CHAPTER IX.
"Boatswain," shouted I, "open the hatches and let the passengers come on deck."
"Ay, ay, sir," was the answer, and up the ladders poured the human stream. The full moon had just risen and was shedding a long yellow stream of light over the rippling waters. For a few moments they were silent. What might have been happening during all the crashing and banging of the last hour they knew not, but when they saw that we were floating safely with our consorts beside us, suddenly one of them shouted "We've beaten them! we've beaten them! Glory, Hallelujah!" and all at once with one impulse such a cheer rose from a thousand throats as I had not heard since my Harvard days when we won the great boat-race against the Oxford crew. And then all burst forth into the old war song:—
"Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
Glory, glory, hallelujah,
As we go marching on."
