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PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 A STOEY ALMOST WHOLLY TEUE. 
 
 BY A. M. W. 
 
 " Go, little book, and to the young and kind 
 
 Speak thou of pleasant hours and lovely things ; 
 
 Of sea and land, of sunshine, birds, and flowers, 
 And kindly act from kindly heart that springs ; 
 " Lifting the heart to Him whose mercy flings 
 
 Beauty and love abroad ; and who bestows 
 
 Light to the human soul and beauty to the rose." 
 
 BOSTON: 
 
 WALKER, WISE, AND COMPANY, 
 
 245 WASHINGTON STREET. 
 
 1861. 
 
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1860, by 
 WALKER, WISE, & CO., 
 
 in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District of 
 Massachusetts. 
 
 University Press, Cambridge : 
 Stereotyped and Printed by Welch, Bigelow, & Co. 
 
CONTENTS, 
 
 I. CABIN AND STEERAGE ..... 5 
 
 II. THE ISLAND ....... 13 
 
 III. JAPONICA AND MOON ..... 19 
 
 IV. MORE OF THE ISLAND ..... 24 
 V. ON BOARD SHIP AGAIN ..... 29 
 
 VI. THE STORM ....... 36 
 
 VII. PATTY TREATED LIKE A CARPET-BAG . . 49 
 
 VIIL UP THE RIVER ...... 55 
 
 IX. COMPANY AT THE HOTEL ..... 60 
 
 X. CROSSING THE ISTHMUS .... 66 
 
 XL PATTY GROWS BRAVE ..... 74 
 
 XII. FRIENDLY INTERCOURSE REVIVED . . 82 
 
 XIII. MOON SLEEPS ....... 88 
 
 XIV. ARRIVAL ...... .95 
 
PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER I. 
 
 CABIN AND STEERAGE. 
 
 " The sun rode high ; the breeze was free. 
 
 High dashed, the diamond spray, 
 And proudly o'er the dark blue sea 
 The steniner ploughed her way." 
 
 LARGE steamsnip 
 was sailing south up 
 on the blue ocean. 
 It had wide decks 
 where her passen 
 gers might walk ; 
 and narrow state-rooms where 
 they slept, and a long, dusky 
 cabin or saloon where tables 
 were ranged and the passengers ate their meals. 
 
b PATTY WILLIAMS S VOYAGE. 
 
 Behind this saloon was a hot, steaming kitchen, 
 where men in dirty white jackets jostled each 
 other in their hurried rushing to and fro. These 
 were mostly cooks, which is the reason, I sup 
 pose, why the broth was always smoky and 
 tasteless at dinner. You know there is an old 
 adage, that " Too many cooks spoil the broth." 
 Some of these men were waiters or porters ; and 
 one stout, dignified, yellow man, distinguished by 
 rather a cleaner jacket, was called the steward. 
 He kept the keys of the store-room, overlooked 
 the others, and scolded the little passenger chil 
 dren who ran about the ship trying to find amuse 
 ment. 
 
 The deck of the steamer was fenced off at one 
 end, and behind this fence were the steerage pas 
 sengers ; poor workmen and washerwomen and 
 the like, going to California, where they expected 
 to receive high wages for their labor. 
 
 These steerage passengers had no saloon to eat 
 their meals in, nor mahogany tables to dine from ; 
 and if their broth was spoiled, it was certainly not 
 because " too many cooks " had troubled them- 
 
CABIN AND STEERAGE. 7 
 
 selves over that. When their dinner-hour ar 
 rived, a long board was let down from above by 
 ropes, and they stood around it, eating bean soup 
 out of tin cups, each with a hard biscuit in his 
 hand ; and this was all. 
 
 When little Bridget Bryan, peeping through 
 the palings that separate the steerage from the 
 cabin people, saw children with their hands full 
 of prunes and almonds, " Och ! " she whispered, 
 " it 's a fine thing to be rich, sure ! " 
 
 Eating her prunes and nuts, on the opposite 
 side of the railing, stood Patty Williams. She 
 saw the Irish child looking through so wistfully, 
 and thought what a sad thing it was to be penned 
 up in one end of the ship all day, with nothing 
 but bean soup to eat. Then she put half her 
 good things through the rails into Bridget's hand 
 and pleased herself with seeing her surprise, 
 and how she ran to share them with her broth 
 ers. 
 
 One day, when they had been sailing nearly a 
 week upon the great ocean, without sight of land, 
 Patty stood peeping through into the steerage. 
 
8 PATTY WTLLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 She wanted to see Bridget. She had never yet 
 spoken to her, for Patty was shy to make new ac 
 quaintances, and had always given her little offer 
 ings in silence ; to-day the child had gathered 
 courage to say something. 
 
 Bridget was leaning over the side of the ship, 
 watching the dolphins play alongside : she stood 
 so still and seemed so much engaged, that Patty 
 had time for a good look at her. She saw that 
 Bridget had blue eyes, with long, black eyelashes ; 
 and short, stiff, black hair, that stood upright 
 upon her head, and was very tangly ; her funny 
 little nose pointed upward, and her face was dot 
 ted with countless freckles. Her mouth had an 
 agreeable, good-humored expression which pleased 
 Patty exceedingly. 
 
 She had been looking at Bridget several min 
 utes, when a man who lay behind the railing got 
 up and said : 
 
 " Do you want any one, Miss ? " 
 
 Patty started ; she had a great mind to run 
 away ; but that would be impolite, so she an 
 swered softly : 
 
CABIN AND STEERAGE. 
 
 " Yes ; I want that little girl." 
 
 The man turned and looked to where she point 
 ed. " Is it Bridget ? " said he. 
 
 Patty nodded. 
 
 The man called : " Whisht ! honey ! Come and 
 see what's wanting ye." He then got up and 
 walked away. 
 
 Bridget heard what her father said ; and as 
 Patty beckoned, she came over to the paling. 
 They looked at each other a minute ; then 
 Bridget laughed ; then Patty laughed ; and 
 they became better acquainted at once. 
 
 " Did you come from New York, Bridget ? " 
 
 No." 
 
 "From Boston?" 
 
 No." 
 
 " From any place in America ? " 
 
 " No." 
 
