soon Dutch vessels were sailing up the river, and opening a trade in fur with the Indians." 66 Philip," asked his wife, "was it this same Hudson from whom Hudson's Bay was named?" "The very same. He sailed the next year into the northwest, discovered the great bay which bears his name, and died there." "How glad they must have been to get into quiet water!" said Charles, with great gravity, and with a steady look toward the ocean they were sailing into. "Don't you like this pitch and toss?" asked his Uncle Philip, with a laugh. "Come, take a walk with me. We'll go and find your father, who is talking with the old Hen." "I think I'd rather go down-stairs," said Charles, faintly. "Go below, Charles; not down-stairs. sailor fashion." You must learn to talk in "And the landsmen are lying down below, below, below," sang Sarah encouragingly. Charles smiled, but it was a difficult smile. "You'll find your mother getting your berth ready, Charles," his uncle called out, as the boy staggered toward the companion-way. "Come, Phippy, come, Sarah, just take my arms, one apiece, and we'll have a walk before supper. Here we go, up hill," and they marched up the rising deck. The wind was blowing freshly, and the sea came in great rolls, which made the Algeria rise and fall, as it steamed along. "What! are you going below, too?" asked Uncle Philip, after a few turns. Yes; Sarah and her mother were both in a hurry to go below, and so it happened that Mr. Nathan Bodley and Mr. Philip Van Wyck were the only ones of the party who stayed above until supper-time, and who came on deck after supper. But after two or three days both Charles and Sarah and their mothers were very well, and in excellent spirits, and the children made the most of the novelties of the voyage. Charles, to be sure, was a little bit concerned now and then about their safety. Some Mother Carey chickens were flying about the steamer's course, and Hen showed them to him. "But, Mr. Umbelow," said he, "does n't that mean that there is a storm brewing?" "Well, Charles," said the officer, planting himself, and looking wisely all about the horizon, "if it comes, there'll be room enough I don't see any land to knock against." for us. "But, Hen," added Charles, in a lower tone, "don't you think the ship tips a good deal, now the sails are set? Is n't there danger lest the wind should suddenly rise, and blow great guns, and blow the ship over? That happens to small boats sometimes." "That's so, Charles, and that's why I walk up and down here, and keep cocking my eye up at the yards. I don't mean to have you blown over. I've known your papa too long. Why, I knew him when he was no taller than you are. He and I built a railroad once." "A railroad! "To be sure. Let me see; it was the Roseland and Santa Fé Railroad, and ran all the way across your grandfather's barn floor and under the haymow." “Oh, that kind!" "Have you seen our cattle, Charles?" "I've smelt them," said the boy. "To be sure. They do have a sort of land breeze. We 've got a hundred and eighteen head of cattle on board, that we're taking to London. I'll show them to you some day." And one day the party did all go into the hold, under Hen's lead, and took a peep at some of the bulls and steers that were going over to England to be slaughtered. There were bright days, when the water danced in the light as if it were on a mad frolic, and dull days, when under a leaden sky the ocean looked as thick, and seemed to move as sluggishly, as lava. There were foggy days, and once the fog lifted, and they saw a brig in full sail, dipping away from them, a beautiful object; then she entered the mist again, and faded into a phantom, and was lost to view. "It is the Flying Dutchman," said Mrs. Bodley. "Don't you remember Scott's lines? "That Phantom Ship, whose form Shoots like a meteor through the storm; "You've seen the Flying Dutchman, have n't you, Hen?" asked Mrs. Van Wyck. "You want the children now should have a good eye-witness, don't you, Phippy?" "All right. Well, now, Charles and Sarah, if you'd been with me on a voyage I was making, - let me see, it was February 29, 1846, you'd have seen the Flying Dutchman." "But what is it, any way?" asked Charles. generally fly." "Dutchmen don't "This one did. She's only seen round the Cape of Good Hope; so your mother must be mistaken about this one. She is n't often mistaken, Charles," and Hen made a little duck to Mrs. Bodley. Beg your pardon, ma'am; I always maintain family discipline. Well, the Flying Dutchman, they do say, was a vessel once, built shortly after the year one, or thereabout, that was laden with gold and fancy goods, when the crew turned pirates, and murdered the captain and second officer, just like me, you know; and then they all broke out with the plague, and they were so frightened that they tried to enter a port, and offered all the gold they had to be allowed to go ashore. But nobody would have them, and so they go, shoving about from one port to another, trying to land." 66 I "Why, that's not the way I heard it," said Mrs. Bodley. used to hear that there was a Dutch captain who was bound home from the Indies, and was kept for weeks off the Cape of Good Hope by head winds and heavy weather. Finally, he got so angry that he said he would beat round the Cape of Good Hope if it took him till the day after never and so he was taken at his word; he is always beating against head-winds; his sails are worn to shadows, and the ship is so thin that you can see through it. That is the way I heard it." "It's the same ship, ma'am," said Hen. "Bring up the children to that. The crew made one of their number captain, let me see, it was the first officer, I reckon; and after they could n't get into port, they went down to the Cape to begin all over again, and they're beating about there yet. Almost any old sailor will tell you he's seen the Flying Dutchman. To-morrow, I guess you 'll see the Scilly Isles, if you 're up early enough." "Let's turn right in now," said Charles. "I would n't miss seeing the Scilly Isles for anything." And as it was nearly nine o'clock, the children were ready enough to turn in. CHAPTER III. THE KING'S ROAD TO ENGLAND. CHARLES BODLEY shared a state-room with his father and Uncle Philip, while Sarah Van Wyck was tucked into the state-room where her mother and Aunt Blandina were stowed. The state-rooms had a little passage between them, and it was easy to call back and forth without disturbing the other passengers. On Thursday morning, June 23d, Mr. Bodley, who occupied the upper berth, woke at four o'clock, and peeped out of his port-hole. There was nothing to see but water, and he fell back upon his pillow for another nap. He was roused by a sudden commotion in the room, and, opening his eyes, he saw Charles in great excitement tugging at a field-glass which hung in its case from a hook. 66 "Oh, father," he exclaimed, you ought to get right up this minute! You can see the Scilly Islands; and Hen says we shall see the Lizards pretty soon. Hurry!" "I don't know; somewhere about six, I guess. deck, and mother and Aunt Blandina are coming. sleep so! Uncle Phil! wake up!" Sarah is up on How can you |