as strong and quick--Harry was fearless--Harry had run away from
home--Harry wanted to see the world--Harry was the boy, the very dandy,
for a cabin boy; so the sailor proposed that Harry should continue his
travels in his company.

"'Where are you going?' said our young friend.

"'To Senegal,' said the sailor.

"'And what sort of a place is Senegal?'

"'Senegal,' answered the sailor, 'is a most magnificent country, where
the rivers are made of milk, and the mountains of sugar. The rain is
composed of lemonade, and the birds fall down from the trees all stuffed
and roasted, ready to eat, from morning till night. The trees are
covered with sugar-plums; and all the streams are full of goldfishes,
which come when you whistle to them. They are real gold, and used for
money by the inhabitants!'

"'But--do they ever _write exercises there_?' asked Harry, with a
cunning twinkle in his eye.

"'NEVER!' cried the sailor, who saw what the trouble was with the silly
boy. 'The king of this delightful country has expressly forbidden it. He
has burned down all the colleges and blown up all the schools.'

"'Jolly!' cried Harry, snapping his fingers, 'that's the country for me!
I'll go with you, sure pop!'

"You perceive that heedless Harry did not use very elegant language, but
as a true historian, I must tell you of persons, places, and things just
as they are, and I hope your good sense will teach you to avoid all such
vulgarities.

"The sailor, taking advantage at once of Harry's delight in his account
of Senegal, carried him to the captain, and making an awkward bow, said:
'Captain, here is a new hand.'

"'Good!' cried the captain. 'He looks strong. I hope he won't die of
weariness and fatigue, like the other ones.'

"At these words, Harry began to feel rather uncomfortable. 'What!' said
he to the sailor, as they left the cabin, 'do boys have to work on board
your ship?'

"'Sartain, for sure; all the time,' said the sailor, laughing.

"'I want to go away,' cried Harry, already disgusted with the maritime
service.

"'What's that you say?' shouted the sailor, with a mocking air. 'You
forget, my fine friend, that I gave you a dinner; pay me for it.'

"Harry shook his pockets, they were empty. 'If you can't pay, you must
stay,' cried the sailor, and just then the ship left the harbor.

"The heedless boy burst into tears. Alas! sorrow and repentance came too
late! It was only now that he remembered his father and mot