nchor. I had seen
but little of Stanley, but for David I had always felt a warm regard.

There were, however, two other members of the family, in one of whom, at
all events, I must own I felt still more interested, although I knew
that it would not do for me in my present situation to exhibit my
feelings. My cousin, Kate Hyslop, was a very pretty, engaging girl, who
had a short time before left school. She was also full of spirit, while
she was right-minded and sweet-tempered. Her younger sister, Isabella,
or Bella as she was called, was quite a little girl. She also had been
at school; but her parents naturally could not bear to have her left
behind, and so Kate had undertaken to complete her education; and from
the time we sailed she was most assiduous in her attempts to do so.
Sometimes I fancied she gave her almost too much teaching. When her
brother, however, made a remark to that effect, she answered that it was
important not to lose time, as opportunities might be wanting by-and-by;
and when once they arrived in the colony, she knew that there would be
so many interruptions and hindrances, and she might have so many other
duties to perform, that Bella might not get the due amount of knowledge
she wished her to possess. Blow high or blow low, Kate always made
Bella learn her lessons. Sometimes holding on by the leg of a table in
the cabin during a gale, there the two sisters would be found with their
books. Both were capital sailors, as people say--that is, they were
never ill at sea; so that they were not inconvenienced as most other
people would have been by the tossing and tumbling of the stout brig.

They were attended by an old negro, Peter Timbo by name, who was the
most watchful of guardians. He was the captain's servant, and had
always accompanied him in his shooting expeditions when he was before
staying at the Cape. Timbo, also, from what I heard him say, knew more
about his native country than any one on board. He was born at some
distance from the sea, not far from the Equator. When he was just
growing into manhood, his village had been attacked by another tribe,
and he, with several companions in misfortune, had been carried off to
the coast. He was there shipped on board a Portuguese slaver, which,
venturing to the north of the line, was chased and captured by a British
man-of-war. Timbo, having a fancy for a sea life, and being an active,
intelligent fellow, had been allowed to enter