries, the operation of the
system is, that certain persons, called the knowing ones, contrive to
manage the business in such a way, by secret manoeuvres and intrigues,
as to make the result turn out to their advantage, at the expense of
those parties concerned who are ignorant and inexperienced, or, as they
term it, "green." Very deep plans were laid for accomplishing this
object in respect to the lottery described in the last chapter; though,
as it happened in this case, they were fortunately frustrated.

The principal of these manoeuvres were the work of the man whom they
called the Colonel. He had formed the plan, with another man, of
secretly watching the operation of heaving the log every time it was
performed, and making a note of the result. By doing this, he thought he
could calculate very nearly how many miles the ship would make, while
all the other passengers would have nothing to guide them but such
general estimates as they could make from recollection. He accordingly
arranged it with his confederates that one or the other of them should
be on deck whenever the men were called to heave the log, and, without
appearing to pay any particular attention to the operation, carefully to
obtain the result, and make a memorandum of it. This plan was sufficient
for the daytime. For the night--inasmuch as it might excite suspicion
for them to be up at unseasonable hours to watch the operation--they
resorted to another method. They bribed one of the seamen of each watch
to find out the result of each trial during his watch, and to give them
the answers in the morning. When the last time for heaving the log,
previous to making up the accounts for the day, came, which was at ten
o'clock, they took that result, and then, shutting themselves up in
their state room, they made a calculation, and ascertained pretty
certainly, as they thought, that the distance would be about 267 miles.
It might possibly be 266, or 268; but they thought that they were sure
that it would be one of those three numbers. The next thing was to
circulate statements, and to express opinions in private conversation
here and there among the passengers, in a careless sort of way, to
produce a general impression that the rate of the ship would be not
less than 270 miles. This was to lead the owners of the tickets, and the
betters generally, not to attach a high value to the numbers below 270.
By doing this, they expected to depress the value of these tickets in
the general estimation, so that they could buy then easily. They
calculated that, if their plans succeeded, they could buy 266, 267, and
268 for about a sovereign apiece--the holders of them being made to
suppose, by their manoeuvres that those numbers would have very little
chance of obtaining the prize.

The plan was very deeply laid, and very skilfully executed; and the men
were so far successful in their efforts that they did produce a general
impression that the ship's run could not be below 270. They also bought
ticket 268, though they had to give two sovereigns for it. It has
already been shown how their attempts to get possession of 267 failed,
by Hilbert's refusal to sell it. They of course also failed to get 266,
for that ticket was not to be found. They could not make any very open
and public inquiries for it, as it was necessary that every thing which
they did should be performed in a very unconcerned and careless manner.
They, however, made repeated inquiries privately for this ticket but
could not get any tidings of it. A certain sailor told some of the
betters that an Irishwoman on the forward deck had a ticket which she
offered to sell for two shillings; but when, on being asked what the
number was, he answered 99, they laughed at him, supposing that somebody
had been putting a hoax upon the poor Irishwoman, as there was no such
number as that in the lottery.

Besides the manoeuvres of these two confederates, there was another
man who was devising a cunning scheme for obtaining the prize. This was
the mate of a merchant ship that had put into the port of New York in a
damaged condition, and had there been sold. The mate, being thus left
without a vessel, was now returning as a passenger in the steamer, to
Scotland, where he belonged.

This man was accustomed to navigation; and he had the necessary books
for making the computations in his trunk. He conceived the idea of being
present on deck at twelve o'clock, when the captain made his
observation, and of learning from him, as it were accidentally, what the
sun's altitude was observed to be. This he could very easily do, for it
was customary to have the observation made not only by the captain, but
by one or two of the chief officers of the ship also, at the same time,
who are all always provided with sextants for the purpose. The results,
when obtained, are compared together, to see if they agree--each
observer telling the others what altitude he obtains. Thus they are more
sure of getting the result correctly. Besides, it is important that
these officers should have practice, so that they may be able to take
the observation when the captain is sick, or when they come to command
ships themselves.

Now, the mate above referred to thought that, by standing near the
captain and his officers when they made the observations, he could
overhear them in comparing their results, and then that he could go down
into his state room immediately; and that there, by working very
diligently, he could ascertain the run of the ship before it should be
reported on the captain's bulletin, and so know beforehand what ticket
would gain the prize. Or, if he could not determine absolutely what the
precise ticket would be,--since his computation might not agree
precisely with that made by the captain,--he could determine within two
or three of the right one, and then buy three tickets--that is, the one
which agreed with his calculation, and also the one above and below
it--for perhaps a sovereign or so apiece: he would thus get the ten
sovereigns by an expenditure of three or four. His plan, in fact, was
similar to that of the Colonel; only his estimate was to be based on the
observation, while that of the Colonel was based on the dead reckoning.
They both performed their computations in a very skilful manner, and
they came to nearly the same result. The mate came to the conclusion
that the run of the ship would be 266 miles; while the Colonel, as has
already been stated, made it 267. While, therefore, the Colonel, to make
sure of the prize, wished to buy tickets 266, 267, and 268, the mate
wished to secure 265, 266, and 267. The mate, after making some inquiry,
found who had 265; and, after some bargaining, succeeded in buying it
for two sovereigns and a half. But he could not hear any thing of 266.
As for 267, he discovered that Hilbert had it, just as the bell rang for
luncheon. He told Hilbert that if he wished to sell his ticket he would
give him thirty shillings for it, which is a sovereign and a half. But
Hilbert said no.

It is, however, time that this story of the lottery should draw to a
close; were it not so, a great deal more detail might have been given of
the manoeuvres and contrivances which both the Colonel and the mate
resorted to, to induce Hilbert to sell his ticket. These efforts
attracted no special attention, for all the others were buying and
selling tickets continually, and making offers for those which they
could not buy. Some were put up at auction, and sold to the highest
bidder, amid jokes, and gibes, and continual shouts of laughter.

At length, when the time drew nigh for the captain's bulletin to appear,
the mate offered Hilbert _three pounds_ for his ticket, and Hilbert went
and asked his father's advice about accepting this offer. His father
hesitated for some time, but finally advised him not to sell his ticket
at all. Hilbert was satisfied with this advice, for he now began to be
quite sure that he should get the prize.