 " Why don't you tell me where you did come 
 from ? " 
 
 " Sure, you did n't ax me." 
 
 " Where did you come from, Bridget ? " 
 
 " From Ireland, County Cork." 
 
10 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 "How very far that must be: did you come in 
 a ship ? " 
 
 " I did ; it was a big ship that sailed with the 
 wind, and no wheels at all. It brought us to 
 New York, and then we got into this." 
 
 " I know," said Patty. "It was a sailing 
 vessel, like that one yonder." She pointed off 
 in the distance to a beautiful ship, with all sails 
 spread, moving like a stately swan, dipping its 
 full bosom into the waters. While they were 
 looking at the vessel, another object caught their 
 attention, and they broke into joyful exclamations. 
 It was a mountain standing far out in the ocean, 
 and covered with exquisite foliage, green, tender, 
 and rich. 
 
 There is nothing more delightful to the eye, or 
 more gladdening to the heart, than the sight of 
 fresh, verdant land, after having been on the sea 
 many days. The children felt their hearts leap 
 up with pleasure when they beheld this lovely 
 mountain island. 
 
 " It 's a darlin' spot of green ! " exclaimed 
 Bridget. " I wisht we could tread on it a bit, 
 and look for daisies." 
 
CABIN AND STEERAGE. 11 
 
 " O, so do I, Bridget ! Wait here, and I will 
 ask my mother what place it is. Shall I ? " 
 
 " I '11 wait for ye," said Bridget ; and she 
 climbed upon a barrel of ship-bread, and settled 
 herself to enjoy the sight. 
 
 Patty's mother stood opposite her state-room 
 door, on deck, looking, with gratified eyes, at 
 the same object which had delighted the chil 
 dren. She held out her hand to Patty, and 
 told her what place it was, and a great deal 
 else which seemed to please the little girl, for 
 she listened attentively, and asked many ques 
 tions. Bridget jumped off her barrel as soon as 
 she saw Patty running back. 
 
 " Well, Bridget," said Patty, out of breath, 
 " mamma says it is a mountain on the Island 
 of Cuba, the largest of the West India Islands. 
 After we pass this, we shall come in sight of 
 another, quite as beautiful, which is called Ja 
 maica. We shall sail right up to Jamaica, be 
 cause the captain must get in more coal for 
 burning ; and, Bridget, we shall reach it early 
 this afternoon, and the steamer will stay there 
 
12 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 three or four hours ; so we can go ashore and 
 get flowers and fruit, and see all the negroes." 
 
 " Negroes ! " 
 
 " Yes indeed ! The island is inhabited by 
 negroes ; not slaves, you know, but free black 
 people. Mamma says we shall see a great 
 many sights we never saw before. Bridget, 
 shall you go ashore ? " 
 
 " I don't know ; I wonder would my father 
 take me ! " 
 
 " Go ask him, do ! Tell him all about it ; I 
 am sure he will say yes." 
 . " I will," said Bridget, turning to go. 
 
 " Stop a minute ; what is your whole name ? " 
 
 "Bridget Bryan. Father and the boys call 
 me Biddy." 
 
 " I will call you Biddy too. My name is 
 Patty Williams. I am eight years old ; how old 
 are you ? " 
 
 " Nine last St. Patrick's day." 
 
 " Well, Biddy, now we are friends, and I will 
 come here again to-morrow. Good by." 
 
THE ISLAND. 13 
 
 CHAPTER II. 
 
 THE ISLAND. 
 
 " Here all sweet flowers through all the year are found, 
 And all fair fruits axe through all seasons seen." 
 
 MRS. WILLIAMS was sitting upon a bench, en 
 joying the sight of land. Patty brought a small 
 wooden box from the state-room, and seated her 
 self beside her mother. She told about Biddy : 
 how she had taken a long voyage before this one ; 
 how happy she was to see the green mountain, 
 and how she hoped her father would let her go 
 ashore. 
 
 " I dare say he will," said her mother. " But 
 if not, you can bring her some flowers and fruit ; 
 that, perhaps, will please her quite as well." 
 
 " O no, mamma, I know it will not ; for Biddy 
 was delighted to see the island, and called it a 
 6 darlin' spot of green,' and wished she could 
 
14 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 tread upon it. She longs to go ashore, I am 
 sure she does," said Patty, earnestly. 
 
 Her mother laughed. She smoothed Patty's 
 pretty brown hair, and said, " I hope your little 
 friend will have her desire, my darling." 
 
 Just then, some ladies coming to talk with Mrs. 
 Williams, Patty laid her head upon her mother's 
 knee and fell asleep. The sun shone down hot 
 and scorching, although it w r as November, and, 
 in New York, which they had left only a week 
 before, it was cold and wintry now. The mate 
 of the ship and one of the sailors stretched an 
 awning on the sunny side, which, while sheltering 
 the passengers from the heat, did not prevent 
 them from looking out. 
 
 Mrs. Williams, seeing that her little daughter 
 slept, did not disturb her until two hours had 
 passed, and the next green island came in view ; 
 then she raised the little head from her lap, and 
 said, " Wake up, Patty ; we can see Jamaica 
 now." 
 
 Patty rubbed her eyes, hardly knowing where 
 she was. She had been dreaming that she and 
 
THE ISLAND. 15 
 
 Bridget were walking among flowers ; and that 
 delicious fruits hung in curious looking baskets 
 from strange and unknown trees : she was just 
 attempting to reach them when her mother awoke 
 her. 
 
 The steamship ploughed her way toward the 
 island. Soon Patty* could distinguish a town on 
 the edge of it, with straight, sandy streets running 
 from the side of the hill down into the very water. 
 The name of this town is Kingston. 
 
 The trees were unlike any that Patty had ever 
 seen. Instead of a foliage of little leaves, they 
 were covered with green spikes, long and sharp, 
 closely clustered at the end of each branch ; and 
 when nearer, she saw, half hidden among them, 
 large, round balls. Her mother told her these 
 were cocoa-nuts. Patty had often bought such at 
 the fruiterer's in New York ; it was a new pleas 
 ure to see them growing. 
 
 Now the ship was shaken with a loud explo 
 sion : it was the signal-gun to warn the people 
 on the island of their approach. 
 
