flames didn't blaze very high, for she hadn't
any masts nor any rigging. And the light of the fire made the moonlight
look pale and white. And they watched her getting farther and farther
away as the _Industry_ sailed on her course.

"I hope," said Captain Solomon, "that there's something aboard of her to
sink her."

And just as he said that they saw the light of the fire go out suddenly,
and where it had been there was nothing but some smoke in the air and
the moon was shining brightly all around.

And that's all.

THE LIGHTHOUSE STORY

Once upon a time there was a wide river that ran into the ocean, and
beside it was a little city. And in that city was a wharf where great
ships came from far countries. And a narrow road led down a very steep
hill to that wharf and anybody that wanted to go to the wharf had to go
down the steep hill on the narrow road, for there wasn't any other way.
And because ships had come there for a great many years and all the
sailors and all the captains and all the men who had business with the
ships had to go on that narrow road, the flagstones that made the
sidewalks were much worn. That was a great many years ago.

The wharf was Captain Jonathan's and Captain Jacob's and they owned the
ships that sailed from it; and, after their ships had been sailing from
that wharf in the little city for a good many years, they changed their
office to Boston. After that their ships sailed from a wharf in Boston.

Once the brig _Industry_ was coming back from far countries to that
wharf in Boston, and little Jacob and little Sol were on her. And, when
she was nearly in sight of the end of Cape Cod, a great storm came up,
and the wind blew like Sam Hill. It blew harder than it had blown at any
time while the _Industry_ was sailing over the wide ocean to the far
countries and back again. So, at last, Captain Solomon had to turn her
around and run for it. But he ran as slow as he could, for he wanted to
get to Boston; and he growled and grumbled all the time because he had
to go the way he didn't want to.

Little Jacob had been feeling rather excited and very glad because he
was so nearly home again. But, when the _Industry_ turned around and
sailed away from Boston, he didn't feel glad any more, but he felt
rather mournful. And he was just a little bit frightened at the great
wind and at the great waves; for Captain Solomon hadn't turned around
until he was obliged to, and that was the last