22 ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

this touched him. Aunty’s Bible and a certain amount of self-respect
had kept Siah, amid all his migrations, from that carelessness and
coarseness so incident to such a life. He was at work now on the
farm of Mr. Peters, Uncle Nat’s host, and he and the Rogers boys
“were excellent friends.

“J wish I could go wid ye,” said Siah. “Pears to me as if I must.”

There was no way opening itself to him, and to Siah’s great re-
gret, he was not able to jom in this “hunt fur de sunrise,” as he
called it. He followed them though as far as the door of the train
that was to bear them away, and when the engine began to sneeze
and grunt, he joined in the start, and grinning, raced as far as he
could, beside the track. Ralph and Rick turned to look at him once
more, and they caught a glimpse of his face, the smile gone, his big,
mournful eyes watching the vanishing train.

“There, boys, we are off at last,” said Uncle Nat, “and we shall
be in Oakland in three hours. San Francisco is not far from the
sea on a bay, and about half a dozen miles across the bay from San
Francisco, is Oakland. We get out at the latter place and are ferried
across the bay to San Francisco.”

It was evening when they took the ferry-boat for San Francisco.
All about them stretched the waters of the bay, one mass of black- _
ness, but before them flashed the lights of San Francisco, multi-
plying as they neared the city, brightenmg and sharpening, till they
seemed like the many camp-fires of an army resting on the slope
of a hill. .