 No sooner was this salute heard than woolly- 
 
16 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 headed men and boys, women and little children, 
 sprang out of their houses to see the ship and the 
 people. Down they rushed, as if their very lives 
 depended upon getting to the edge of the water ; 
 and such a screaming, shouting, and gabbling 
 filled the air, that Patty scrambled into her moth 
 er's lap, laughing and clapping her hands with 
 excitement. 
 
 In a few minutes dozens of little boats, laden 
 with bright oranges, limes, and bananas, left the 
 shore and were paddled alongside of the ship, 
 completely surrounding it. The fruit was for sale ; 
 and the eager passengers crowded about the rail to 
 buy. To Patty this was a wonderful scene ; she 
 wanted some oranges, but her mother said, " Not 
 now. When they come upon deck will be soon 
 enough." 
 
 The steamer moved again ; and the boats hur 
 ried out of the way. 
 
 As they came near the land Patty was as 
 tonished to see crowds of little naked negroes 
 jump into the water, and swim round the ship 
 like fishes. They seemed able to keep afloat with 
 
THE ISLAND. 17 
 
 only their feet, while they reached up their hands, 
 begging the passengers for money. 
 
 " But they could not catch the money, mam 
 ma," said Patty ; " it would fall into the water, 
 and they could never find it." 
 
 " Try," said her mother, giving her a dime. 
 
 Patty hesitated until she saw others throw over 
 bits of money, which the little fellows invariably 
 dived after, and caught before they sank. 
 
 " How wonderful ! " cried Patty. " Here ! here ! " 
 and she threw her dime into the water. Six or 
 eight woolly heads disappeared, and all rose again 
 as quickly. The one who had been successful 
 in securing Patty's coin grinned from ear to 
 ear, showing a set of teeth as white as pearls. 
 
 " What did you do with it ? " cried Patty, see 
 ing his hands were empty. 
 
 " He stick him in him cheek," cried one of the 
 others ; and they all began to chase the winner 
 through the water, until another toss of silver bits 
 sent them plunging under again. While Patty 
 watched them, her mother bought oranges of a 
 boy who had come on deck. She took them to 
 
18 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 her state-room, and fetching Patty's straw hat, tied 
 it on to the little girl's head, saying they would go 
 on shore. A large umbrella shielded them from 
 the hot sun, and they followed the crowd toward 
 the plank which extended from the steamer to the 
 land. As they passed through the steerage Patty 
 thought of Bridget, but not seeing her, hoped she 
 had been one of the first to leave the ship. Keep 
 ing fast hold of her mother's hand, she looked 
 about her to see everything. A gentleman whom 
 they knew, Mr. Jaques, walked with Mrs. Wil 
 liams : several other ladies and gentlemen went 
 with the same party. 
 
 As soon as Patty's foot touched the ground she 
 felt so elated that it seemed as if she must skip 
 and dance every step of the way. On each side 
 of the streets were small, dark-looking houses, in 
 which the negro people lived. Every door- way 
 was crowded with gazers, curiously watching the 
 passengers. Some of the women had bright-col 
 ored handkerchiefs wound about the head, and 
 gold hoops hanging from their ears. They 
 court esied politely to the white people, and 
 seemed pleased to see them. 
 
JAPONICA AND MOON. 19 
 
 CHAPTER III. 
 
 JAPONICA AND MOON. 
 
 *' She has a baby on her arm. 
 Or else she were alone." 
 
 u A sight at once that stirs and charms, 
 The baby, laughing in her arms." 
 
 ONE mulatto girl attracted Patty's particular 
 attention. She was dressed in a flounced, white 
 muslin, embroidered with yellow silk; a gold 
 chain was clasped round her throat, and her 
 brilliant turban stood up stiff and high. She 
 held a baby in her arms about a year old : such 
 a pretty, sweet-looking baby it was ; with soft, 
 crispy black hair, and large, beautiful eyes. She 
 too had a flounced white muslin dress, and a 
 broad ribbon sash was tied round her waist. 
 Patty thought it a funny way to dress a baby, 
 and she begged her mother to stop and look 
 at it. 
 
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20 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 "No, no, Patty," said Mr. Jaques, "we will 
 find something better worth looking at than 
 such a little monkey as that." 
 
 " It is not a monkey, Mr. Jaques," exclaimed 
 Patty, indignantly ; " it is a beautiful little child ; 
 pray, dear mamma, let us stop." 
 
 " Do not wait for us, Mr. Jaques," said Mrs. 
 Williams, " we will soon follow you : go on with 
 the others." 
 
 But Mr. Jaques preferred waiting for the lady. 
 He stopped on the opposite side to talk with some 
 parrots. 
 
 Mrs. Williams held her hands to the baby, who 
 instantly stretched its little polished, brown arms 
 to go to the pretty lady. The young mother 
 seemed pleased with the notice taken of her 
 child, and showed her white teeth in smiles. 
 
 " O, what a dear little creature it is," said 
 Patty. Her mother sat down upon the step, and 
 Patty looked admiringly. 
 
 " What is its name ? " she asked. 
 
 " Moon," replied the girl, with a courtesy. 
 
 Patty looked vague ; then asked again, think- 
 
JAPONICA AND MOON. 21 
 
 ing she had been misunderstood. " What is your 
 baby's name ? " 
 
 " Moon," was the reply. 
 
 " Do you call her Moon when you speak to 
 her ? " 
 
 The girl jerked herself round, with a laugh, and 
 said quickly, " For sure I does, little missis." 
 
 "It is the funniest name for a little girl I ever 
 heard." 
 
 " Yes ! " laughed the mother again, highly de 
 lighted. 
 
 " What is your name ? " asked Mrs. Williams. 
 
 " My name, lady ? my name Japonica, mis 
 sis, tank'ee." 
 
 Leaving the child in Mrs. Williams's arms, 
 Japonica bounded through the wicket-gate, and 
 disappeared behind the house. Presently she re 
 turned with a handful of magnificent flowers. 
 " Please, missis, take 'em ; I growed 'em my self ; 
 and if you like Moon, you may hab her, too." 
 
