b Roy_ and his boat's crew. Then,
when I told the captain how good they had been to us, he sent his boat
back to the ship, and had fetched for them wood and knives and iron and
needles, in such great abundance that they set up a _yeh, yeh_, in
consequence, which, for anything I know to the contrary, may be going on
even to this present time.

"But what was the happiness of the savages compared to ours? Our
feelings cannot be described. It seemed almost as if we had come from
death to life. We could hardly believe our eyes,--that this was the ship
we had so long hoped for, this the rescue we had so often despaired of.
We cried with very joy, and behaved like two crazy people. The captain
of the _Rob Roy_ laughed good-naturedly at us, and proposed at once to
hurry us off aboard his ship.

"We kept our promise to give Eatum all our property; but the captain of
the _Rob Roy_ wanted 'Old Crumply' and 'The Dean's Delight,' and our pot
and lamp, and some other things; so he gave Eatum other valuables in
place of them. Then we took leave of our savage friends, which we of
course did not do without some feelings of sorrow and regret at parting
from them, remembering as we did how kind they had been to us, and how
they had rescued us from our unhappy situation; and the savages seemed a
little sorry too. First came Eatum and Mrs. Eatum, and then the two
little Eatums (Mop-head and Gimlet-eyes) that I had so often played
with; then Old Grim and Big-toes and Little-nose; and Awak, the walrus,
and Kossuit; and the two young ladies who might have been our wives: and
then all the rest of them, big and little, old and young.

"Then off we went to the _Rob Roy_; and a fair wind coming soon, the ice
began to move away from the land, the Rob Roy's sails were unfurled to
the fresh breeze, and now, with hearts turned thankfully to Heaven for
our deliverance, we were again afloat upon the blue water,--whither
bound we did not know, but _homeward_ in the end."

"O, how glad you must have been!" said Fred.

"How splendidly the rescue and all that comes round," said William;
"just like it does in all the printed books. Why, Captain Hardy, it
couldn't have been better if you'd made the story up, it looks so
_real_!"

While, as for little Alice, she never said a word, but only looked upon
the old man wonderingly.

CHAPTER XX.

Brings the Holidays of the Little People and the Story
of the Old Man to an End.

Again the Mariner's