eeding
with him. His uncle was, however, brought up day after day, refusing to
acknowledge himself guilty, warning his persecutors of the punishment
which was soon to overtake them. Old Rullock employed himself in making
interest with various people in the place, to obtain the liberation of
his friend, warning them that though Master William Penn might not take
vengeance on them, there was a certain Colonel Markham, who would be
influenced by no such scruples. The result was, that not only young
Wenlock, but old Christison, was set at liberty.

"Nephew, I have wealth," exclaimed his uncle, "and I rejoice to find one
who will inherit it. However, of one thing I am resolved, not to spend
it among this people. The account thou dost give me of the new colony
has made me resolve to go and end my days there; and we will together
leave in the vessel that brought thee hither, as soon as she is ready to
sail."

Although the Friends were no longer persecuted at Boston, as may be
supposed, it was not a pleasant city for them to reside in. A
considerable number, therefore, set sail on board the _Amity_, which had
a prosperous voyage to the Delaware.

CHAPTER TWENTY.

We left the _Amity_ sailing up the Delaware. During her absence, a
number of vessels had arrived both from England and from Dutch and
German ports, and it pleasant to those interested in the welfare of the
colony to see them land their passengers and cargoes, the former often
collected in picturesque spots on the banks, under the shelter of white
tents, yellow wigwams, dark brown log huts, and sometime green arbours
of boughs. Off Chester a shattered weather-beaten bark was seen at
anchor. Here also the _Amity_ came to an anchor, although news was
brought on board that the governor had already selected the site of his
capital on the point of land at the junction of the Delaware and the
Schuylkill. Wenlock turned his eyes towards the shattered vessel, and
naturally inquired who she was.

"Oh, she is the long lost _Concord_!" was the answer.

Wild agitation filled his bosom as he heard these words, but it was
succeeded by fear.

"What have become of the passengers, then?" he asked.

"Some of them died, but others arrived in her. She was cast away on an
island, and only with great difficulty was at length got off."

"But where are they?" asked Wenlock.

"Most of them are at Chester, though some have gone off to the new
city," was the answer.