 Patty grasped the rich bouquet, and almost 
 crushed the flowers in her eager delight. "O 
 mamma, they are like those I saw in my dream ! " 
 
22 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " Did you say we might have your baby ? " 
 said Mrs. Williams. 
 
 " Yes, missis, you can, 'deed you can." 
 
 "What!" exclaimed Patty. "Will you give 
 away your own baby ? My mother would n't 
 give me away." 
 
 " What for she give you away ? " said Japon- 
 ica. " A nice, sweety mudder is de missis ! she 
 eddicate, she make her gal a lady : Moon's 
 mudder don't know nuffin, can't tell her nuflin 
 to make her 'spectable." 
 
 " But God gave you your baby," said Patty, 
 " and you ought to love it too much to give it 
 away." 
 
 Japonica suddenly caught the little one from 
 Mrs. Williams's arms, and hugging it close, said, 
 almost fiercely, " You no go for say I not lub 
 my piccaninny ! I loves her better dan all de 
 worF, Lor' knows ! " and she tossed Moon up and 
 fondled her. " Hi ! honey ! de beauful, sweet, 
 bressed, innercent, 'deed she is ! " and Japon 
 ica began to dance with Moon until both were 
 screaming with laughter ; then she came back to 
 
JAPONIC A AND MOON. 23 
 
 Mrs. Williams, and said : " Please, missis, take 
 we dem 'long wid you : I can dress hair so 
 beauful, and I can make little missis lubly flounce 
 dresses like dis yer (pointing to Moon's) : I 'broi- 
 der splendid, and I 's fus' rate waitin' maid. I lib, 
 while ago, in ole Kentucky, young missis die, 
 leff me free gal ; so I come ober here to 'Maica ; 
 I had nuffin but Moon and a little bag a' money ; 
 and dat 's mos' gone/' Japonica looked eager. 
 
 " Do, mamma," urged Patty. " You know 
 papa wrote that you ought to bring a servant, 
 because there are so few in California." 
 
 Patty's mother asked several questions, and 
 after some consideration, said, "I will let you go 
 with us, Japonica, if you really wish it. Collect 
 your clothes, and go down to the steamer : wait 
 there for me." 
 
 " You '11 be sartin sure to come, missis ? " 
 
 " Certainly I will," said Mrs". "Williams, laugh 
 ing; "I have no idea of being left here." 
 
 " No, indeed ! " cried Patty. " Papa is wait 
 ing for us in San Francisco : we couldn't stay 
 in this place, pretty as it is." 
 
24 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER IV. 
 
 MOKE OF THE ISLAND. 
 
 " Pray, am not I a fine bird ? 
 Green and yellow and scarlet ? " 
 
 " ARE you ready, now ? " said Mr. Jaques, 
 coming over to them. " Our party are. quite out 
 of sight." He offered his arm to Mrs. Willis ms. 
 
 " I am sorry you waited for us," she said ; 
 " we could have found our way, I dare say, and 
 you may have lost some enjoyment." 
 
 " Do not feel sorry on that account ; if you 
 were enjoying yourselves, it is all right. I have 
 been making a purchase : see, Patty ; " and he 
 held out a large tin cage containing a fine green 
 and yellow parrot. 
 
 Patty ran forward. " O Mr. Jaques ! what a 
 beauty! Can she talk?" 
 
 "Yes, she talks admirably, and I dare say 
 knows more than we think she does." 
 
MORE OF THE ISLAND. 25 
 
 " Polly, Polly, speak to me, pretty Polly ! " 
 said Patty, putting her finger through the bars of 
 the cage ; but Poll chose to be cross and sulky : 
 she only screamed at the little girl. 
 
 " Take care, Patty ! she may bite," cried Mrs. 
 Williams. " She is not in good-humor, it appears." 
 
 " Barking dogs never bite," said Mr. Jaques. 
 " Will you allow me. to give her to Patty ? " 
 
 " I think the parrot would prefer a more ex 
 perienced mistress." 
 
 " But I bought her especially for Patty," plead 
 ed the gentleman. 
 
 " O mamma ! Indeed I will tend her most 
 carefully, and never neglect to feed her ; and if 
 I should be away, Japonica can do it for me." 
 
 " Very well," said mamma. " I think all that 
 remains, then, is to thank your kind friend for 
 the beautiful present." 
 
 " Why, Mr. Jaques, I was so delighted that 
 I forgot to thank you ; but I do, very much, in 
 deed," and Patty put her little hand into his. 
 
 " Quite welcome, my dear. But who is Ja,- 
 ponica ? " 
 
26 PATTY IVILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " 0, we have been bargaining as well as you, 
 since we landed," said Mrs. Williams ; and as 
 they walked up the sandy street, Mr. Jaques 
 was told what had passed about Japonica and 
 Moon. 
 
 " But, Mr. Jaques," said Patty, " you must 
 promise, if you please, not to call ' Moon ' a 
 ' monkey ' again." 
 
 " I promise," said he, laughing ; " and now 
 let us look for ice-creams. Farther up in the 
 town I believe there are refreshments." 
 
 They were not very successful in their search ; 
 all the creams were flavored with salt, which 
 was by no means agreeable ; but Mr. Jaques 
 told Patty that she could at least have it to 
 say, she had taken refreshments while sitting 
 under a fig-tree in the month of November. 
 
 It was beginning to grow dusky now, and 
 Mrs. Williams thought if they did not go back 
 to the ship they might be left after all. 
 
 " Never fear," said Mr. Jaques, " they will 
 fire the gun half an hour before leaving. Look, 
 how brilliant the street is. See the negroes sel 
 
MOKE OF THE ISLAND. 27 
 
 ing their wares on the sidewalk, lit up with their 
 flaring pine torches." 
 
 " Mr. Jaques," said Patty, " what are they 
 sell tin? over in that corner, under the cocoanut- 
 
 O ' 
 
 tree ? " 
 
 "I believe it is guava jelly in little boxes. 
 Would you like some ? " 
 
 " May I, mamma ? " 
 
 " Suppose we all go over," said Mrs. Williams ; 
 and they crossed to where the sale was going on. 
 
 " My shoes are full of sand," said Patty. " I 
 must take them off and empty them." 
 
