There was Hanz, old and grey; and Angeline, her eyes filled with tears, but her face as full of sweetness and tenderness as it was twenty years ago.
Tite had been the joy and hope of her life.

And now he was going to leave home and sail to the other side of the world, among strange people, and would have to brave dangers of the worst kind.
[Illustration: Who could tell what might befall her in the eventful voyage she was bound on?
Page 60] There, too, was Doctor Critchel, and the good Dominie, and Titus Bright, the inn-keeper; the first wearing his old brown coat, and looking as snuffy as on the stormy night when he assisted in bringing Tite into the world.

They had all come to see Tite off, to say God speed, and to give him some little token of their affection to carry with him on his voyage after whales.
And now that time which so tries a mother's heart had come.

"Good bye, mother, good bye, and may God be with you and protect you," said Tite, throwing his arms around his mother's neck, and kissing her wet cheek.
"I will come back safe, and never go to sea again." Then he took leave of his father, and each of his friends in turn.

In another minute the boat in which he stood waving his handkerchief was pulling swiftly toward the ship.