HAPPINESS AND THE PUHSUIT OP IT. 
cloths among them : one would have been bad enough, 
but two ! A gale of wind is no name for it ; out 
of the doldrums, into a squall. And, yes, there is 
the squall of a child, but it might have been worse, 
it might have been a white squall — which it most 
certainly is not. It is doubtful if you will be able 
to put them off with Nalahu va'' (come to-morrow), 
for, have they not been waiting for weeks to settle 
this very important question during master’s absence, 
and now, when he has come, he sends them away, 
without inquiring into the case at all. Well,” you 
say testily, ‘ ‘ what is the case ?” It was that ‘ ‘ one 
red cloth had called the other no better than she 
should be.” “Well,” replies master, ^ ‘ that is easily 
settled : just tell the other to call the other the 
same, and they will both have got justice in having 
the plain truth told them, and you know it is true.” 
So the people depart, probably wondering how they 
could have been so foolish, as not to settle this simple 
quarrel themselves, but “master was wise,” and., 
he was wise, for he knew, that to settle a quarrel in 
favour of one woman, however justly, was merely to 
create another, infinitely more bitter and difficult of 
settlement, in fact, admitting of no settlement at all, 
with the other. 
But there is another description of the “ doldrums” 
which must occur to all who escape shipwreck on the 
voyage, and that is, as you enter, or have entered, 
the harbour, slowly, imperceptibly, you move on, 
so quietly, that, were it not for the gentle ripple 
behind, you would not be aware of any motion at 
all : indeed, you are not sailing, but drifting in with 
the tide. The tide, is not visibly strong, and is 
chiefly a strong under-current, so strong, that if 
you try to tack^, “lie to,” or bring her head round 
the inset to the shore will then be proved, as the 
water foams against the broadside, creating a drift, 
that sends you on much faster, than if you had just 
“eased her off.” A few lolls and pitches, and you 
recede in the course, but only to meet another swell, 
that sends you further in than before ! The studding 
and top-gallant sails have long previously been taken 
in, even the very booms stowed away under the 
bulwarks, the top-sail, half-tied up, rattles aganst 
the mast, the main-sail scarcely draws. Heave the 
lead ! 10 — — 8 ! You hear the patter of the boats 
against the sides of the ship that are to take you 
ashore, but do not see them. Even the shore is not 
visible, for it is concealed in a dense fog, which is 
sometimes, but not often, fringed with a bright golden 
lining into which you see^ but jmur eyes are dazzled, 
for they are dull and dim with the brine of the long 
