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but merely a rash on his face, was also taken with the 

 patient ; and both, with a nurse, were lodged in the 

 pest-house on the island. 



We lay at anchor two days, becoming, as time wore 

 on, more impatient and tired of our life on board the 

 vessel. 



At last (Jan. 11) an end came of our close impris- 

 onment, and we bade the vessel good-by. Several of 

 the passengers who were on their way to Sydney, 

 Australia, concluded to stop over at Auckland rather 

 than be confined to the ship in Sydney Harbor, as they 

 had good reason to believe would be the case. 



The landing after a long sea voyage is always a pleas- 

 urable experience ; and when I found myself on shore 

 with the prospect of roaming about where I pleased, I 

 suddenly became very jubilant, in spite of the dreadful 

 thought of what might happen to us all. I started, 

 satchel in hand, for a good run up the hill to the quar- 

 rantine house, but found that my legs were so weak 

 from long leisure and lack of exercise that they would 

 hardly carry me half way without a rest. We were a 

 curious crowd as, reeling and staggering about, we 

 slowly wound our way up the hill to our quarters. 

 We must have looked more like a procession of the 

 " sons of the Emerald Isle," on St. Patrick's Day, than 

 sober voyagers. Throwing my satchel into the corner 

 of one of the large, empty rooms, I started out with a 

 merry heart on a tour of discovery about the island. 



