Chapter 59 CHAPTER XXVIII.

THE ARK THAT JACK BUILT.

"Good heaven, befriend that little boat,

And guide her on her way!

A boat, they say, has canvas wings,

But can not fly away;

Though, like a merry singing-bird,

She sits upon the spray."

The land wind sighed and murmured; the sea-breeze wafted its rustling influence over the waves; the long swells broke