f over the gunwale so --
and duv under one of the th'arts, and druv his nose through
the bottom of the boat."

"Kept it there, I hope?"

"Ha, ha! Not so fast but there came in a'most water enough to
float him again by the time we got to land. He was a power of
a fellow!"

"And the 'Bessie' don't float?"

"No; she's laid up with three broken ribs."

"No other boat on hand?"

"There's a little punt out there, that Hild' goes a fishin' in
-- that'd carry two or three people. But it wouldn't take the
hull on ye."

"There's the sloop's boat."

"She leaks," said the miller. "She wants to be laid up as bad
as the 'Bessie.'"

"Have you any sort of a team, Mr. Cowslip?"

"Yes! -- there's my little wagon -- it'll hold two. But you
ain't wanting it yet, be you?"

"As soon as it can go -- if it _can_ go. Is there a horse to the
wagon?"

"Sartain! But won't you stop and take a bit?"

"No sir. If you will let some of the boys take up the punt
with her load, I'll drive the wagon myself, and as soon as you
can let me have it."

"Jock! -- tackle up the wagon! --that 'ere little red one in the
barn," shouted the miller. "Hild' 'll see to the boat-load --
or I will, -- and send it right along. I'm sorry you won't
stop."

Winthrop turned back to the sloop. Elizabeth met him there
with the question, "if she might not go now?"

"As soon as you please. I am going to drive you up to
Shahweetah. The boat will carry the rest, but it is too small
to take all of us."

"I'm very glad!" -- Elizabeth could not help saying.

She granted half a word of explanation to Mrs. Nettley, her
bonnet was hastily thrown on, and she stood with Winthrop on
the wharf before the little wagon was fairly ready. But Jock
was not tardy neither; and a very few minutes saw them seated
and the horse's head turned from the Mill.

The dawn was fresh and fair yet, hardly yielding to day. In
utter silence they drove swiftly along the road, through the
woods and out upon the crest of tableland overlooking the bay;
just above the shore where the huckleberry party had coasted
along, that afternoon years before. By the time they got
there, the day had begun to assert itself. Little clouds over
Wut-a-qut-o's head were flushing into loveliness, and casting
down rosy tints on the water; the mountain slopes were growing
bright, and a soft warm colouring flung through all the air
from the coming rays of the coming sun. The cat-birds were
wide awake and v