ENT'S LETTER. 219

CHAPTER XXI.
THE CARIBBEE SAILS FOR AUSTRALIA. 230

CHAPTER XXII.
THE TRAVELLER WHO LOST HIS WAY. 241

CHAPTER XXIII.
OFF SANDY HOOK. 253

CHAPTER XXIV.
HALF ROUND THE WORLD. 264

CHAPTER XXV.
A HAPPY REUNION. 275

CHAPTER XXVI.
CONCLUSION. 287

FREAKS OF FORTUNE;

OR,

HALF ROUND THE WORLD.

CHAPTER I.

THREE YEARS AFTER.

"This is the spot, Bessie," said Levi Fairfield, as he paused on the
bank of the brook which flows into the bay near Mike's Point.

"But what was the thing you made?" asked Bessie Watson, as she looked
with interest at the place indicated, though she could not see anything
very remarkable, or even strange.

"It was a young saw-mill," laughed Levi. "It rested on those flat
stones you see there; but the dam is entirely washed away. I made it in
Mr. Mogmore's carpenter's shop, near uncle Nathan's house. After a deal
of fussing and tinkering, I got it so that it sawed through a board two
feet long from one end to the other. It was the proudest day of my life
when I showed Mr. Mogmore the two parts, separated by my machine; and
he declared I should make a good machinist."

"Where is the saw-mill now?" inquired Bessie, interested in the machine
because it had been made by Levi, rather than because she had a taste
for mechanics.

"It is up in the attic of uncle Nathan's house; at least it was there
three years ago, when I went to live with Mr. Gayles."

"I should really like to see it."

"Should you? Well, you shall, if the thing is still in being. I will go
down to uncle Nathan's and get it, and then I will set it up, and you
shall see it go," answered Levi, as he led the way towards the house of
his uncle.

The water privilege which Levi Fairfield, as a boy of thirteen, had
improved, was located on the brook behind the cottage of Mr. Mogmore.
Bessie did not care to meet uncle Nathan; so she decided to call upon
the carpenter's family; for, having spent three seasons at Rockport,
she was well acquainted in several families near her father's new
house, which was on the shore, not far from Mike's Point.

Bessie--or, as we ought to call her now, Miss Watson, though it does
not sound half so pleasant to the ear, and Levi had been several times
reproved for addr