ette at sea for the
passengers to go on the forecastle."

"But they do," said Waldron.

"Yes," said Mr. George, "they sometimes do, I know; and sometimes, under
peculiar circumstances, it is right for them to go; but as a general
rule, it is not. That is the place for the sailors to occupy in working
the ship. It is something like the kitchen in a hotel. What should you
think of the guests at a hotel, if they went down into the kitchen to
see what was going on there?"

Rollo laughed aloud.

"But we don't go to the forecastle to see what is going on there," said
Waldron; "we go for a lookout--to see what is going on away ahead, on
the water."

"True," said Mr. George, "and that is a very important difference, I
acknowledge. I don't think my comparison holds good."

Mr. George was always very candid in all his arguing. It is of very
great importance that all persons should be so, especially when
reasoning with boys. It teaches _them_ to be candid.

Just at this time Waldron's attention was attracted by the appearance of
a very large steamer, which now came suddenly into view, with its great
red funnel pouring out immense volumes of black smoke. Waldron ran over
to the other side of the deck to see it. Rollo followed, and thus the
explanation which Mr. George might have given, in respect to the
arithmetical nature and relations of nothing were necessarily postponed
to some future time.

* * * * *

About half an hour after this, while Rollo was sitting by the side of
his uncle, looking at the map, and trying to find out how soon they
should come in sight of the famous old Castle of Dunbarton, which stands
on a rocky hill upon the banks of the Clyde, Mr. Kennedy came up to him
to inquire if he knew where Waldron was.

Rollo said that he did not know. He had not seen him for some time.

"We can't find him any where," said Mr. Kennedy. "We have looked all
over the ship. His mother is half crazy. She thinks he has fallen
overboard."

So Rollo and Mr. George both rose immediately and went off to see if
they could find Waldron. They went in various directions, inquiring of
every body they met if they had seen such a boy. Several people had seen
him half an hour before, when he was with Rollo; but no one knew where
he had been since. At last, in about ten minutes, Rollo came running to
Mrs. Kennedy, who was walking about through the cabins in great
distress, and said, hurriedly, "I've