You will see how our good vessel has suffered by the storm.

Yet she weathered it bravely.

You shall have food here presently, and then you are at large, prisoners on parole." With these words the captain took his leave.
Blair's first impulse, when left alone, was to throw himself on his knees beside his sleeping companion.

From the depths of his heart he thanked God for enabling him to be firm to his duty; and earnestly he prayed that he might be made humble in the midst of the honor which had been allowed him.

For his dear mother too rose a fervent prayer that she might be kept in the hollow of her Maker's hand during the absence of her son, whom she had striven to train as a Christian patriot, whose watchwords are ever, "God and my native land.".