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them carryin’ their noses high out o’ the water, as if
they wos afeard o’ catchin’ sight o’ their own feet, and
their chins elewated, so that a little boy standin’ in
front o them couldn’t see their faces nohow, I
make pretty sure that tother end is filled with a
sort o’ mush that’s fit only to think o dress and
dancing.”

On the present occasion Isobel’s eyes were red and
swollen, and by no means improved by weeping. Mrs.
Bright, too, although three years had done little to
alter her character, seemed to be less demonstrative
and much more sincere than usual in her grief at
parting from Fred.

In a few minutes all was ready. Young Singleton
and Buzzby having hastily but earnestly bade Mrs.
Bright and her daughter farewell, leaped on board.
Fred lingered for a moment.

“Once more, dear aunt,” said he, “farewell. With
God’s blessing we shall come back soon.—Write to me,
darling Isobel, won’t you? to Upernavik, on the
coast of Greenland. If none of our ships are bound
in that direction, write by way of Denmark. Old
Mr. Singleton will tell you how to address your
letter; and see that it be a long one.”

“Now then, youngster, jump aboard,” shouted the
captain ; “look sharp!”

“Ay, ay,” returned Fred, and in another moment
he was on the quarter-deck, by the side of his friend
Tom.

The ship, loosed from her moorings, spread her

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