sometimes make green with every thing, from corn to clover, and to the kitchen-garden of which more than one yachtsman can testify.
"Do you think we can make it?" asked Gerald. They had forgotten every thing of the stern and wearisome past, in their relief and hope.
"I should say we were going there about as straight as we could," cried Philip. "This is a wonderfully steady current. They're lazy folks there, though. No smoke from the chimneys yet, and it's a good deal after six, you say. If only we could row!"
The boat kept on its course with Philip's care. The light air blew in their faces and dashed the little waves gayly. They were going to get to shore! They were saved! They should see their friends again and tell with living lips the story of their dangers and deliverance. They almost held their breaths with hope and suspense. Still nearer and nearer they slowly drew to the island. New details and those of the farm and the farm-house—there seemed to be only one—came, bit by bit, into clearer sight. At the land's nearer edge rocks and shallows alternated and long stretches of brush or meadow sloped back. A little