At length, about fifteen minutes after the party had come up from
luncheon, and were all assembled around the paddle-box settee, a
gentleman came up one of stairways with a slip of paper in his hands,
and, advancing to the group, he attempted to still the noise they were
making, by saying,--

"Order, gentlemen, order! I've got the bulletin."

Every body's attention was arrested by these words, and all began to
call out "Order!" and "Silence!" until at length something like quiet
was restored. The persons assembled were all very much interested in
learning the result; for, in addition to the prize of the lottery, there
were a great many bets, some of them quite large, pending, all of which
were to be decided by the bulletin.

When, at length, the gentleman found that he could be heard, he began to
read in a very deliberate voice,--

"Latitude forty-eight, thirty-one."

"Never mind the latitude," exclaimed the company. "The _distance_. Let's
have the _distance_."

"Longitude," continued the reader, "ten, fourteen."

"Nonsense!" said the company. "What's the distance?"

"Distance," continued the reader, in the same tone, "two hundred and
_sixty-six_."

"Sixty-six!" they all exclaimed together; and great inquiries were
immediately made for the missing ticket. But nobody knew any thing about
it. At last, Mr. Chauncy's companion, Charles, who happened to be there,
said,--

"Why, Chauncy had 66, I believe." Then calling out aloud to Mr. Chauncy,
who had come up on the deck after luncheon, and was now sitting on one
of the settees that stood around the skylight, he added,--

"Chauncy! here! come here! Where is your ticket? You have got the
prize."

"No," said Mr. Chauncy, in a careless tone, without, however, moving
from his seat. "I have not any ticket."

Two or three of the gentlemen, then, headed by Charles, went to the
place where Mr. Chauncy was sitting, to question him more particularly.

"Where's your ticket?" said Charles.

"I gave it to one of the deck passengers," said Mr. Chauncy.

"You did!" said Charles. "Well, it has drawn the prize. What was the
number of it?"

"Ninety-nine, I believe," said Mr. Chauncy.

"Ninety-nine!" repeated Charles, contemptuously. "Nonsense! There was no
ninety-nine. It was sixty-six."

Then, shouting with laughter, he said, "O, dear me! that's so exactly
like Chauncy. He gives half a sovereign for a ticket, then reads it
upside down, and gives it away to an Irishwoman. O Gemini!"

So saying, Charles, and those with him, went away, laughing vociferously
at Chauncy's expense.

The remainder of the adventurers in the lottery had in the mean time
dispersed, having slunk away, as is usual in such cases, to conceal
their mortification and chagrin. It was not merely that they had each
lost a half sovereign; but they had all calculated, with greater or less
certainty, on getting the prize; and the vexation which they experienced
at the disappointment was extreme. Some of them had bought up several
tickets, in order to make sure of the prize. These were, of course,
doubly and trebly chagrined. Some had been offered good prices for their
tickets, but had refused to accept them, hoping, by keeping the tickets,
to get the prize. These persons were now vexed and angry with themselves
for not accepting these offers. Then there was a feeling of guilt and
condemnation which mingled with their disappointment, and made it very
bitter and hard to bear.

The Colonel and the mate, when they learned that the Irishwoman held the
winning ticket, both immediately began to saunter slowly along toward
the stairways that led down to the forward deck, each having formed the
plan of going and buying the ticket of the woman before she should hear
that it had gained the prize. They moved along with a careless and
unconcerned air, in order not to awaken any suspicion of their designs.
They were suspected, however, both of them, by Mr. Chauncy. He
accordingly walked forward, too; and he reached a part of the promenade
deck that was near the smoke pipe, where he could look down upon the
place where the woman was sitting. He reached the spot just as the two
men came before her, one having descended by one staircase, and the
other by the other. When they met each other, close before where the
woman was sitting, they each understood in an instant for what purpose
the other had come. They knew, too, that it would defeat the object
altogether if they both attempted to buy the ticket; and yet there was
no time or opportunity to make any formal stipulation on the subject
between them. Such men, however, are always very quick and cunning, and
ready for all emergencies. The mate, without speaking to the woman, gave
a wink to the Colonel, and said in an undertone, as he sauntered slowly
along by him,--

"Colonel! half!"

"Done!" said the Colonel.

So the mate passed carelessly on, leaving the Colonel to manage the
negotiation, with the understanding that they were to share the profits
of the transaction between them.

Just at this moment, Mr. Chauncy, who was looking down upon this scene
from above, called out to the woman,--

"My good woman, your ticket has drawn the prize. The Colonel has come to
pay you the money."

The Colonel was overwhelmed with astonishment and vexation at this
interruption. He looked up, with a countenance full of rage, to see from
whom the sound proceeded. There were one or two other gentlemen standing
with Chauncy as witnesses of the scene; and the Colonel saw at once that
his scheme was defeated. So he made a virtue of necessity, and, taking
out the purse, he poured the ten sovereigns into the poor woman's lap.
She was overwhelmed and bewildered with astonishment at finding herself
suddenly in possession of so much money.

As for Hilbert, there were no bounds to the vexation and anger which he
experienced in the failure of all his hopes and expectations.

"What a miserable fool I was!" said he. "I might have had that very
ticket. He as good as offered to exchange with me. Such a stupid dolt as
I was, not to know when it was upside down! Then, besides, I was offered
two pounds for my ticket, sure--and I believe I should have taken it, if
my father had not advised me not to do it. That would have come to
almost fifteen dollars, and that I should have been sure of. So much
for taking my father's advice. I hope they'll get up another lottery
to-morrow, and then I'll buy a ticket and do just as I please with it,
and not take _any body's_ advice. I shall be sure to make fifteen
dollars, at least, if I don't do any better than I might have done
to-day."

The rest of the company felt very much as Hilbert did about their losses
and disappointments, though the etiquette of gambling, which they
understood better than he, forbade their expressing their feelings so
freely. In fact, one source of the illusion which surrounds this vice
is, that the interest which it excites, and the hilarity and mirth which
attend it during its progress, are all open to view, while the
disappointment, the mortification, the chagrin, and the remorse are all
studiously concealed. The remorse is the worst ingredient in the bitter
cup. It not only stings and torments those who have lost, but it also
spoils the pleasure of those who win. That is, in fact, always the
nature and tendency of remorse. It aggravates all the pain and suffering
that it mingles with and poisons all the pleasure.




