aco ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

steamer, and then they did not use the muscles of their arms but their

mouths, yelling away as enthusiastically as the starter of an American
horse-car at a railway station. Some of the steamer’s passengers were
preparing to go ashore, and among these was our party. Rick had
taken a sorrowful leave of Siah and Jack Bobstay, but he had not yet
said good-bye to Joe Pigtail, and was it strange if he found it hard to
part from pretty Amy Clarendon, a little girl whose acquaintance he
had made on board the steamer? This last agony struck deep into
Rick’s tender heart.

“Good-bye all,” said Uncle Nat hurrying off, and then he added
in his cheery way, “may we meet again! Come, boys, come!”

“Me see you again, may be!” exclaimed Joe.

Amy Clarendon was waving her hand, and Rick thought she never
looked prettier. The stoical Ralph had said his good-byes, and went
off promptly, but Rick moved with hesitating steps, for his heart
was full. He must have one more look at—Joe— Pigtail, and he
fell behind Uncle Nat and Ralph. Allowing his eyes to rest on
Amy’s sweet face, he was saying, “God —bless—dear—Joe—”

“Look here, youngster, hurry along! My valise almost went
down your throat then,” saida passenger who had a very disagreeable,
jerky style of speech Rick thought. “Let ‘dear Joe’ go and move
on, please!” a

Rick moved on, but with a breaking heart.

The next morning, Uncle Nat happened to see under Rick’s pillow
these limes of newspaper poetry, and as he rather liked poetry he began
to read the first stanza:

“How oft, alas! thy charming face,
Will shine athwart my dreams!
In such a moment, darkest night

Like brightest moon-day seems.”