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" Well, my lord/' rejoined the ancient mariner, 

 *' I shouldn't wonder if we were all in heaven in 

 less than half an hour." 



** God forbid ! " exclaimed the bishop, momen- 

 tarily forgetting that such a consummation, accord- 

 ing to the tenets of his faith, was one devoutly to 

 be desired. 



We reached Queenstown safely on the following 

 Sunday morning about eleven, and took the mails on 

 board. Sundry pressmen came aboard and inter- 

 viewed Mr. Chamberlain, who was seated in his 

 deck chair behind a large cigar. 



We left Queenstown on the evening of Sunday, 

 October 30, with the sky looking very black and a 

 fresh breeze springing up. The prospect looked 

 anything but bright ahead, the barometer was falling 

 rapidly, and Cook, on the bridge, was enveloped in 

 yellow tarpaulin, evidently prepared for '' dirty 

 weather." I shall never forget the horrors of that 

 voyage to my dying day, especially the nights. The 

 noise overhead, the clanking of chains, the shouts of 

 the sailors, the screw racing out of the water half 

 of the time, which seemed to make the great vessel 

 palpitate from end to end, to say nothing of the 

 bangs of the monster waves against the ship's sides, 



