When coming home from the West Indies, they sing an old song which begins: "'Now if the Bermudas let you pass, Then look for Cape Hatteras.'" Slowly dressing, with the captain's aid, Mark, feeling very weak, but free from the horrible sickness from which he had suffered so long, managed to get out on deck.

He was astonished at the change that one week's sailing southward had made in the general appearance of things.
When he was last on deck, it and the rigging were covered with snow and ice.

Now not a particle of either was to be seen, and the air was mild and pleasant.

A new moon hung low in the western sky, and over the smooth sea the schooner was rippling along merrily, under every stitch of canvas that she could spread.
Mark received a warm welcome from his father, mother, and Ruth, who were all on deck, but had not expected to see him there that evening.
"Quick, Mark! Look! Hatteras is 'most gone," said Ruth, pointing, as she spoke, to a little twinkle of light so far astern that it seemed to rest on the very waters.

Half an hour later the captain said, "Now let's go below, where it is warmer; and if you care to hear it, I will spin you a yarn of Hatteras Light." "Yes, indeed," said Ruth and Mark together.
"By all means; a story is just the thing," said Mr.and Mrs.Elmer, also together, at which they all laughed, hooked little fingers, and wished.
When they had made themselves comfortable in the cabin, Mark being allowed to occupy the lounge on account of his recent illness, the captain began as follows: "Ten years ago this winter I made my first voyage of any length, though before that I had made some short runs on a little coaster between New York and down-East ports.