316 ALL ABOARD FOR SUNRISE LANDS.

“T’ve--got hold,” exclaimed Rick, seizing Bumble-bee’s coat-tails.
“ Hold good, fur I wouldn’t drop ye fur de world, sartin; but I
want both hands, chile.”
~ In his younger days the cook had been an adept in the paddling of
a boat, and it had impressed a peculiar movement upon his arms when
walking —for they had a swing, as if he were paddling still. There

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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BOURKE STREE!, MELBOURNE, 1880, LOOKING EAST.

was a sinister design now in the soul of Bumble-bee; for putting out
his arms he gave a sweep with them, as if Rick were a boat just
behind, and somehow must be paddled along, and all obstacles must be
pressed aside.

“Hold on dae. Got a sure grip, honey?” shouted the cook.

“ Aye, aye, sir,” sang out Rick.

The people laughed to see this big colored man patiins ahead, in.
his wake.a grinning little boy that clung to his coat-tails.

“Oh, I tell you, Ralph.” said Rick that night, “it was fun; and