CHAPTER XI.

THE ARRIVAL.


Day after day of the voyage thus glided away, the time being beguiled by
the various incidents which occurred, until at length the ship began to
draw near toward the land. As the time passed on, the interest which the
passengers felt in their approach toward the land began to be very
strong. Some of them were crossing the Atlantic for the first time; and
they, of course, anticipated their first view of the shores of the old
world with great anticipations of delight. The first land to be "made,"
as the sailors say, that is to be seen, was Cape Clear--the southern
point of Ireland. There is a lighthouse on this point; and so well had
the captain kept his reckoning, and so exact had been his calculations
in his progress over the mighty waste of waters, that on the morning of
the last day he could venture to predict to an hour when the light would
come into view. He said it would be between nine and ten. When Maria
and the two children went to their berths, Maria asked the chambermaid
to come and tell them when the light was in sight. She accordingly did
so. Rollo, in order to know how near the captain was in his
calculations, asked her what o'clock it was. She said twenty-five
minutes after eight. How astonishing must be the accuracy of the
instruments and the calculations which can enable a man to guide a ship
across so utterly trackless a waste, aiming at a lighthouse three
thousand miles away, and not only come out exactly upon it, but come
there, too, so exactly at the time predicted by the calculation!

When the children went on deck the next morning, the southern coast of
Ireland was all in full view. Those who feel an interest in seeing the
track of the ship, will find, by turning to a map of Great Britain and
Ireland, that her course in going in from the Atlantic toward Liverpool
lay at first along the southern coast of Ireland, and then along the
western coast of Wales. This route, though it seems but a short distance
on the map, requires really a voyage of several hundred miles, and more
than a day in time, for the performance of it. The voyage of the ship
is, therefore, by no means ended when she reaches the land at Cape
Clear. There is still a day and a night more for the passengers to
spend on board the vessel. The time is, however, very much beguiled
during this last day's sail by the sight of the land and the various
objects which it presents to view--the green slopes, the castle-covered
hills, the cliffs, the lines of beach, with surf and breakers rolling in
upon them; and sometimes, when the ship approaches nearer to the shore
than usual, the pretty little cottages, covered with thatch, and adorned
with gardens and shrubbery.

The children stood by the railing of the deck for some time after they
came up from below, gazing at the shores, and admiring the various
pictures of rural beauty which the scene presented to the eye. At
length, becoming a little tired, they went and sat down upon one of the
settees, where they could have a more comfortable position, and still
enjoy a good view. Not long afterward, the captain, who had been walking
up and down the deck for some time, came and sat down by them.

"Well, children," said he, "are you glad to get to the end of the
voyage?"

"Yes, sir," replied Jennie. "I am glad to get safe off of the great
sea."

"And I suppose that you must be very glad, sir," added Rollo, "to get to
the end of your responsibility."

"Ah, but I have not got to the end of my responsibility yet, by any
means," said the captain.

As he said this, he rose from his seat, and looked out very attentively
forward for a minute or two. At length he seemed satisfied, and sat down
again.

"Well, you have got through all the danger, at any rate," said Rollo,
"now that we are inside the land."

"On the contrary," said the captain, "we are just coming into the
danger. There is very little danger for a good ship, whether it is a
sailing ship or a steamer, out in the open sea. It is only when she
comes among the rocks, and shoals, and currents, and other dangers which
thicken along the margin of the land, that she has much to fear. Ships
are almost always cast away, when they are cast away at all, near or
upon the land."

"Is that the way?" replied Rollo. "I thought they were cast away at sea.
I am sure it _looks_ a great deal safer here than it does out in the
middle of the ocean."

"I suppose so, to your eyes," replied the captain. "But you will see, by
reflecting on the subject, that it is, in fact, just the contrary. If a
very violent storm comes up when the ship is out in the open sea, it can
ordinarily do no harm, only to drive the ship off her course, or
perhaps carry away some of her spars or sails. If there is no land in
the way, she is in very little danger. But it is very different if a
gale of wind comes up suddenly in such a place as this."

"And how is it here?" asked Rollo.

"Why, in the case of a good steamer like this," said the captain, "it
makes no great difference here; for we go straight forward on our
course, as long as we can see, let it blow as it will. But a sailing
vessel would very probably not be able to stand against it, but would be
driven off toward any rocks, or sand banks, or shores that might happen
to be in the way."

"And so she would certainly be wrecked," said Rollo.

"No, not certainly," replied the captain. "As soon as they found that
the water was shoaling, they would anchor."

"How do they know when the water is shoaling?" asked Rollo.

"By the lead," replied the captain. "Did you never sound with the lead
and line?"

"No, sir," replied Rollo.

"Well, they have a lead, and a long line," rejoined the captain, "and
they let the lead down to the bottom by means of the line, and so learn
how deep the water is. The lead is round and long. It is about as large
round, and about as long, as Jennie's arm, from her elbow to her wrist,
and there is a small cavity in the lower end of it."

"What is that for?" asked Rollo.

"That is to bring up some of the sand, or mud, or gravel, or whatever it
may be, that forms the bottom," replied the captain. "They put something
into the hole, before they let the lead down, to make the sand or gravel
stick. When they see the nature of the bottom in this way, it often
helps them to determine where they are, in case it is a dark night, or a
foggy day, and they have got lost. It is very easy to measure the depth
of the sea in this way, where it is not over a few hundred fathoms."

"How much is a fathom?" asked Rollo.

"Six feet," replied the captain; "that is as far as a man can reach by
stretching out both hands along a wall. If the water is only a few
hundred fathoms deep," continued the captain, "we can sound; but if it
is much deeper than that, it is very difficult to get the lead down."

"Why, I should think," said Rollo, "that the lead would go down to the
bottom of itself, no matter how deep the water was."

"It would," said the captain, "were it not for the line. But the line
has some buoyancy; and, besides, it makes a great deal of friction in
being drawn through the water; so that, when the line begins to get very
long, it becomes very difficult for the lead to get it down. As they let
out the line from the ship, it goes more and more slowly, until at last
it does not seem to move at all."

"Then the lead must be on the bottom," said Rollo.

