rt was somewhat prompt, to look in the direction of 'Queen
Esther's' figure-head.

"The light is failing--I don't believe you can see it," said Mr. Amos;
"not to know it from the clouds. The captain says he shall stand off
and on through the night, so as to have daylight to go in. The entrance
is narrow. I suppose, if all is well, we shall have a wedding
to-morrow?"

Eleanor asked Mrs. Amos somewhat hastily, if what she had brought her
was good?

"Delicious!" Mrs. Amos said; and pulling Eleanor's face down to her she
gave it a kiss which spoke more things than her mere thanks. She was
rewarded with the sight of that crimson veil which spread itself over
Eleanor's cheeks, which most people thought it was a pleasure to see.

Eleanor thought she should get little sleep that night; but she was
disappointed. She slept long and sweetly on her mattress; and awoke to
find it quite day, with fair wind, and the schooner setting her head
full on the land which rose up before her fresh and green, yes, and
exceeding lovely. Eleanor got up and shook herself out; her companions
were still sleeping. She rolled her mattress together and sat down upon
it, to watch the approaches to the land. Fresher and fairer and greener
every moment it lifted itself to her view; she could hardly bear to
look steadily; her head went down for a minute often under the pressure
of the thoughts that crowded together. And when she raised it up, the
lovely hills of the island, with their novel outline and green
luxuriance, were nearer and clearer and higher than they had been a
minute before. Now she could discern here and there, she thought,
something that must be a dwelling-house; then trees began to detach
themselves from the universal mass; she saw smoke rising; and she
became aware too, that along the face of the island, fronting the
approach of the schooner, was a wall of surf; and a line of breakers
that seemed to stretch right and left and to be without an interval in
their white continuity. Eleanor did not see how the schooner was going
to get in; for the surf did not break evidently on the shore of the
island, but on a reef extending around the shore and at some little
distance from it. Yet the vessel stood straight on; and the sweet smell
of the land began to come with the freshness of the morning air.

"Is this Vuliva before us?" she asked of the skipper whom she found
standing near.

"Ay, ay!"

"Where are you going to get in? I see no op