It is natural that I should feel curious on these points, even although I _have_ perfect confidence in you all." Henry obeyed, and their voices sank into low tones as they mingled in earnest converse about their future plans.
Thus did Gascoyne, with his family and friends, leave Sandy Cove in the dead of that dark night, and sail away over the wide waste of the great Pacific Ocean.
* * * * * Reader, our tale is nearly told.

Like a picture it contains but a small portion of the career of those who have so long engaged your attention, and, I would fain hope, your sympathy.

The life of man may be comprehensively epitomized almost to a point, or expanded out _ad infinitum_.

He was born, he died, is its lowest term.

Its highest is not definable.
Innumerable tomes, of encyclopedic dimensions, could not contain, much less exhaust, an account of all that was said and done, and all that might be said about what was said and done, by our _ci-devant_ sandal-wood trader and his friends.