Chapter 26 CROSSING THE HERRING POND.

A few short hours, the sun will rise

To give the morrow birth;

And I shall hail the main and skies,

But not my mother earth.

Childe Harold.

The morning rose clear and brilliant. The partings were over, and Bluebell, on the deck of the river steamer, was gazing her last on the long flat shore, with its high elevators, and waving adieu