169

CHAPTER XVI.
TEMPTATION 179

CHAPTER XVII.
THE PLOT 189

CHAPTER XVIII.
THE MURDER 199

CHAPTER XIX.
MY MOTHER 210

CHAPTER XX.
A LAST LOOK AT THE OLD FRIENDS 218

CHAPTER XXI.
MY MOTHER AND THE SQUIRE 227

CHAPTER XXII.
EVIL THOUGHTS--THE PANGS OF REMORSE 242

CHAPTER XXIII.
TRUST IN GOD 253

CHAPTER XXIV.
FISHING ON THE BANKS 257

CHAPTER XXV.
THE STORM 275

CHAPTER XXVI.
THE SHIP COMES TO ANCHOR, AND THE BOOK TO A CLOSE 292

FLORA LINDSAY;

OR,

PASSAGES IN AN EVENTFUL LIFE.

CHAPTER I.

THE STATE CABIN.

Why the apartment, into which Flora retreated on going on board was
called a State-cabin, Flora could not imagine. It was really a very
small closet, about seven feet in length, and a very little broader than
it was long. It contained neither stool, bench, nor chair, and there was
just room enough after closing the door, to turn round. The top of a
large chest of painted deal drawers, with a raised board in front, and
screened by faded red stuff curtains, formed the bed; for which Lyndsay
had purchased a hair-mattress and feather pillows, to render it more
comfortable during the voyage for his wife and child. This was perched
up, however, at such an unreachable height from the ground, that the bed
was on a level with Mrs. Lyndsay's chin.

"How in the world shall I ever get into it?" said Flora, appealing to
her attendant in a tone half laughing, half crying. "If it is such a
difficult thing now when the ship is at anchor, what will it be when she
is plunging about in a storm?"

"You had better hax the capting, Marm. He must know the proper way of
climbing up, for it was his own berth."

"That will seem so absurd. He may, however, have a step-ladder to reach
it. Go to him, and ask him, with my compliments, how he gets into bed."

Hannah, returned laughing, and with flushed cheeks.

"La, Marm, he says 'that he gets in like other folks; that where there's
a wi