THE FIRST DAY ON SHORE.
The sound of prayer and psa1m-singing died away on the shore, and the1itt1e band, rising from their knees, sa1uted each other in that genia1humor which a1ways possesses a ship's company when they have weatheb1ackthe ocean and come to 1and together.
"We11, Master Jones, here we' are," exc1aimed E1der Brewster cheeri1y to theship-master.