n I felt a light breeze blowing from the land. The sails were
let fall, and the crew making another desperate effort, the schooner
glided away up to her anchors. No time was lost in weighing them. I
thought the crew would have shouted to show their satisfaction, but not
a sound was uttered. Onward she glided, keeping close in-shore.

My heart sank within me, and my hopes of escaping from the vile slave
ship vanished. The lead was kept going. I felt sure that no stranger
would venture to stand in so close to the coast as we were doing. On we
stood till the Spanish seamen seemed satisfied that they had made good
their escape from the boats of the cruiser. As the schooner had by this
time nearly a full cargo of slaves, I feared that she would not again
touch on the coast, and that I was destined to make a voyage on board
the hateful craft across the Atlantic.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE SPANIARDS BELIEVING THE MAN-OF-WAR TO BE FAR AWAY, STEER TO THE
WESTWARD.--WE SIGHT HER, AND SHE CHASES US.--CRUEL DEVICE OF THE
SLAVER'S CREW TO ASSIST THEIR ESCAPE.--PAUL, AMONG OTHERS, BEING THROWN
OVERBOARD THAT THE MAN-OF-WAR MIGHT HAVE TO PICK THEM UP; I FEAR THAT HE
HAS BEEN LOST.--MY LIFE PRESERVED BY ONE OF THE OFFICERS, WHEN
THREATENED BY THE SLAVER'S CREW.--THE SCHOONER ESCAPES, BUT DISMASTED IN
A GALE, AND AGAIN OVERTAKEN.--PAUL AND MY COUSIN JACK COME ON BOARD, AND
I JOIN THE CORVETTE AS A MIDSHIPMAN.--RETURNING TO ENGLAND I RESTORE
CHEEBO TO HIS MOTHER.--MY ADVENTURES SHOW THAT "ALL WORKS TOGETHER FOR
GOOD TO THEM WHO LOVE GOD."--JACK BECOMES A COMMANDER, MARRIES MY SISTER
MARY, AND I FIND AMPLE MEANS FOR SUPPORTING THE REST OF MY DEAR SISTERS.

The schooner ran on during the night, keeping the coast close aboard to
enjoy the advantage of the land breeze. I managed to get a word with
Paul to ask him whether he thought there was a probability of her making
her escape. "I pray God for the poor slaves," he answered, "and hope
English cruiser still catch her."

As may be supposed a very bright look-out was kept for the cruiser. As
the day advanced she was no where to be seen, and the captain, anxious
to make as quick a run as possible across the Atlantic, the vessel's
head was turned to the westward, the wind still blowing off shore.
Still, however, a haze hung over the ocean, sufficiently thick to
prevent objects being seen in the far distance. This seemed still
further to favour the escape of the slaver.

We had g