"No, that is not certain," said the captain. "It may be only that the
quantity of line that is out is sufficient to float the lead. Besides
that, the currents in the water, which may set in different directions
at different depths, carry the line off to one side and the other, so
that it lies very crooked in the water, and the weight of the lead is
not sufficient to straighten it."

"Then they ought to have a heavier lead, I should think," said Rollo.

"Yes," said the captain; "and for deep-sea soundings they do use very
heavy sinkers. Sometimes they use cannon balls as heavy as a man can
lift. Then they take great pains, too, to have a very light and small
line. Still, with all these precautions, it is very difficult, after
some _miles_ of the line are run out, to tell when the shot reaches the
bottom. In some of the deepest places in the sea, the line, when they
attempt to sound, is _all day_ running out. I knew one case where they
threw the shot overboard in the morning, and the line continued to run
out, though slower and slower, of course, all the time, until night. It
changed its rate of running so gradually, that at last they could not
tell whether it was running or not. It seemed to float idly in the
water, sinking slowly all the time; and yet they could not tell whether
it was drawn in by the drifting of the portion of the line already down,
or by the weight of the shot. So they could not tell certainly whether
they had reached bottom or not.

"There is another thing that is curious about it," added the captain;
"and that is, that, when a line is let out to such a length, they can
never get it back again."

"Why not?" asked Rollo.

"It is not strong enough," said the captain, "to bear the strain of
drawing such an immense length out of the water. There is a very
considerable degree of friction produced in drawing a line of any kind
through the water; and when the line is some miles in length, and has,
besides, a heavy ball at the end of it, the resistance becomes enormous.
Whenever they attempt to draw up a sounding line of such a length, it
always parts at a distance of a few hundred fathoms from the surface, so
that only a small part of the line is ever recovered."

"I should not suppose it would be so hard to draw up the line," said
Rollo. "I should have thought that it would come up very easily."

"No," said the captain. "If you draw even a whiplash through the water,
you will find that it draws much harder than it does on the grass; and
if a boy's kite were to fall upon a pond at a great distance from the
shore, I don't think he could draw it in by the string. The string would
break, on account of the friction of the string and of the kite in the
water. Sometimes, in naval battles, when a ship is pretending to try to
escape, in order to entice another ship to follow her, away from the
rest of the fleet, they tow a rope behind, and this rope, dragging in
the water, retards the ship, and prevents her from going very fast,
notwithstanding that all the sails are set, and she seems to be sailing
as fast as she can."

"That's a curious way of doing it," said Rollo; "isn't it, Jennie?"

Jennie thought that it was a very curious way indeed.

"There is no difficulty," said the captain, resuming his explanations,
"in finding the depth of the sea in harbors and bays, or at any place
near the shore; for in all such places it is usually much less than a
hundred fathoms. So when in a dark night, or in a fog, the ship is
driven by the wind in a direction where they know there is land, they
sound often; and when they find that the water is shoal enough, they let
go the anchor."

"And so the anchor holds them," said Jennie, "I suppose, and keeps them
from going against the land."

"Yes," said the captain, "generally, but not always. Sometimes the
bottom is of smooth rock, or of some other hard formation, which the
flukes of the anchor cannot penetrate, and then the ship drifts on
toward the land, dragging the anchor with her."

"And what do they do in that case?" asked Rollo.

"Very often there is nothing that they can do," said the captain,
"except to let out more cable, cautiously, so as to give the anchor a
better chance to catch in some cleft or crevice in the bottom. Sometimes
it does catch in this manner, and then the ship is stopped, and, for a
time, the people on board think they are safe."

"And are they safe?" asked Rollo.

"Perhaps so," replied the captain; "and yet there is still some danger.
The anchor may have caught at a place where the cable passes over the
edge of a sharp rock, which soon cuts it off, in consequence of the
motion. Then the ship must go on shore.

"At other times," continued the captain, "the ground for the anchor is
too soft, instead of being too hard; and the flukes, therefore, do not
take a firm hold of it. Then the anchor will drag. Every sea that
strikes the ship drives her a little in toward the shore, and she is, of
course, in great danger."

The captain would, perhaps, have gone on still further in his
conversation with the children, had it not happened that just at this
time, on rising to look out forward, he saw a large ship, under full
sail, coming down the channel. So he rose, and went up upon one of the
paddle boxes, to see that a proper lookout was kept, to avoid a
collision.

The seas which lie between England and Ireland are so wide, and they are
so provided with lighthouses and buoys, that no pilot is necessary for
the navigation of them; and the pilot boats, therefore, which contain
the pilot who is to take the vessel into port, generally await the
arrival of the ship off the month of the Mersey, at a place which the
steamer reaches about twenty-four hours after making Cape Clear. When
the steamer in which Rollo made his voyage arrived at this place, almost
all the passengers came on deck to witness the operation of taking the
pilot on board. There were ships and steamers to be seen on every side,
proceeding in different directions--some going across to Ireland, some
southwardly out to sea; and there were others, still, which were, like
the steamer, bound in to Liverpool. Among these, there was a small
vessel at a distance from the steamer, with a certain signal flying.
This signal was to show that this boat was the one which contained the
pilot whose turn it was to take the steamer in. The captain gave the
proper orders to the helmsman, and the steamer gradually turned from her
course, so as to approach the spot where the pilot boat was lying. As
she came near, a little skiff was seen at the stern of the pilot boat,
with men getting into it. In a moment more, the skiff pushed off and
rowed toward the steamer. A sailor stood on a sort of platform abaft the
wheel house to throw the men in the skiff a rope when they came near.
The engine was stopped, and the monstrous steampipe commenced blowing
off the steam, which, being now no longer employed to work the engine,
it would be dangerous to keep pent up. The steam, in issuing from the
pipe, produced a dense cloud of smoke and a terrific roaring.

In the mean time, the skiff approached the ship, and the men on board
of it caught the rope thrown to them by the sailor on the platform. By
this rope they were drawn up to the side of the ship at a place where
there was a ladder; and then the pilot, leaving the skiff, clambered up
and came on board. The men in the skiff then pushed off and turned to go
back toward the pilot boat. The roaring of the steam suddenly ceased,
the paddle wheels began again to revolve, and the ship recommenced her
motion. The pilot went up upon the paddle box and gave orders to the
helmsman how to steer, while the captain came down. His responsibility
and care in respect to the navigation of the ship for that voyage was
now over.

