CHAPTER XI 



THE DEATH OF AARON AND ELISHEBA 



At the end of forty-two long days at sea we arrived 

 at Liverpool. It was near the end of autumn. 

 The weather was cold and foggy. Elisheba was 

 failing in health, as I feared she would do in coming 

 from the warm, humid climate along the equator, 

 and, at the same time, having to undergo a change 

 of food. 



On arriving at the end of our long and arduous 

 voyage, I secured quarters for them, and quickly 

 had ' them stowed away in a warm, sunny cage. 

 Elisheba began to recover from the fatigue and 

 worry of the journey, and for a time was more 

 cheerful than she had been since I had known her. 

 Her appetite returned, the symptoms of fever 

 passed away, and she seemed benefited by the 

 voyage rather than injured. Aaron was in the best 

 of health, and had shown no signs of any evil 

 results from the trip. 



On reaching the landing-stage in Liverpool, some 

 friends who met us there expressed a desire to see 

 them, and I opened their cage in the waiting-room 

 for that purpose. When they beheld the throng of 



