I'm sure I'm satisfied." "How you do love the sea, Captain!" "To be sure, I was born on it and, please God, I hope my death may be from it and my grave in it, nearby some coast where the fisher-folk live happily around me." There was a few moments' silence, then John Hatton asked, "Are we likely to have fine weather now ?" "Yes, sir, middling fine, until we pass Peterhead.

At Aberdeen and southward it may be still finer, and you might have a grand sail along the east coast of Scotland and take a look at some of its famous towns." This pleasant prospect was amply verified.

It was soon blue seas and white sea-birds and sunny skies, with a nice little whole-sail breeze in the right direction.

But John was not lured by any of the storied towns of the east coast.

"What time I can now spare I will give to Edinburgh," he said, in answer to the Captain's suggestion concerning St.Andrews, Aberdeen, Anstruther and Largo.