THE WELCOME HOME AT BONNYDALE Even with the West Wind in tow, the Tallahatchie could make fifteen knots an hour; for the sea was smooth, with every prospect of continued fine weather.

Dr.Davidson was a prisoner of war, but he remained on board in charge of the wounded of both sides.

He was very devoted to Christy, and dressed his wound every morning as tenderly as his mother could have done it.

He was a gentleman in the highest sense of the word, and belonged to one of the best families in the South.
Captain Rombold was a very agreeable person; and most of the conversation in the cabin was carried on in French, for the commander was delighted when he could obtain an opportunity to practise the language, and Dr.Davidson spoke it as fluently as a Frenchman, though Captain Drake was unable to understand a word of it.

If one had looked in upon them he would have supposed they were enjoying a yachting excursion, and could not have told who were prisoners and who were not.
The two wounded officers passed a portion of every day on deck, and the time slipped away very pleasantly.