uck
the fore-topsail in the middle but did, not hurt either of them. The
fourth officer was washed out of his berth by a sea when he was asleep.
One of the paddles broke, but in a very short time was replaced. One of
the wheels was often entirely out of water, but no harm was done us by
any of these disasters; and on we went safe through the troubled waters.

At night, when we were planning how we should secure ourselves from
rolling about the cabin, there came a sudden lurch of the ship, and
every thing movable was sent SLAM BANG on one side of the cabin; and
such a crash of crockery in the pantry! A few minutes after came a
sound as if we had struck a rock. "What is that?" I asked of the
stewardess.

"Only a sea, ma'am," she replied. In my heart I hoped we should not
have another such box on the ear.

We had a horrid night, but the next day it grew quieter, though it was
still rough, and the wind ahead. Soon after, it grew fair, and the
captain promised us that on Monday, before twelve o'clock, we should
see Ireland; and sure enough it was so. I was on deck again just at
twelve; the sun came out of the clouds, and the mate took an
observation.

"That is worth five pounds," said he; "now I know just where we are."

Then the captain went up on the wheel-box, and we heard the welcome
sound, "Tory Island." We were then greatly rejoiced; this was the
twelfth day of our voyage. At night, for one hour, the wind blew a
gale, and the ship rocked in a very disagreeable manner; but at six
o'clock on Tuesday morning we were on deck, and there was the beautiful
Welsh coast, and Snowdon just taking off his night-cap; and soon we saw
"England, that precious stone set in a silver sea."

Next to the thought of friends whom we had parted from for so long a
time, my mind during the voyage was occupied with the idea of Columbus.
When I looked upon the rude, boundless ocean, and remembered that when
he set out with his little vessel to go to a land that no one knew any
thing of, not even that there was such a land, he was guided altogether
by his faith in its existence; that he had no sympathy, but only
opposition; that he had no charts, nothing but the compass, that sure
but mysterious guide,--the thought of his sublime courage, of his
patient faith, was so present to my mind, that it seemed as if I was
actually sometimes in his presence.

The other idea was the wonderful skill displayed in the construction of
the small, but won