nk 'll
be useful out yonder. Knives and string, and--look you, Master George,
strikes me as a few hooks and lines wouldn't be amiss. A few good fish
in a frying-pan, cooked as Sarah can cook 'em, arn't to be sneezed at
now and then."

He gave us both a sharp nod, and hastily followed his wife, while I
stayed to pester my father with endless questions about our new home.

CHAPTER TWO.

The month which followed was one scene of excitement to me. We went
into lodgings in Bristol, and my father seemed to be always busy making
purchases, or seeing the different gentlemen who were going out with us
in the same ship.

I recollect many of their faces. There was the General, a firm,
kindly-looking man, who always seemed to me as if he could not possibly
be a soldier, he was too quiet. Then there was Colonel Preston, a
handsome, florid gentleman, ten years older than my father, and I heard
that his wife, two sons and daughter were to be of the party.

In a misty kind of way, too, I can recollect that the gentlemen who came
and had long talks with my father, used to chat about the plantations in
Virginia and Carolina, and about a charter from the King, and that the
place we were going to was to be called Georgia, because the King's name
was the same as mine.

Then, too, there was a great deal of talk about the enemy; and as I used
to sit and listen, I understood that the Spaniards were the enemy, and
that they lived in Florida. But every one laughed; and my father, I
remember, said gravely--

"I do not fear anything that the Spaniards can do to hinder us,
gentlemen, I am more disposed to dread the climate."

A great deal that followed has now, at this time of writing, become
confused and mixed up; but I can remember the cheering from the wharves
as our ship floated away with the tide, people talking about us as
adventurers, and that soon after it came on to blow, and my next
recollections are of being in a dark cabin lit by a lantern, which swung
to and fro, threatening sometimes to hit the smoky ceiling. I did not
pay much heed to it though, for I was too ill, and the only consolation
I had was that of seeing Sarah's motherly face by the dim light, and
hearing her kindly, comforting words.

Then, after a very stormy voyage, we seemed, as I recollect it, to have
glided slowly out of winter into summer, and we were off a land of
glorious sunshine at the mouth of a river, up which we sailed.

I know there was