In fact, the passengers began to consider the voyage as ended. They all
went to work packing up their trunks, adjusting their dress, changing
their caps for hats, and making other preparations for the land.

As the time drew nigh for going on shore, Jennie began to feel some
apprehension on the subject, inasmuch as, judging from all the
formidable preparations which she saw going on around her, she inferred
that landing in Liverpool from an Atlantic steamer must be a very
different thing from going on shore at New York after a voyage down the
Hudson. As for Rollo, his feelings were quite the reverse from
Jennie's. He not only felt no solicitude on the subject, but he began to
be quite ambitious of going ashore alone--that is, without any one to
take charge of him.

"We shall get along, Jennie, very well indeed," said Rollo. "I asked one
of the passengers about it. The custom-house officers will come and look
into our trunks, to see if we have got any smuggled goods in them. They
won't find any in ours, I can tell them. Then all I have got to do is,
to ask one of the cabmen to take us in his cab, and carry us to a
hotel."

"To what hotel?" asked Jennie.

"Why--I don't know," said Rollo, rather puzzled. "To the best hotel.
I'll just tell him to the best hotel."

"Well," said Jennie, "and what then?"

"Well,--and then,"--said Rollo, looking a little perplexed again, and
speaking rather doubtingly,--"then,--why, I suppose that father will
send somebody there to find us."

Jennie was not convinced; but she had nothing more to say, and so she
was silent.

Rollo's plan, however, of taking care of himself in the landing seemed
not likely to be realized; for there were not less than three different
arrangements made, on the evening of the arrival, for taking care of
him. In the first place, his father and mother were at the Adelphi
Hotel, in Liverpool, awaiting the arrival of the steamer, and intending
to go on board as soon as the guns should announce her coming. In the
second place, Mr. Chauncy, Maria's brother, said that they should go
with him and Maria. He would take the children, he said, to a hotel, and
then take immediate measures to find out where Mr. Holiday was. In the
third place, the captain came to Rollo just after sunset, and made a
similar proposal.

Rollo, not knowing any thing about his father's plan, accepted Mr.
Chauncy's offer; and then, when the captain came, he thanked him for his
kindness, but said that he was going with Mr. Chauncy and Maria.

"Then you will go in the night," said the captain; "for Mr. Chauncy is
the bearer of despatches."

Rollo did not understand what the captain meant by this, though it was
afterward explained to him. The explanation was this: Every steamer,
besides the passengers, carries the mails. The mails, containing all the
letters and papers that are passing between the two countries, are
conveyed in a great number of canvas and leather bags, and sometimes in
tin boxes; enough, often, to make several cartloads. Besides these
mails, which contain the letters of private citizens, the government of
the United States has always a bag full of letters and papers which are
to be sent to the American minister in London, for his instruction.
These letters and papers are called the government despatches. They are
not sent with the mails, but are intrusted usually to some one of the
passengers--a gentleman known to the government as faithful and
trustworthy. This passenger is called the bearer of despatches.

Now, the steamers, when they arrive at Liverpool, cannot usually go
directly up to the pier, because the water is not deep enough there,
except at particular states of the tide. They accordingly have to anchor
in the stream, at some distance from the shore. As soon as they anchor,
whether it is by day or by night, a small steamer comes alongside to get
the mails and the despatches; for they must be landed immediately, so as
to proceed directly to London by the first train. The bearer of
despatches, together with his family, or those whom he has directly
under his charge, are, of course, allowed to go on shore in the small
steamer with the despatch bag, but the rest of the passengers have to
wait to have their trunks and baggage examined by the custom-house
officers. If the vessel gets to Liverpool in the night, they have to
wait until the next morning. This was what the captain meant by saying,
that, if the children went on shore with Mr. Chauncy, they would go in
the night; for he then expected to get to his anchoring ground so that
the boat for the mails would come off to the ship at about half past
twelve.

Accordingly, that evening, when bedtime came, Maria and the children did
not go to bed, but they lay down upon the couches and in their berths,
in their dayclothes, awaiting the summons which they expected to receive
when the small steamer should come. In the mean time, the ship went on,
sometimes going very slowly, and sometimes stopping altogether, in order
to avoid a collision with some other vessel which was coming in her way.
The night was foggy and dark, so that her progress, to be safe, was
necessarily slow. At length, Maria and the children, tired of waiting
and watching, all three fell asleep. They were, however, suddenly
aroused from their slumbers about midnight by the chambermaid, who came
into their state room and told them that Mr. Chauncy was ready.

They rose and hurried up on deck. Their trunks had been taken up before
them. When they reached the deck, they found Mr. Chauncy there and the
captain, and with them two or three rather rough-looking men, in shaggy
coats, examining their trunks by the light of lanterns which they held
in their hands. The examination was very slight. The men merely lifted
up the things in the corners a little, and, finding that there appeared
to be nothing but clothing in the trunks, they said, "All right!" and
then shut them up again. All this time the steampipe of the little
steamer alongside kept up such a deafening roar that it was almost
impossible to hear what was said.

The way of descent to get down from the deck of the great steamer to the
little one was very steep and intricate, and it seemed doubly so on
account of the darkness and gloom of the night. In the first place, you
had to climb up three or four steps to get to the top of the bulwarks;
then to go down a long ladder, which landed you on the top of the paddle
box of the steamer. From this paddle box you walked along a little way
over what they called a bridge; and then there was another flight of
stairs leading to the deck. As all these stairs, and also the sides of
both the steamers, were painted black, and as the water looked black and
gloomy too, the whole being only faintly illuminated by the lurid glare
of the lanterns held by the men, the prospect was really very
disheartening. Maria said, when she reached the top of the bulwark and
looked down, that she should never dare to go down there in the world.

