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ance, and that no shark appeared to swallow up 

 the fair divinity. Occupied with these thoughts, I 

 embarked on board the steamer at Savannah, and 

 placed my turtle under the care of one of the sailors 

 on board, with strict injunctions to feed it with 

 vegetables and salt water. When Ave entered New 

 York Bay, the weather was calm, and feeling a kind 

 of respite from the sea- sickness, I mounted upon 

 deck. After taking a turn or two, I thought I would 

 go forward and ask about my green turtle. 



" Well, Johnny, and how goes the turtle ? " 



" Oh ! dear me, Sir.'' 



"What's the matter?" 



"Oh! Sir." 



" What is it, Johnny ? Is it dead ?" 



« No, sir." 



"What then?" 



" Why, sir, it is " 



" Come, come, you scamp, speak out." 



" It fell in the sea during a blow." 



I must confess that I did not put much faith 

 in this statement. I complained to the captain, 

 who answered me that he didn't know what I meant, 

 and that he wasn't responsible for passengers' lug- 

 gage ; so I was obliged to put a good face upon the 

 matter, and curse my bad luck at my leisure. So 

 ended my dreams of turtle suppers and the rest. 



The very evening after my arrival at New York, I 

 was walking along the Broadway, when what was 