 " It is not worth while, dear ; they will fill 
 again at once. Wait until we reach the ship." 
 
 " But it is so uncomfortable, mamma." 
 
 " If ye bothers yerself wid thriiies, my little 
 lady, ye '11 never do for Californy," said a voice 
 close by. 
 
 Patty turned quickly, and there stood Bridg 
 et's father, with his little girl in his arms. " O, 
 there 's Biddy ! " said she, joyfully. " Did you 
 get any flowers, Biddy ? " 
 
 " No," said Bridget. 
 
28 PATTY TTILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " Well, never mind ; see here," showing her 
 bouquet. " Are n't these lovely ? Half are for 
 you." 
 
 Bridget smiled. 
 
 " Biddy, why don't you walk ? I should think 
 it would tire your father to carry such a great 
 girl as you in his arms." 
 
 Bridget blushed and hid her face on her fa 
 ther's shoulder, while he explained. 
 
 " Don't ye see, miss, she has no shoes at all ; 
 and the hot sand has blistered her feet ? That 's 
 a dale worse nor having sand in your shoes." 
 
 Patty handed half her bouquet to her friend, 
 and Biddy whispered, "I have a fine pair of 
 brogans that will be afther taking me across the 
 Isthmus, any how." 
 
 The gun was now heard. " Come, said Mr. 
 Jaques, "we must go at once," and they hur 
 ried back to the steamer, where was a new 
 scene, and the busiest of all. 
 
ON BOARD SHIP AGAIN. 2U 
 
 CHAPTER V. 
 
 ON BOAED SHIP AGAIN. 
 
 " Small service is true service while it lasts. 
 
 Of friends, however poor, she scorned not one ; 
 So daisies, by the shadow that they cast, 
 
 Protect the lingering dew-drop from the sun." 
 
 PASSING up and down the plaiak, files of tall 
 negro women carried baskets of coal upon their 
 heads, emptying them into the coal-hole of the 
 ship. Flitting in and out were negro boys with 
 flaring pine torches ; and crowds of idle men 
 stood looking on. 
 
 Patty thought it strange that women should 
 do all the work. I guess a good many others 
 thought so too, but the women seemed well sat 
 isfied. They sang all the while in loud, harmo 
 nious voices, the same song over and over again. 
 It echoed along the hills and died away over 
 
30 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 the water, only again to awaken with the same 
 cheery strain, 
 
 " Miss Nancy ! Miss Nancy ! 
 Walk along and heav-e' ! 
 
 Walk along a-moving! " 
 
 Japonica stood, with Moon in her arms, faith 
 ful to appointment. Mrs. Williams took her to 
 her own state-room, where was a spare berth for 
 Japonica's use. 
 
 The poor girl was very happy. She laid her 
 sleeping Moon upon the pillow and sat down 
 near the door, outside, quietly Vatching every 
 body, while she peeled and ate a banana. 
 
 Patty was tired : she waited only to feed her 
 parrot, who turned out to be an old acquaint 
 ance of Japonica's, and then went to bed. 
 
 Mrs. Williams remained upon deck watching 
 how the Island of Jamaica gradually faded in 
 the distance. 
 
 The next morning Patty remembered Bridg 
 et, and going to the steerage railing, found her 
 little friend peeping through, as usual, to see 
 the cabin people come up from breakfast. 
 
ON BOARD SHIP AGAIN. 31 
 
 " How are your feet, Biddy ? " was the first 
 question. 
 
 " They feel pretty bad the day, but they 11 
 soon be heal'n." 
 
 " I am glad you went ashore, yesterday : did 
 you have a nice time except for the hot sand ? " 
 
 " I wanted an orange bad, and my father 
 couldn't get one." 
 
 "Why couldn't he?" 
 
 " He would have to buy three." 
 
 " I thought you said you wanted only one." 
 
 " And my brothers ! " said Bridget. " Could 
 I be ating an orange and niver a one for thim ? " 
 
 "0, I forgot," said Patty. "But didn't you 
 admire the negroes, with their beautiful turbans 
 and torches ? " 
 
 "I did not, indeed." 
 
 " Did n't ! " cried Patty. " Why, Bridget ! " 
 
 " They 're ugly craturs, my father says, and 
 the furder we keep from thim the betther for 
 us." 
 
 " But all were not ugly, Biddy ; some of 
 them were very pretty." 
 3 
 
32 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 "Whisht!" said Bridget, "I don't like thim 
 at all. I wanted to run on the lovely green 
 hills ; but my feet smarted me ; and I could get 
 nary a taste of the fruit." 
 
 Poor Biddy ! " 
 
 " Is it me that 's < poor Biddy ' ? " 
 
 " Yes ; because you did n't enjoy yourself." 
 
 " Niver fret now," said Bridget, good-natured 
 ly, "it's all the same the day." 
 
 " It shall be a great deal better to-day," said 
 Patty. "Wait here a minute." 
 
 Away she ran, begged her mother for some 
 guava and some oranges, and said to Japonica, 
 " Please lend me Moon a few minutes, I want 
 to show her to somebody." 
 
 When Bridget saw her coming, thus loaded, 
 she wondered greatly. " Is this what you bought 
 upon the land ? " said she. 
 
 " No, we did n't buy the baby ; but we brought 
 her from the island, and her mother too. Is n't 
 she sweet ? " Patty smoothed the flounced dress 
 and arranged the red ribbon with great satisfac 
 tion. 
 
ON BOARD SHIP AGAIN. 33 
 
 " O, it 's a darlin' little cratur," exclaimed 
 Bridget. "Now that is not black at all, but 
 only darkish. Look at the sweet, big eyes of 
 it, and the lovely hair!" 
 
 " I know it. And she is so good and so play 
 ful. Manama is delighted with her, and so is 
 everybody ; only some of the gentlemen will 
 laugh. Now sit still, dear little Moon, while I 
 give Biddy the oranges." 
 
