I could not help thinking how happy the people must be who were going away in her.

On one of the piers near where we were going to stop--we were coming in now--were a few darkey boys, sitting on a wharf-log, and dangling their bare feet over the water.

I wondered how they dared laugh, and be so jolly.

In a few minutes Corny must be wakened.

On a post, near these boys, a lounger sat fishing with a long pole,--actually fishing away as if there were no sorrows and deaths, or shipwrecked or broken-hearted people in the world.