had now again shifted, and bore us briskly along. But where?
I had fallen asleep during the preceding night, wearied out with labour
and anxiety, and I did not wake till long after daybreak. Mrs
Reichardt would not disturb me. In sleep I was insensible to the
miseries and dangers of my position. She could not bring herself to
disturb a repose that was at once so necessary to mind and body; and I
fell into a sweet dream of a new home in that dear England I had prayed
so often to see; and bright faces smiled upon me, and voices welcomed
me, full of tenderness and affection.

I fancied that in one of those faces I recognised my mother, of whose
love I had so early been deprived, and that it was paler than all the
others, but infinitely more tender and affectionate: then the
countenance seemed to grow paler and paler, till it took upon itself the
likeness of the fair creature I had buried in the guano, and I thought
she embraced me, and her arms were cold as stone, and she pressed her
lips to mine, and they gave a chill to my blood that made me shake as
with an ague.

Suddenly I beheld Jackson with his sightless orbs groping towards me
with a knife in his hand, muttering imprecations, and he caught hold of
me, and we had a desperate struggle, and he plunged a long knife into my
chest, with a loud laugh of derision and malice; and as I felt the blade
enter my flesh, I gave a start and jumped up, and alarmed Mrs Reichardt
by the wild cry with which I awoke.

How strongly was that dream impressed upon my mind; and the features of
the different persons who figured in it--how distinctly they were
brought before me! My poor mother was as fresh in my recollection as
though I had seen her but yesterday, and the sweetness of her looks as
she approached me--how I now tried to recall them, and feasted on their
memory as though it were a lost blessing.

Then the nameless corpse that had been washed from the wreck, how
strange it seemed, that after this lapse of time she should appear to me
in a dream, as though we had been long attached to each other, and her
affections had been through life entirely my own. Poor girl! Perhaps
even now some devoted lover mourns her loss; or hopes at no distant date
to be able to join her in the new colony, to attain which a cruel
destiny had forced her from his arms. Little does he dream of her
nameless grave under the guano. Little does he dream that the only
colony in which he is likely