 Bridget's eyes brightened. " Oranges for me ! 
 O, the illigant fruit! Thank ye, miss," said 
 she, as Patty passed one after another through 
 the bars. " Where 's Johnny and Pat, till I 
 give thim some ! " 
 
 " Stop a minute, Biddy ; here 's a nice little 
 box of jelly, too, and please don't call me miss ; 
 my name is Patty, you know ; won't you call 
 me Patty ? " 
 
 " Sure I will ; but won't I run to dad and the 
 boys with the illigant fruits, now ? " 
 
 " Yes, if you please, Biddy ; and I must 
 take Moon back to her mother. I am afraid 
 she will cry." 
 
34: PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 But there was no danger of that ; the little 
 creature looked as serene as her namesake 
 in the sky. Moon beamed a soft smile upon 
 Patty, and held her arms out, lisping, "Mam 
 ma!" 
 
 "Yes, darling, I'll take you to her;" and, 
 holding the baby in both arms, she carried her 
 back. 
 
 " O Japonica," said Patty, " she is the sweet 
 est, dearest baby ! " 
 
 " Bress you, little missis ! What for you 'mire 
 Moon ? " 
 
 " Why, everybody admires her ; see how the 
 people all turn this way to look at her." 
 
 Japonica tossed her head and held the baby 
 up high in her arms. She delighted in the 
 praises she heard of her Moon. 
 
 Patty stood quite still, smiling at Japonica and 
 her baby, who frolicked softly together, like cat 
 and kitten. Soon Moon grew sleepy, and Ja 
 ponica laid her in her berth ; then taking a lit 
 tle white spencer from Mrs. Williams's work-bas 
 ket, she seated herself at work, and began to 
 
ON BOARD SHIP AGAIN. 35 
 
 sing, in a soft voice, to a sad, monotonous air, 
 this little verse, which she repeated again and 
 again : 
 
 " Poor aunt Piedy, 
 She died last Friday, 
 Poor old creetur, 
 Turkey-buzzards eat her." 
 
 Patty listened to this song with considerable 
 curiosity, wondering what disease Aunt Piedy 
 died of, and why she was eaten by buzzards 
 instead of being decently buried under ground. 
 She did not ask about it, lest she should disturb 
 Moon. 
 
36 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER VI. 
 
 THE STORM. 
 
 " Naught I saw, so black the night was ; 
 Black the storm, too, in its might was. 
 
 But who raised the tempest up, 
 He sustained each drooping one, 
 And God was present in the storm, 
 
 And when the storm was done." 
 
 TOWARD evening, Patty and her mother sat 
 almost alone upon deck, watching the sea and 
 the fierce-looking clouds that gathered them 
 selves up in the sky. "As night came on the 
 wind blew hard, and the waves became very 
 rough. Many of the passengers were obliged 
 to go to bed. 
 
 " Mamma, why do the great waves leap up 
 as if they wanted to jump over us ? " said Patty. 
 
 " It is the coming on of a storm, my dear." 
 
 " Are storms at sea very dangerous, mamma?" 
 
THE STORM. 39 
 
 " Sometimes, but not often in such strong ships 
 as this." 
 
 " When it tips about so, I should think it 
 would be likely to upset. Mamma, let me sit 
 in your lap." 
 
 " You are not afraid, my birdie," said mamma, 
 taking her little girl on her lap, " are you ? " 
 
 " Yes, I believe I am," said Patty, softly. 
 
 " I think there is no cause for fear, darling : 
 this ship sails here every month, and seldom 
 makes the voyage without meeting some rough 
 weather ; yet the good Father has let her pass 
 on in safety, always ; and I believe he will 
 now." 
 
 The wind rose so high that it was impossible 
 to stay longer on deck. 
 
 It was dark and gloomy in the cabin ; only 
 a lantern here and there lit up the long room. 
 Ladies lay about on sofas, looking very ill 
 and miserable, and babies and little neglected 
 children were crying and tumbling over each 
 other. The stewardess was scolding ; the wait 
 ers were running to and fro ; and quite at the 
 
40 PATTY WILLIAMS' s VOYAGE. 
 
 farther end were men vainly trying to play 
 cards, while they held on to the table to keep 
 from falling ; suddenly a lurch in the ship sent 
 them all in a heap together, with their chairs 
 on top of them. Patty's parrot, whose cage 
 hung in the middle of the saloon, screamed an 
 grily at being so shaken and tossed about, and 
 said, " Quit that, now, quit that ! " 
 
 Patty's mother thought the best thing they 
 could do, would be to go back and get to bed 
 as quickly as possible. They retraced their 
 steps, holding on to everything as they went, 
 until Mr. Jaques, seeing them from above, came 
 to their aid, and laughingly they reached their 
 state-room on deck. 
 
 " Good night," said Mr. Jaques. " I hope I 
 shall find you all safe here to-morrow morning. 
 Patty, hold pn to your pillow, or you may roll 
 out of bed." He laughed, and Patty laughed 
 too. She had lost all fear for the present, be 
 cause everybody seemed so indifferent to the 
 roughness of the sailing, only troubling them 
 selves about the discomfort. Her mother put 
 her to bed, and she soon fell asleep. 
 
THE STOKM. 41 
 
 Late in the night the storm reached its height. 
 It roared loudly outside, and terrible was the 
 dashing of the big waves against the sides of 
 the ship ; each one threatening to break her in 
 pieces. Chairs and tables were flung about the 
 cabin, and glass and crockery fell shattered over 
 the floors. 
 
 At one very loud burst of wind, Patty awoke. 
 She saw her mother sitting upon the trunk in 
 her night-dress. She was pale, and her hands 
 were clasped tightly together. Upon the floor, 
 at her knees, sat Japonica, sobbing. 
 
 Patty was terrified. " Mamma ! dear mamma ! 
 O, what is the matter ? Shall we be drowned ? 
 Where are we ? " 
 
 Mrs. Williams turned to her quickly, and said, 
 " Hush, dear Patty ! lie still, or come to me, if 
 you will." She took her up. " It is a severe 
 storm ; but I think it must abate soon. Don't 
 cry, Japonica ; see how sweetly Moon sleeps 
 through it all." 
 
 Japonica hid her face and tried to be quiet, 
 but Patty trembled with fear. " Hold me fast, 
 
42 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 mamma ! dear mamma ! " cried she, clasping her 
 arms about her mother's neck, and bursting into 
 loud sobs. 
 
