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restlessness. "Let's follow somo other boat, that 

 one ahead, she acts as if going our way." 



"It is a thousand to one she is not, there are 

 villages all along the bay, and every cove is con- 

 verted into a harbor. We shall find the house, but 

 what troubles me is the course. I seem not to have 

 piarked it on the chart. I must have known it so 

 well once." 



"And suppose we cannot find it, what then?" 

 groaned Mr. Green. " Where can we make a 

 harbor?" 



" Oh, we can anchor anywhere. The water is 

 not over four feet deep where we are. But we can 

 surely find the channel. It was staked out." 



So they took "heart of grace" at sight of every 

 oyster stake, and eel-pot stake and net stake in their 

 course. 



"What is the bulkhead, anyhow?" asked Mr. 

 Green, after a pensive pause. 



"It is a strip of sand like a shallow sand bar, 

 miles long, and dividing one part of the bay from 

 the other. There is some way of passing around 

 it, but I do not know how, and that would take us 

 far out of our course, and nearly up to the main- 

 land. We shall find the channel, never fear." 



The Superintendent stood this for half an hour 

 longer, then after they had passed a dozen white 

 houses, none of which the Commissioner recognized 

 as the right one, his patience and confidence gave 

 out together and he exclaimed decisively: 



"The sooner we about ship and go for some 