She was, however, a sensible girl, and as she knew very well that there
could not be any real danger in such a case, she summoned all her
resolution and went on. Men stood below, at the different
landing-places, to help her, and her brother handed her down from above.
Mr. Chauncy, as soon as he saw that she had safely descended, was going
to attend to the children, but just at that instant he missed his
despatch bag. He asked where it was. Some said they believed it had gone
down the slide. There was a sort of slide by the side of the ladder,
where the mails and trunks had been sent down. Some said it had gone
down this slide; others did not know. So he directed the children to
wait a moment while he went down to see. He accordingly descended the
ladder, and began to look about in a hurried manner to see if he could
find it. The men on board the steamer, in the mean while, were impatient
to cut loose from the ship, the mail agent having called out to them to
make haste, or they would be too late for the train. Accordingly, some
of them stood by the ladder, ready to take it down; while others seized
the ropes and prepared to cast them off at a moment's notice, as soon
as they should hear that the despatch bag was found. They did not know
that the children were at the top of the ladder, waiting to come on
board; for it was so dark that nothing could be seen distinctly except
where the lanterns were directly shining, and the noise made by the
roaring of the steamer was so great that very little could be heard.

Mr. Chauncy found the despatch bag very soon in the after part of the
vessel, where somebody had put it in a safe place. As soon as he saw it,
he said, "Ah, here it is. All right!"

"All right! all right!" said the sailors around him, repeating his words
in a loud tone, when they heard him say that the despatch bag was found.
Mr. Chauncy immediately hurried back to go up the ladder to the
children; but he was too late. On hearing the words "all right!" the men
had immediately drawn down the ladder, and cast off the fastenings, so
that, by the time that Mr. Chauncy reached the paddle box, the noise of
the steampipe had suddenly stopped, the paddle wheels were beginning to
revolve, and the little steamer was gliding rapidly away from the vast
and towering mass under which it had been lying.

"The children!" exclaimed Mr. Chauncy, "the children!"

"Never mind," said the captain, in a very quiet tone. "It's too late
now. I'll take care of them to-morrow morning."

The captain spoke in a manner as calm and unconcerned as if the children
being left in this way was not a matter of the slightest consequence in
the world. In fact, the commanders of these steamships, being accustomed
to encounter continually all sorts of emergencies, difficulties, and
dangers, get in the habit of taking every thing very coolly, which is,
indeed, always the best way.

Then, turning to the children, he said,--

"It's all right, children. Go below and get into your berths again, and
I will send you on shore to-morrow morning when the rest of the
passengers go."

So Rollo and Jennie went below again. The chambermaid was surprised to
see them coming back; and when she heard an explanation of the case, she
advised them to undress themselves and go to bed regularly. This they
did, and were soon fast asleep.

The next morning, very soon after sunrise, another steamer came off from
the shore, bringing several custom-house officers to examine the
passengers' baggage. By the time that this steamer had arrived, a great
many of the passengers were up, and had their trunks ready on deck to
be examined. Among the rest was Hilbert with his trunk, though his
father and mother were not yet ready. Hilbert was very anxious to get on
shore, and so he had got his trunk up, and was all ready on the deck
half an hour before the steamer came.

When the tug[D] came alongside, Hilbert, who was looking down upon her
from the promenade deck, observed a neatly-dressed looking man on board
of it, who seemed to be looking at him very earnestly. This was Mr.
Holiday's servant. His name was Alfred. When Mr. Holiday had gone to bed
the night before, he had given Alfred orders that in case the steamer
should come in in the night, or at a very early hour in the morning,
before it would be safe for him, as an invalid, to go out, he, Alfred,
was to go on board, find the children, and bring them on shore.
Accordingly, when Alfred saw Hilbert, and observed that he was of about
the same size as Rollo had been described to him to be, he supposed that
it must be Rollo. Accordingly, as soon as the tug was made fast, he came
up the ladder, and immediately made his way to the promenade deck, to
the place where Hilbert was standing. As he approached Hilbert, he
touched his hat, and then said, in a very respectful tone,--

[Footnote D: They often call these small steamers that ply about harbors
_tugs_, from the fact that they are employed in towing vessels.
Sometimes they are called _tenders_.]

"Beg pardon, sir. Is this Master Holiday?"

"Rollo, do you mean?" said Hilbert. "No. Rollo went ashore last night
with the bearer of despatches."

Hilbert knew that this was the arrangement which had been made, and he
supposed that it had been carried into effect.

Alfred, who was a very faithful and trustworthy man, and was accustomed
to do every thing thoroughly, was not fully satisfied with this
information, coming as it did from a boy; but he waited some little
time, and made inquiries of other passengers. At last, one gentleman
told him that he was sure that Rollo had gone on shore, for he saw him
and his sister pass up out of the cabin when the mail tug came. He was
sitting up in the cabin reading at the time. Alfred was satisfied with
this explanation, and so he called a small boat which was alongside, and
engaged the boatman to row him ashore.

Thus the second plan for taking care of Rollo and Jennie, in the
landing, failed.

All this time Rollo and Jennie were both asleep--for the chambermaid,
thinking that they must be tired from having been up so late the night
before, concluded to let them sleep as long as possible. While they were
sleeping, the waiters on board the ship were all employed in carrying up
trunks, and boxes, and carpet bags, and bundles of canes and umbrellas,
from all the state rooms, and spreading them about upon the decks, where
the custom-house officers could examine them. The decks soon, of course,
presented in every part very bustling and noisy scenes. Passengers were
hurrying to and fro. Some were getting their baggage together for
examination; some were unstrapping their trunks; and others, having
unstrapped theirs, were now fumbling in their pockets, in great
distress, to find the keys. It is always an awkward thing to lose a
trunk key; but the most unfortunate of all possible times for meeting
with this calamity is when a custom-house officer is standing by,
waiting to examine what your trunk contains. Those who could not find
their keys were obliged to stand aside and let others take their turn.
As fast as the trunks were inspected, the lid of each was shut down, and
it was marked with chalk; and then, as soon as it was locked and
strapped again, a porter conveyed it to the tug, where the owner
followed it, ready to go on shore.

In the midst of this scene the captain came on deck, and began to look
around for the children whom he had promised to take care of. He made
some inquiries for them, and at length was told that they had gone
ashore.

"At least, I _think_ they have gone," said his informant. "I saw Mr.
Holiday's coachman here, inquiring for them, a short time ago. And he
seems to be gone. I presume he has taken them ashore."

"He can't have taken them ashore," said the captain. "There is nothing
to go ashore till this tug goes. However, I presume he has got them
under his charge somewhere."

