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“ Of course not,” quickly replied Mrs.
Cramer, fearing the present amicable dispo-
sition of the boys might be disturbed.

“*T suppose you expected to find us savages,
tricked out in feathers and gew-gaws, living in
bark huts, and worshipping under the forest
trees,” said George, laughing.

“*] knew you were the descendants of Eng-
lishmen,” was the cool and proud reply.

“Not all; I, for one, boast some Dutch
blood. New York is an omnium gatherum.
Here we have Germans, French, Low Dutch,
Swedes, and specimens of every nation under
heaven. There, now, is the Battery. Did you
ever see a more beautiful view. That is Castle
Garden.”

*¢ Tt looks like a fortification.”

“Oh it 7s, when we need it; but in time of
peace it is a garden. Say, now, did you ever
see a more magnificent view ?”

The lad was silent. His eyes rested upon
the waves as they mounted and fell in the dis-
tance—the waves which had borne him from

his native land; and two large tears, in spite
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