 " Patty," said her mother, kissing her many 
 times. " It is wrong to cry so : when you are 
 in danger, you should have all your thoughts 
 about you and gather up all your strength and 
 courage." 
 
 " But this dreadful noise, mamma, it is 
 frightful! And papa, 0, he will never see 
 us again ! Hold me tight ; don't take your 
 arms away." 
 
 Poor Patty was quite' beside herself. 
 
 " My little daughter, come, be brave. If God 
 chooses to call us to him to-night, we must be 
 willing to go, and not be weak and wretched 
 when he sends for us." 
 
 " Mamma, what were you doing when I woke 
 just now ? " 
 
 " I was asking our Father in heaven to give 
 me strength." 
 
 " Did he give it to you, mamma ? " 
 
 "I think so." 
 
THE STORM. 43 
 
 " Will he give me strength if I ask him ? " 
 
 " If you ask sincerely." 
 
 Patty nestled closer to her dear mother, and 
 tried to be quiet ; but when she heard the cries 
 and the wailings of women and children down 
 stairs, she shuddered, and said, " How can the 
 Father listen to all those poor, frightened peo 
 ple, and still hear my prayer too ? " 
 
 " He can and he will ; he cares for ah 1 alike ; 
 he never forsakes any one of us for a single 
 moment." 
 
 Gradually Patty ceased to tremble, and the 
 soft touch of her mother's cheek against hers 
 seemed to fill her heart with love and faith. 
 They sat silently thus for two hours. 
 
 " Now will you lie in bed, Patty ? " said her 
 mother. " Listen, the wind is quieter already : 
 I believe the danger is nearly over." 
 
 " Please, dear mamma," said Patty, as she 
 laid her head upon the pillow, " sing to me." 
 
 The good mother took the little girl's small 
 hands in her own, and in a sweet, low voice, 
 she sang this : 
 
. 44 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " The baby that softly lieth 
 
 Asleep on its mother's breast, 
 Not even a dream of sorrow 
 Disturbeth its peaceful rest. 
 
 " Alone on its midnight pillow, 
 
 There, too, doth it safely sleep ; 
 For the holy angels of heaven 
 Their vigils around it keep. 
 
 " And the mother's soft enfoldings, 
 So warmly and tenderly given, 
 Are only a part and a portion 
 Of the love that flows from Heaven." 
 
 Patty sighed gently, arid said, " I thank you, 
 dear mamma, I feel happy now. Won't you 
 He down too ? and we will make believe the 
 rocking ship is a cradle, and so go to sleep." 
 
 Japonica now spoke. " Is we dem all 
 safe, missis ? " 
 
 " Yes, I think so, Japonica. You had better 
 get into your berth." 
 
 " Yes, missis ; I can sleep fus' rate now dat dar 
 win's blow'd down. Lor' bress us ! I was dref- 
 ful 'feared we 'd nebber see momin' agin, 'deed 
 I was, when little missy set up her cryin', de 
 
THE STORM. 45 
 
 sweet honey ! and 'specially when she say we 
 nebber see marser in Californy." 
 
 " Why 'Poney," said Patty, " you don't know 
 my papa." 
 
 " Does n't I know your mudder, and ain't dat 
 de same ting ? " 
 
 " Yes, indeed it is, Japonica," said Mrs. Wil 
 liams, laughing ; " now go to sleep." 
 
 The morning dawned bright and beautiful ; 
 arid although the waves were still high, not a 
 cloud was to be seen, and the sun rose glori 
 ously from out his morning bath. It was late 
 when he looked into Patty's berth, and when 
 she awoke she was rejoiced to see his rays ly 
 ing along the state-room floor. Japonica sat 
 upon the trunk untying the knots in Patty's 
 shoes. Little Moon, in a clean, embroidered 
 frock, was on her mother's lap, drawing in her 
 breakfast with great satisfaction. 
 
 " Where 's mamma, 'Poney." 
 
 " Gone out on deck 'long time 'go, honey." 
 
 "Is it late?" 
 
 " 'Siderable late ; but breffus bell has n't rung." 
 
46 PATTY WILLIAMS' s VOYAGE. 
 
 And Japonica, setting down Moon, came to Patty, 
 saying, " Now, honey, I 'se goin' to dress you." 
 
 " How sweet Moon looks this morning," said 
 Patty, putting out her feet for her stockings. 
 " Did you make that little yellow dress for her, 
 Toney ? " 
 
 " Course I did ; and you must put on clean 
 frock too. Nebber do for Moon to look finer 
 than missy." 
 
 "Why not, 'Poney? Moon is better than I." 
 
 " Hi ! Why you say such ting as dat ? Lit 
 tle Miss Patty is 'fection, 'deed she is ! " 
 
 " no ! I am sometimes very naughty ; but 
 Moon never is ; besides, she is only a baby, and 
 so she is nearer to heaven than I am." 
 
 " Hear dis chile talk ! " exclaimed Japonica. 
 
 " O, but it is not talk, it is true," said Patty. 
 " Jesus once called little children about him, and 
 said, < Of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.' 
 Now that was because the very little children 
 were so good." 
 
 Japonica rolled up her eyes, and said, solemn 
 ly, " Lor' bress her ! " 
 
THE STORM. 47 
 
 " There, 'Poney, now I am dressed : please 
 don't comb my hair any more: it is smooth 
 enough. Hark ! There 's the bell." 
 
 Away ran Patty, and joining her mother, 
 they went to breakfast. Every one at table 
 talked of the storm in the night. Each had 
 her own story to tell : how frightened she had 
 been, and what she thought. Patty wondered 
 if any had been as brave as her dear mother. 
 Then she thought of Biddy, and determined to 
 make her another visit when breakfast was over. 
 She secured a piece of hot corn bread and but 
 ter to refresh the little steerage girl, after her 
 probable night of anxiety and fear, 
 
 Bridget had, also, her story of the night's ad 
 ventures ; she told how dreadfully frightened she 
 had been down in her dark berth, and how 
 Johnny and Pat screamed, and how " Dad had 
 to shake thim, and bate thim, to hish up ; all 
 in the did of the night." 
 
 Tears stood in Patty's eyes as she listened, 
 and compared all this with the comforting words 
 her mother had soothed her with, when she cried ; 
 4 
 
48 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 and the beautiful song that had sent peace into 
 her soul. 
 
