The Island Bride — page 91: what you’re looking at

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~~ DREAMING ALOUD. CHAPTER VIII. CONCLUSION. BxroreE leaving the Pacific Ocean, the Reindeer touched at Sydney, Australia. The convicts were there surrendered to the proper authorities, by whom they were heayily ironed and “ transported to Botany Bay. “Thank heaven !” exclaimed Miss. Trundle, when the ship was again headed for the open sea, “ we have got rid of them heathens! They kept up such a racket in the run, while they were there, that for my life I couldn’t sleep more than two hours each night !” “They were a godless set,” answered the parson, “and I, too, am glad they are gone.” “Oh, dear! dear!’ cried Miss Trundle, leaning upon his arm, “how long do you think it will take the ship to get home ?” “That depends on sarcumstances, ma’am !” answered Cap- tain Landyard, who had overheard the remark, “ but I can say almost for a sartainty that she’ll make the run in less than six months,” “Dear me, I shall die before that time,” said the spinster, with a groan. “If it hadn’t been for this dear lamb,” she continued, squeezing Trust’s arm, “I should certainly have been in my grave long ago.” “ He’s a worthy man, ma’ am,’ ’ said Landyard. “ Ay, ay, he’s one of your right sort of clargymen, and I hope I shall be able to carry him home. in five months, to ‘jine’ his little flock, about which I often hear him a-talking in his sleep.” fe “Do you, really ?” cried Miss Trundle, her eyes beaming admiration upon the parson. “Do you really hear him—~” My “ Verily,” the parson gently interrupted, “thatis quite natu- — ral. We often talk in our si ee about those to Whom we are | much, attached.” : “ Beggin’ your pardon, ma’am,” said Landyard, smiling 4 comicbooks-co