long, indeed, we went on. The journey was almost a repetition
of that of the previous night. The moon was still shining brightly over
the waters, when Macco uttered an exclamation of surprise, and putting
his hand on my shoulder, cried out,--"O Massa Walter, look dere!"

He pointed seaward, and there, just under the moonbeams, I caught sight
of a white object. I looked more and more earnestly. Yes, I was almost
convinced that it was the sail of a vessel. The shape of her canvas
convinced me that she must be European, and not one of the mat-sail
craft of those seas. Oliver thought I was right also. "Yes, yes!"
exclaimed Macco; "no doubt, dat brig!"

Our conductress stopped when she heard our exclamations, and also looked
towards the sea. The vessel was standing towards the south, the
direction we were going. I observed that she walked, after this, more
slowly, as if her thoughts were engaged on some matter of importance.

"Oh, if we could but manage to get off to her, or make some signal!" I
exclaimed.

"I am afraid that will be very difficult," said Oliver.

As may be supposed, our thoughts were occupied after this with all sorts
of plans for getting off to the vessel. The fog, however, which
constantly comes over the land before sunrise, concealed her entirely
from our sight. We rested, by the desire of the princess, among some
fallen trees in the forest, she having examined the place first,
apparently to ascertain if there were any snakes, or other creatures, to
hurt us. We, however, could scarcely go to sleep for thinking of how we
could reach the vessel we had seen. Still, sleep at length overcame us.

We were awoke by the voice of the princess, evidently in a state of
great agitation. Pointing to the sea-shore, she led the way there. She
took us down to the beach of a small bay, in which a canoe was hauled
up. It was barely sufficient to hold two people, and would certainly
not contain three.

"Jump in, Massa Walter--jump in, Oliver!" exclaimed Macco. "Shove off;
me find other canoe, and follow."

Though it was broad daylight, the mist still hung over the ocean, and we
could not see to any distance. The princess urged us by her gestures to
follow the advice which Macco gave us.

"But where is there another canoe?" I asked, not seeing one near.

"Never mind, Massa Walter," he answered; "shove off--shove off, I say;"
and running the canoe down to the water, he forced us both into it,
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