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“] THOUGHT HE WAS A SAVAGE.” 87 girls, Louisa and Grace, came:on deck, and, taking a position — near the weather quarter-rail, chatted pleasantly, while watch- ‘ing the sea-birds skim over the tops and slong: ihe ridges of the rolling billows, While thus occupied, they’ heard a step beliindd them, and turning, beheld the old surgeon; who had been to the cockpit, and,.was now proceeding toward the ,cabin.., He. politely lifted his cap and was passing on, when Grace ventured to inquire as to. the condition of the invalid, yt ‘“ Hevs getting on very well,” replied. the. surgeon, “ and I have no. doubt that he will recover.” ; 7 * Does he suffer much pain ?” “ Not a great deal.” “Is he able to. speak ?”. ; * Oh, yes. I may, add ‘that I neyer islenliee heard an islander speak; s0-well.. He inquired. about. you, and upon my) informing him that you were safe and in good health, he deemed much. ‘pleased; and said that -he would like to see you.” “And surely!” cried Gee: impulsively, ‘ he should not be denied this poor gratification.” A smile flitted for an instant across the face of the surgeon. “It can do no harm,” lie. said, after a moments reflection, “so we will go to him at once.” “And I will go with you,” said Louisa, a I feel much, eym- pathy for the poor native.” - To this he could make no. objection, ‘sed g0 both aitls: were conducted to the cockpit. Upon their entrance, the sufferer, who was lying in a rude ‘bunk, turned his face toward them, when Grace uttered. an exclamation of astonishment, for she. recognized the well- known features of Guy Lering:. “ Why? How is this ?” murmured Louisa: in a low voice, “{ thought he was a savage.” ; ‘“And.so he- was, until this morning,” replied the surgeon, smiling, and, speaking in the same low tone, “when he called for soap. and water, and, by washing the Stains from his face, he. transformed himself into a white man; after which he informed me that his name’was Guy Loring, and that he had been second mate of the Rainbow.” connmicloooks:comn