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kind and patient with Clump and Juno; and very particular were
our orders about the new tutor, Mr Clare, to whom we had been
formally introduced a few days before, and we were required to
promise solemnly that we would obey him implicitly in every respect.
Besides which our father delighted us very much by the information
that he had engaged an old seaman, Mugford by name, once boatswain
of an Indiaman, who had taken up his abode at the fishing town across
the bay from our cape, to be with us often through the summer in our
out-of-school hours; that he would be, as it were, our skipper--perhaps
reside with us--and that he was to have full command in all our water
amusements; he would teach us to swim, to row, and to sail. That last
subject cheered us up a bit, and when I saw Walter, who was still
walking up and down the room, going through a pantomimic swim,
striking out his arms in big circles, right and left, I commenced to smile,
and Drake to laugh outright. So our conference ended in good spirits.
And then we all kneeled in family prayer, and that evening before the
parting, as we kneeled and heard my father's earnest words, I realised
fully, perhaps for the first time, how, more than parents or friends, God
was our Father; how, though we were going away from home and its
securities, yet God was to be with us, stronger and kinder than any on
earth, to guard and care for us.
During the few days we had known Mr Clare, he had been with us
constantly, but we had not decided whether to like him or not. He
seemed pleasant, and was easy enough, both in his manners and
conversation, but yet he had a calm and decided way that was rather

provoking; as if to say, "I have read you through and through, boys, and
can govern you as easily as possible." Now we had no idea of resisting
him; we intended to behave well, and therefore his manner rather
nettled us. However, there was not much to object to. His appearance
was certainly all right--a large, bright, manly face and hearty smile, and
a strong, agile figure. We five boys had talked him over, and at the last
balloting our votes were a tie, for Walter declined to express an opinion
yet whether Mr Clare was a "screw" or a "good fellow." Harry
Higginson and Drake voted "screw," whilst Alfred and I said "good
fellow."
We must pass over the "goodbyes" of the next morning. Let us imagine
there were no wet eyes and sinking hearts. However it may have been,
the big rumbling old stage-coach containing Mr Clare and five boys,
and loaded well with trunks and boxes, rattled from our house in ---
Street at about six o'clock on that eighth morning in May, fifty years
ago. Our hearts cheered up with the growth of the sun. By ten o'clock
we were very talkative; by one, very hungry. The contents of a basket,
well-stored by our mother, and put in just as we were starting, settled
that complaint. The afternoon was tedious, and we were not sorry when
the coach dropped us at the quiet little country inn where we were to
sleep. I need not describe the journey of the next day. We were too
eager to get to its termination to care much for the beautiful scenery
through which we passed. As the evening drew on the weather became
chilly. Ah! we were approaching the sea. By nine at night innumerable
stars were twinkling over a dusky point of land which seemed to have
waded out as far as possible into the indefinable expanse mirroring
unsteadily a host of lights. A strong, damp, briny breath came up to us,
and a vast murmur as if thousands of unseen, mysterious, deep-voiced
spirits were chanting some wonderful religious service. "Whoa!" with a
heavy lurch the yellow post-chaise, in which we had performed the
second day's journey, came to a stand. We had arrived before the old
stone ark that was to be our home for half a year.
CHAPTER THREE.
INTRODUCTION TO OUR SALT TUTOR AND THE WRECK.

It was on Wednesday night that we became the guests of Clump and
Juno, and commenced our cape life. The next morning at
breakfast--and what a breakfast! eggs and bacon, lard cakes, clotted
cream, honey preserves, and as much fresh milk as we wanted--Mr
Clare told us that we need not commence our studies until the next
week; that we could have the remainder of this week as holidays in
which to make a thorough acquaintance with our new world.
Our first wishes were to see the wreck and old Mr