Nobly the good ship Nautilus bore down to the bar, setting heavily on
the water, and the good twenty-five hundred with which she was laden,
was no less weighty than the handfuls of silver which danced o'er the
minds of the glad sailor boys, as they neared their native shore. None
were more light-hearted at the prospect before them than Harry
Grosvenor; not that he had become weary of the sailor's life, for he
loved the ocean with the same free, wild love as when three years
before, it had beckoned his boyish heart to brave its perils; but his
joy, as the endeared objects of his home, one by one, welcomed him in
his fancy, was unbounded, and he could not realize that he should so
soon greet the dear ones who had been the subjects of his most precious
thoughts, through the many days which had separated them.
"Well, my boy," said Sampson, as he grasped Harry by the hand, "we've
sailed under a clear sky for the most of the time, and we've held
together about as good as the strongest, but there's no use in shedding
fresh water tears over it, for I'm thinking this'll not be your last
voyage, and as for me, there's nothing to hinder my hanging around this
little sand-heap a bit longer; and who knows but we may try it again
some day.
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