So the captain dismissed the subject from his mind; and after remaining
a few minutes on deck, and seeing that every thing was going on well, he
went below into his state room, in order to write a letter to the owners
of the ship, to inform them of the safe termination of the voyage.

It was about this time that the chambermaid waked Rollo and Jennie. They
rose immediately, and were soon dressed. On going up upon the deck, they
were somewhat surprised to witness the bustling scenes that were
enacting there; and they stood for a few minutes surveying the various
groups, and watching with great interest the process of examining the
baggage. At length, after following the process through in the case of
one of the passengers, who was just opening his trunk when they came up,
Rollo turned to Jennie, and said,--

"It is nothing at all, Jennie. I can do it as well as any body."

So he looked about till he found his trunk, and, leading Jennie there,
he took his station by the side of it, and immediately proceeded to
unstrap and unlock it. He took out some of the largest things from the
top of the trunk and put them on a settee near, so that the officer
could easily examine the rest. By the time he had done this, an officer
was ready.

"Is this your trunk, my lad?" said the officer, at the same time lifting
up the clothes a little at the corners.

"Yes, sir," said Rollo.

"All right," said the officer; and he shut down the lid, and marked the
top with a P.

Rollo opened his trunk again to put the other things in, and then locked
and strapped it. A porter then took it and carried it on board the
tender. Rollo and Jennie followed him.

In about half an hour the tender put off from the steamer and went to
the shore. On the way, Jennie, who could not help feeling some anxiety
about the result of these formidable proceedings, said, timidly,--

"I don't see what we are going to do, Rollo, when we get to the shore."

"We will do what the rest do," said Rollo.

As soon as the steamer touched the pier and began to blow off her steam,
a terrific scene of noise and confusion ensued. Rollo and Jennie stood
near their trunk, overawed and silenced; but yet Rollo was not, after
all, much afraid, for he felt confident that it would all come out right
in the end. He was right in this supposition; for as soon as some fifty
of the most impatient and eager of the passengers had got their baggage,
and had gone ashore, the tumult subsided in a great measure. At length,
a porter, after taking away a great many trunks near Rollo, asked him if
that trunk, pointing to Rollo's, was to go on shore. Rollo said that it
was. So the porter took it up and went away, Rollo and Jennie following
him.

They made their way through the crowd, and across the plank, to the
pier. When they had got upon the pier, the porter turned and said, "Do
you want a carriage?" Rollo answered, "Yes;" and then the porter
immediately put the trunk upon the top of a small carriage which was
standing there in a line with many others. He then opened the door, and
Rollo and Jennie got in.

"How much to pay, sir?" said Rollo.

"Sixpence, if you please, sir," said the porter.

Rollo, who had had the precaution to provide himself with silver change,
so as to be ready, gave the man a sixpence. Of course, it was an English
sixpence.

"Thank you, sir," said the porter. "Where shall he drive?"

"To the hotel," said Rollo.

"To what hotel?" said the porter.

"Why--I don't know," said Rollo. "To--to the best hotel."

"To the Adelphi," said the porter to the coachman. So saying, he shut
the door, and the coachman drove away.

When they arrived at the door of the hotel, the landlord, who came out
to see who had come, supposed at once that his new guests must be Mr.
Holiday's children; so he sent them up immediately to their father's
parlor, where the breakfast table had been set, and their father, and
mother, and Thanny were waiting for them. The joy of their parents at
seeing them was unbounded, and they themselves were almost equally
rejoiced in finding their long voyage brought thus to a safe and happy
termination.

In respect to Tiger, however, the end of the voyage was unfortunately
not so propitious. In the confusion of the landing she was forgotten,
and left behind; and Jennie was so excited and overjoyed at meeting her
mother, that it was nearly noon before she thought of the kitten at all.
Her father then sent Alfred on board the ship to see if he could get
her. He came back with the cage, but he said that the kitten was nowhere
to be found. He made diligent inquiry, but he could obtain no tidings of
her--and no tidings were ever afterward heard. Whether she fell
overboard and was drowned; or whether the waiters on the ship took a
fancy to her, and hid her away somewhere in the forecastle, in order to
keep her for their pet and plaything in future voyages; or whether she
walked over the plank to the pier, when the ship came alongside of it,
and there got enticed away by the Liverpool cats into the various
retreats and recesses which they resort to among the docks and
sewers,--could never be known. At all events, neither Jennie nor Rollo
ever saw or heard of her again.


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POPULAR JUVENILE BOOKS.

ROLLO'S TOUR IN EUROPE.

Ten volumes, 16mo, cloth. Being a new series of Rollo Rooks. By REV.
JACOB ABBOTT. Beautifully illustrated. Rollo on the Atlantic--Rollo in
Paris--Rollo in Switzerland--Rollo on the Rhine--Rollo in London--Rollo
in Scotland--Rollo in Geneva--Rollo in Holland--Rollo in Naples--Rollo
in Rome. Price per vol. 50 cts.

MY UNCLE TOBY'S LIBRARY.

By FRANCIS FORRESTER, ESQ., consisting of twelve volumes, elegantly
bound, and illustrated with upwards of SIXTY beautiful engravings. Each
book is printed in large and splendid type, upon superior paper. Price
per vol. 25 cts.

THE SUMMER HOUSE STORIES.

By the author of "Daisy," "Violet," &c. Elegantly illustrated by
Billings. Six volumes. Price per vol. 63 cts.

This series is designed to sketch attractively and simply the wonders of
reptile and insect existences, the changes of trees, rocks, rivers,
clouds, and winds. This is done by a family of children writing letters,
both playful and serious, which are addressed to all children whom the
books may reach.

THE MARTIN AND NELLIE STORIES.

By JOSEPHINE FRANKLIN. Twelve volumes, 16mo, cloth. Illustrated by
Billings and others. Price per vol. 50 cts.

The object of these stories is the inculcation, in a quiet, simple way,
of the principles of good nature, kindness, and integrity among
children. They consist of the usual pathetic and mirthful incidents that
constitute boy and girl life.

THE GLEN MORRIS STORIES.

By FRANCIS FORRESTER, author of "My Uncle Toby's Library." Five vols.
16mo, cloth. Beautifully illustrated. Price per vol. 63 cts.

