STILL UNDER CANVAS.
ness, as the small craft rose and fell in the most frolicsome manner, as if indeed she were glad to feel herself once more in the water. All sorts of horrible fancies coursed through my mind : what if the wind suddenly shifted, causing those flapping sails to belly out and carry both the ships farther away ! We were hundreds of miles from land, and we had not so much as a biscuit or a drop of fresh water in the gig. Then I reviewed mentally all the terrible stagesacasting lots, glaring at each other, and c., and c., andawe were alongside. The captain disappeared below, but I of course stayed on deck talking to the emigrants. How brave and sanguine they were ; how little they seemed to heed the dreary prospect of a far-off country full of privations, where all would be up-hill work for many along year. They saw Hope pointing to the bright to-morrow, to fields ripe with golden corn, the fruit of their labour, and homesteads made glad with the merry laughter of children.
I wonder how many realized the vision ! They crowded on deck, and their a Cheer, boys, cheer/' gradually waxed fainter and fainter as we neared our own ship.
When standing once more amongst my fellow-pas-sengers, who plied me with all manner of questions, my thoughts reverted to those brave emigrants, and I dwelt with almost selfish complacency on the great difference between their prospects and our own.
Most of us were going out in the employ of a Company that reputedly paid its servants handsomely, and treated them kindly ; we were to be enrolled as units in an administration never equalled in the world's history: where all grades performed their duty con amove, and where officers were happy and contented, knit together by ties of brotherhood.
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