CHAPTER XIX.
IN WHICH BOBBY HAS A NARROW ESCAPE, AND GOES TO SEA WITH SAM RAY Nature was kind to the little pilgrim in his extremity, and kept his senses sealed in grateful slumber till the birds had sung their matin song, and the sun had risen high in the heavens.
Bobby woke with a start, and sprang to his feet.

For a moment he did not realize where he was, or remember the exciting incidents of the previous evening.

He felt refreshed by his deep slumber, and came out of it as vigorous as though he had slept in his bed at home.

Rubbing his eyes, he stared about him at the tall pines whose foliage canopied his bed, and his identity was soon restored to him.

He was Bobby Bright--but Bobby Bright in trouble.