The purpose of the "Glen Morris Stories" is to sow the seed of pure,
noble, manly character in the mind of our great nation's childhood. They
exhibit the virtues and vices of childhood, not in prosy, unreadable
precepts, but in a series of characters which move before the
Imagination, as living beings do before the senses.

PICTURES FROM THE HISTORY OF THE SWISS.

One volume, 16mo. Price 67 cts.

A very instructive and entertaining Juvenile, designed for children from
ten to fifteen years of age.

PICTURES FROM THE HISTORY OF SPAIN.

By the author of "Pictures from the History of the Swiss." A new volume
just published. Price 67 cts.

LIFE AND ADVENTURES OF WHITENOSE WOODCHUCK.

One volume, 16mo. Price 38 cts.

Intended especially for younger children, and illustrated with numerous
engravings, by Billings.

In addition to the above. B. & T. publish a great variety of Toy and
Juvenile Books, suited to the wants of children of all ages.


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AN INTERESTING BOOK FOR SCHOLARS.

The Boys have long desired such a Book.

THE UNIVERSAL SPEAKER:

CONTAINING A COLLECTION OF

SPEECHES, DIALOGUES, AND RECITATIONS,

ADAPTED TO THE USE OF SCHOOLS, ACADEMIES, AND SOCIAL CIRCLES.

Edited by N. A. Calkins and W. T. Adams.

The excellences of this work consist, in part, of its entire
originality, of its more than usual adaptation to the wants of our High
Schools and Academies, and of the systematic arrangement of its
selections for declamation and for elocutionary practice. Those in Part
Second were prepared by Prof. Wm. Russell, the eminent elocutionist,
expressly for this work. The publishers feel assured that in presenting
this work to Teachers and Scholars, they are offering them no revision
of old matter with which they have long been familiar, but an original
work, full of new, interesting, and instructive pieces, for the varied
purposes for which it is designed.

In 1 vol. 12mo. Price $1.

The instructions in declamation are so complete and accompanied by such
ample illustrations relative to position and gestures of the student,
that the "Universal Speaker" needs only to be seen to become what its
name indicates--universal.--Rochester Repository.

The pieces are judiciously selected, and the book is very attractive in
its appearance--Connecticut School Journal.

We find, upon close inspection, that the work contains much fresh
matter, which will be acceptable to schools and students, particularly
in the department of dialogues of which there is a great dearth of
really good and FIT matter in most speakers.--United States Journal.

They are all school-like, the dialogues being illustrative of scenes in
common life, including some first-rate conversations pertinent to
school-room duties and trials. The speeches are brief and energetic. It
will meet with favor.--R. I. Schoolmaster.

The selection has been made with a great deal of foresight and taste, by
men who are highly esteemed as elocutionists, writers, or teachers. The
notation, the directions and cuts appended to the pieces, will be found
useful to those who use them.--Mass. Teacher.

Looking it over hastily, we notice many admirable selections from the
best authors, and as the book is entirely fresh, the matter never having
appeared in previous readers or speakers, it cannot fail to be a welcome
addition to the books of its class.--Springfield Republican.

In this they have succeeded, and have also been fortunate in the
selection. The book contains a larger number of dialogues than any we
have seen, and they are mostly relative to school children and school
affairs.--Penn. School Journal.


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INSTRUCTION AND AMUSEMENT.

PICTURES

FROM THE

HISTORY OF THE SWISS.

In 1 vol. 16mo. 262 pages. Price 75 cents.

WITH CHARACTERISTIC ILLUSTRATIONS,

DESIGNED BY HAMMETT BILLINGS

It is not generally known that the early history of the Swiss abounds in
the most thrilling and interesting stories, of which that of Wm. Tell
shooting the apple from the head of his son, by order of the tyrant
Gessler, so familiar to every child, is but a specimen. The present
volume, while it introduces the youthful reader to many of the scenes
through which the brave Swiss passed in recovering their liberty, also
narrates many stories of peculiar interest and romance, every way equal
to that of Tell. Among those we may name,

The Thievish Raven, and the Mischief he caused.

How the Wives and Daughters of Zurich saved the City.

How the City of Lucerne was saved by a Boy.

The Baker's Apprentice.

How a Wooden Figure raised Troops in the Valois.

Little Roza's Offering.

A Little Theft, and what happened in consequence.

The Angel of the Camp.

With twenty-one other similar stories.


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A NEW SERIES OF JUVENILES.

THE SUMMER-HOUSE SERIES.

BY THE AUTHOR OF "VIOLET," "DAISY," ETC.

The first volume of what the publishers sincerely believe will be the
most popular series of Juvenile Books yet issued, is now ready, entitled

OUR SUMMER-HOUSE, AND WHAT WAS SAID AND DONE IN IT.

In 1 vol. 16 mo. Price 62 cents.

Handsomely Illustrated by HAMMETT BILLINGS.

From the author's Preface:--

"The Summer-House Series of children's books, of which the present
volume is the first, is an attempt to sketch attractively and simply the
wonders of reptile and insect existence, the changes of trees, rocks,
rivers, clouds and winds.

"To this end a family of intelligent children, of various ages, collected
in a garden summer-house, are supposed to write letters and stories,
sometimes playful, sometimes serious, addressing them to all children
whom the books may reach.

"The author has hoped, by thus awakening the quick imagination and ready
sympathies of the young, to lead them to use their own eyes, and hearts,
and hands, in that plentiful harvest-field of life, where 'the reapers
indeed are few.'"

Among the stories in the present volume are the following:--

Bessie's Garden,

One of the most touching and affecting stories we have read for many a
day.

The Lancers.

A most humorous story, with a never-to-be-forgotten moral, inculcating
contentment.

The Working Fairies.

In this story Industry is held up for attainment, and Idleness receives
a severe rebuke. The style and language, though perfectly intelligible
to children, are worthy of a Beecher.

The Princess.

A story of wrong and suffering.

Little Red-Head.

A true story of a bird.

The Little Preacher.

A sweet story, introducing bird and insect life, and conveying more
truth and instruction to children, than can be found in a dozen ordinary
sermons.

TAGGARD & THOMPSON, Publishers,
29 CORNHILL, BOSTON.