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VIII. 



Enktwton 



" All the earth shall sing unto Thee ; they shall sing to Thy name." 



TT was a dark and dismal night when the brave Almeida's 

 -*- ship stood off and on the coast of the fragrant island 

 of Ceylon. With a stout heart and a bold hand he had 

 sailed into seas unknown. Day after day, the smooth, 

 glassy surface had shown him only his own vessel's 

 graceful rigging and quietly rocking hulk, until famine 

 began to shed pallor on the face of the bravest of his fol- 

 lowers ; and his own proud Portuguese soul felt terrors 

 creeping over it, and despair even menaced life. So they 

 prayed to their saints and their God, and He heard them. 

 The waves curled in silvery crests, the huge sails hailed 

 the coming breeze, and at last the sweetest of sweet sounds 

 on the wide ocean, the gentle wash of the waters 

 up the ship's bow, greeted the ear of the anxious 

 mariner. At night dark mountains rose on the far hori- 

 zon, and " Land !" shouted the exulting watch from the 

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