is the old story--two of a trade can never agree. One sometimes hears
of Rome now--is that the same place?"

"Yes," replied William, "it is the remains of the old city."

"Well, one lives and learns," said Ready. "I have learnt something
to-day, which everyone will to the last day of his life, if he will only
ask questions. I'm an old man, and perhaps don't know much, except in
the seafaring way; but I should have known much less if I did not ask
for information, and was not ashamed to acknowledge my ignorance; that's
the way to learn, Master William."

"Very good advice, Ready,--and, William, I hope you will profit by it,"
said Mr Seagrave; "never be ashamed to ask the meaning of what you do
not understand."

"I always do, papa. Do I not ask you questions, Ready?"

"Yes, you do, and very clever questions for a boy of your age; and I
only wish that I could answer them better than I can sometimes."

"I should like to go down now, my dear," said Mrs Seagrave; "perhaps
Ready will see the baby down safe."

"That I will, ma'am," said Ready, putting his quadrant on the capstan:
"now, Juno, give me the child, and go down first;--backwards, you stupid
girl! how often do I tell you that? Some day or another you will come
down with a run."

"And break my head," said Juno.

"Yes, or break your arm; and then who is to hold the child?"

As soon as they were all down in the cabin, the captain and Mr Seagrave
marked the position of the vessel on the chart, and found that they were
one hundred and thirty miles from the Cape of Good Hope.

"If the wind holds, we shall be in to-morrow," said Mr Seagrave to his
wife. "Juno, perhaps you may see your father and mother."

Poor Juno shook her head, and a tear or two stole down her dark cheek.
With a mournful face she told them, that her father and mother belonged
to a Dutch boer, who had gone with them many miles into the interior:
she had been parted from them when quite a little child, and had been
left at Cape Town.

CHAPTER THREE.

The next morning the _Pacific_ arrived at the Cape and anchored in Table
Bay.

"Why do they call this Table Bay, Ready?" said William.

"I suppose it's because they call that great mountain the Table
Mountain, Master William; you see how flat the mountain is on the top."

"Yes, it is quite as flat as a table."

"Yes, and sometimes you will see the white clouds rolling down over the
top of it in a very curious manner, and that the