310 ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

That night was an anxious one. The ladies retired to their
stateroom at an early hour,
and then the doctor went to his,
and Rick and Ralph stole off to
theirs. The boys could not sleep.
The thumping of the waves
against the ship, the roar of the

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wind, the cries of the officers on
deck, made a dismal medley.

“T don’t want to be a sailor,”
said Rick.

“Nor I,” said Ralph, tumbling
now into Rick’s berth, declaring
that -he wanted company.

“T hope we won't get near
the shore and go on to the rocks,”
groaned Rick.

 

“JT wish I was in Concord,”
thought Ralph.
“Let's get into Uncle Nat’s berth, Ralph, quick as we can put.”

NOT SO “GLORIOUS” TO BE A SAILOR.

“Come on.”

Two figures in white made their way through the dimly-lighted
cabin, bruising their shins against pieces of overturned furniture,
and as they were crawling into Uncle Nat’s berth, the ship gave
a sudden lurch and in went the boys all in a heap! It was a
heap that was very much “mixed up”

“What’s here?” said Uncle Nat, hurrying into his stateroom,
and swinging a lantern over the heap in his berth. “A regular
puddin’, all lumped together! Well, boys, stay here, and don’t worry.
Remember that Uncle Nat is round!”