the passage; at all events, Alfred
will, I'm very sure."

Captain Lumley shook hands with Mr and Mrs Campbell, bowed to the rest
of the cabin party, and quitted the ship. As he went over the side, he
observed to Alfred, "I perceive you have some attractions in your party.
It is quite melancholy to think that those pretty cousins of yours
should be buried in the woods of Canada. To-morrow, at nine o'clock,
then, I shall expect you.--Adieu!"

Although the idea of Alfred leaving them during the passage out was not
pleasant, Mr and Mrs Campbell were most happy at the chance which had
offered itself for their son's advantage, and seemed in good spirits
when he took leave of them on the following morning.

"Captain Wilson, you sail so well, that I hope you will keep close to us
all the passage out," observed Alfred, as he was taking leave.

"Except you happen to come to action with an enemy, and then I shall
haul off to a respectful distance, Mr Alfred," replied Captain Wilson,
laughing.

"That, of course. Cannon-balls were never invented for ladies, although
they have no objection to balls--have they, Emma? Well, good-bye! once
more. You can often see me with the spy-glass, if you feel inclined.
Recollect that."

Alfred shoved off in the boat, and was soon on board of the
_Portsmouth_. The following day they sailed with a fair wind and
moderate weather, the convoy now increased to 120 vessels.

We must leave Mr and Mrs Campbell and family on board the _London
Merchant_, and follow Alfred in the _Portsmouth_, during the passage to
Quebec.

For several days the weather was moderate, although the wind was not
always fair, and the convoy was kept together, and in good order. The
_London Merchant_ was never far from the _Portsmouth_, and Alfred
employed a large portion of his time, when he was not keeping his watch,
in keeping his spy-glass upon the vessel, and watching the motions of
his cousins and the rest of the family. On board of the _London
Merchant_ they were similarly occupied, and very often a handkerchief
was waved by way of salute and recognition.

At last they arrived off the banks of Newfoundland, and were shrouded in
a heavy fog, the men-of-war constantly firing guns, to inform the
merchant-ships in what direction they were to steer, and the
merchant-vessels of the convoy ringing their bells to warn each other,
that they might not be run foul of.

The fog lasted two days, and was still continu