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It was the fourth day of the long calers, and under it sat Lestrange, trying to read, and the children trying to play The heat and uid in rub

As for E-doll lay a yard away from her on the poop deck, unnursed; even the wretched box and its whereabouts she seeotten

"Daddy!" suddenly cried Dick, who had cla over the after-rail

"What?"

"Fish!"

Lestrange rose to his feet, careen of the water sohastly form It vanished; and yet another came, neared the surface, and displayed itself e saw its eyes, he saw the dark fin, and the whole hideous length of the creature; a shudder ran through hiuess, daddy, I'd pull him aboard if I had a hook Why haven't I a hook, daddy? Why haven't I a hook, daddy?-- Ow, you're SQUEEZIN' e's coat: it was Emmeline--she also wanted to look He lifted her up in his arms; her little pale face peeped over the rail, but there was nothing to see: the forreen depths untroubled and unstained

"What's they called, daddy?" persisted Dick, as his father took him down from the rail, and led hie, whose face was covered with perspiration

He picked up the book he had been reading--it was a volu at the white sunlit ing

The sea had disclosed to him a vision Poetry, Philosophy, Beauty, Art, the love and joy of life--was it possible that these should exist in the salanced at the book upon his knees, and contrasted the beautiful things in it which he res that aiting for their food under the keel of the ship

It was three bells--half-past three in the afternoon--and the ship's bell had just rung out The stewardess appeared to take the children below; and as they vanished down the saloon coe ca over the sea on the port side, where a bank of fog had suddenly appeared like the spectre of a country