By the way, if you are up in tracts, perhaps you know one called "The Rock of Horeb " ?' Miss Goold shook her head.
'Ah, well,' said the Captain, after appealing to Mary O'Dwyer and Hyacinth, 'it can't be helped, but I must say I should like to meet someone who had read "The Rock of Horeb." I once sailed from Peru in an exceedingly ill-found little barque loaded with guano.

We had a very dull time going through the tropics, and absolutely the only thing to read on board was the first half of "The Rook of Horeb." There were at least two pages missing.

I read it until I nearly knew it off by heart, and ever since I've been trying to get a complete copy to see how it ended.' Some of his stories dealt with more civilized life.

He delighted Miss Goold with an account, not at all unfriendly, of the humours of the third battalion of the Connaught Rangers.

He quoted one of Mary O'Dwyer's poems to her, and pleased Hyacinth by his enthusiastic admiration of the Connemara scenery.