aced under the doctor's care. It was not till
the next morning that he was allowed to come on deck, where his services
were at once called into requisition as interpreter. Though
unacquainted with the language of many of the tribes to which the
captives belonged, he was generally able to make himself understood. A
sail had been spread over part of the deck, beneath which the women and
young children were collected. The doctor, when about to visit it,
called Orlo to accompany him, as interpreter. Among them, sitting on
the deck, and leaning against a gun carriage, with her arm thrown round
the neck of a little boy, was a young woman, though wan and ill, still
possessing that peculiar beauty occasionally seen among several of the
tribes of Africa. Orlo fixed his eyes on her; his knees trembled; he
rushed forward; she sprang up, uttering a wild shriek of joy, and his
arms were thrown around her. He had found his long lost Era and their
child. "Ah! God hear prayer; I know now!" he exclaimed joyfully.
"Wife soon be Christian, and child. God berry, berry good!"

Happily, the next morning the corvette fell in with another man-of-war,
between which and the schooner the rescued slaves being distributed, all
three made sail for Sierra Leone. The blacks were there landed, and
ground given them on which to settle. Orlo begged that he and Era and
their child might also be there set on shore. He did not go
empty-handed, for, besides pay and prize-money, generously advanced him
by his captain, gifts were showered on him both by his officers and
messmates, and he became one of the most flourishing settlers in that
happy colony. At length, however, wishing once more to see his own
people, and to assist in spreading the truth of the Gospel, which he had
so sincerely embraced, among them, he removed to Abbeokuta, where, with
his wife now a Christian woman, and surrounded by a young Christian
family, he is now settled, daily setting forth, by his consistent walk,
the beauties and graces of the Christian faith.

Whenever any of his friends are in difficulties, he always says, "Ah!
God hear prayer! You pray; never fear!"

STORY FIVE, CHAPTER 1.

MY FIRST COMMAND AND HOW IT ENDED. THE OLD ADMIRAL'S YARN.

I had been at sea about five years, and had seen some pretty hard
service, when I was appointed to a dashing frigate, the _Tiger_, on the
West India station. Our captain had never been accustomed to let the
grass gr