he raging waters. I succeeded at length in scrambling out of
their reach, and lay down on a dry ledge to rest. I must have dropped
to sleep or fainted from fatigue. When I came to myself, the sun was
up, and I heard voices below me. The tide had fallen, and numbers of
country people were scrambling along the rocks, and picking up whatever
was thrown on shore. I managed to get on my feet and wave to them.
Several came up to me, and the tones of their voices showed me at once
that they were Irish.

Out of the whole crew, I was the only person who had been saved, and I
was very doubtful how I might be treated. However, I wronged them. It
was a matter of dispute among several who should take charge of me; and
at length a young woman, whose cottage was not far off, carried me up to
it. She and her husband gave me the best of everything they had; that
is to say, as many potatoes and as much buttermilk and bacon as I could
swallow. I was so eager to get home that, after a night's rest, I told
them I wished to start on my journey. I was, I knew, on the west of
Ireland, and I hoped that, if I could manage to get to Cork, I might
from thence find means of crossing to England. Though my host had no
money to give me, he agreed to drive me twenty miles on the way,
promising to find a friend who would pass me on; and his wife pressed on
me a change of linen, and a few other articles in a bundle. With these
I started on my long journey.

I was not disappointed, for when I told my story I was fully believed,
and I often got help where I least expected it.

At length I reached Cork, where I found a vessel just sailing for
Liverpool. The captain agreed to give me a free passage, and at last I
safely landed on the shores of old England. I must confess that I had
more difficulty after this in making my way homeward, and by the time I
reached the neighbourhood of my father's house my outer clothing, at all
events, was pretty well worn to rags and tatters.

STORY ONE, CHAPTER 8.

It was the early summer when one evening I came in sight of my home.
The windows and doors were open. Without hesitation I walked up the
steps, forgetting the effect which my sudden appearance might produce on
my family. One of my youngest sisters was in the passage. I beckoned
to her.

"What do you want?" she asked; "you must not stop here; go away."

"What! don't you know me?" I asked.

"No," she answered; "who are you?"

"Jack--yo