waves as if she were accustomed to these things and were not to be disturbed by them at all.
As the last faint vestige of his native shore faded into a pale shadow, and then, as they sped further from it, seemed to dissolve into the air, until nothing was visible about them but the sea, the little sailor must have felt that he was quite alone in the great world. But it was not long before he began to conjure up within his mind the wondrous sights that he would see upon the mystic shores that he was going to visit and these imaginings filled his heart with hope and joyous expectation as the days rolled on.
One morning, when he was standing near the deck-rail dreaming of the new life which was now unfolding itself before him, a sailor stopped and asked him if he had ever been to sea before.
“I have been across the channel,” he replied, “but never on a long voyage.”
“Well, I’ll tell yer what, then,” said the seaman, “you’ve never been in a reg’lar storm.”