 "I wish there weren't such a difference be 
 tween children/' thought Patty. " Some are so 
 happy and tenderly cared for, and others so neg 
 lected and suffering. I am no better that Bid 
 dy ; and yet how differently we live. I mean to 
 ask mamma about it." 
 
PATTY TREATED LIKE A CAKPET-BAG. 49 
 
 
 CHAPTER VII. 
 
 PATTY TKEATED LIKE A CARPET-BAG. 
 
 0, says the little girl, 
 
 What shall I do ? 
 Where am I going ? 
 I wish that I knew." 
 
 WHEN people go to California, they generally ' 
 sail on the Atlantic Ocean in a steamship, as 
 Patty did, until they reach Central America, 
 which is the country lying directly between 
 
 North and South America, and joining the two. 
 
 * 
 The narrowest part of Central America is called 
 
 the ISTHMUS. People usually cross there to 
 take another steamship, which awaits them on 
 the other side. In that ship they sail up the 
 Pacific Ocean, until they reach the city of San 
 Francisco, in California. 
 
 There is also another crossing, not quite so 
 
50 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 far south, and not so narrow, called the ISTH 
 MUS of Nicaragua ; and it was over this cross 
 ing that Patty and her mother were to go. 
 
 They had been sailing on the ocean ten days 
 when Patty saw land for the second time. * 
 
 " It is the Isthmus ! " cried the passengers. 
 It is the Isthmus ! " echoed all the children, 
 joyfully ; for they were as heartily tired as the 
 grown people were of being crowded together 
 in the heat, so many days, and here they knew 
 they were to land. ^ 
 
 - Yes, this was Nicaragua : and the little town 
 of thatched huts, that lay on the edge of the 
 water, was San Juan.* A beautiful river, bear 
 ing the same name as the town, flows half way 
 across this part of the Isthmus. Several small 
 steamboats, with a red wooden wheel behind 
 each, lay against the town, waiting to carry pas 
 sengers up the smooth waters of this river. ^ 
 
 Mrs. Williams with Japonica had been busy 
 all the forenoon packing the trunks, and putting 
 a few necessary articles of clothing into carpet- 
 * Pronounced San Wan. 
 
PATTY'S ALARM. 51 
 
 bags, which they would keep by them; for, at 
 San Juan, the passengers' trunks are always 
 taken by the baggage-masters, and not given 
 back to their owners until they are fairly on 
 board the steamer at the other side of tKe Isth 
 mus. 
 
 The ship, lay quietly at the mouth of the 
 river, and several of the small steamboats had 
 been to get their load of people and baggage 
 from the steamer, and were already on their 
 way up, whisking their little wheels round, be 
 hind them, like tails. 
 
 Another now moved up to the ship, and a 
 narrow plank being laid from the high deck 
 down to the boat, Mr. Jaques came to call Mrs. 
 Williams. A large party had collected at the 
 top of the plank, but it seemed a fearful under 
 taking to go down while so many people crowd 
 ed upon it at once. Nevertheless the perilous 
 descent must be taken ; so, bravely shoving in 
 among them, Mrs. Williams drew Patty along; 
 but Patty, much frightened, held back with all 
 her might. 
 
52 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " Go on, *go on," cried Mr. Jaques from be 
 hind, whose arms were filled with carpet-bags. 
 
 Japonica, with Moon on her back, and carry 
 ing a large basket, cried out, "What for you 
 stop, Miss Patty ? You be crushed, 'deed you 
 will, if you don't hurry up wid yoursef." 
 
 But Patty still pulled back. " O mamma," 
 cried she, " don't go, don't go : you will be hurt ; 
 don't try to go down there." 
 
 The people were pushing by, and impatiently 
 murmuring at the stoppage. Mr. Jaques saw 
 but one thing to do. He called to a man, 
 standing down in the boat, " Catch this child 
 when I throw her ; " and, before Patty could 
 speak, he snatched her up in his arms. Di 
 rectly she felt herself flying through the air, 
 and caught by the man, who placed her, aston 
 ished and dumb, upon a large box in the boat. 
 She saw trunks tumbled over the side of the ship, 
 and valises thrown on to the boat in very much 
 the same manner ; and she felt indignant that 
 she had not been treated with more respect than 
 one of these. But when she saw her mother 
 
PATTY TREATED LIKE A CARPET-BAG. 53 
 
 reach the boat, followed by Japonica and Moon, 
 her feelings changed from indignation to con 
 trition and shame ; especially as her mother 
 looked much disturbed. She knew she had an 
 noyed others by her foolish conduct, and she was 
 longing to acknowledge her fault ; when Japoni 
 ca approached with angry looks and gestures : 
 
 " Ain't you 'shamed yousef, Miss Patty ? ain't 
 you 'shamed to set up your 'beneezer on dat dare 
 rotten ole board ; and mos upset de whole libbin 
 drove on us ! You wery bad gal, 'deed you is." 
 
 Patty's lip quivered ; she had never been 
 scolded so. " Indeed, 'Poney," she said, " I 
 know it was very wrong ; but I was so afraid 
 mamma would be hurt ! " 
 
 " O, go 'way now, wid your 'scuses. You 
 was n't a bit afeared of breakin' your mudder's 
 heart, hinderin' her on dat slippery ole board; 
 'deed you wasn't." 
 
 Patty burst into tears. 
 
 " Hi ! Honey ! It 's all ober, you know. It 's 
 jess if you been good chile, now we down all 
 safe. 'Poney 's bad hersef, to make you cry ; 
 'deed she is." 
 
54 PATTY "WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 Patty still sobbed; and while Japonica tried 
 to comfort her, Mrs. Williams arrived at their 
 end of the boat. 
 
 " What are you crying for, Patty ? " 
 
 " O mamma, I have behaved so foolishly." 
 
 " Since you think so, my dear, I am sure 
 you will never be so silly again. One should 
 always follow the leader in these cases, even 
 when the way looks dangerous." 
 
 " But, mamma, did you see how I came 
 down at last, just like a carpet-bag?" 
 
 " Yes, I saw ; and, impeding the way as you 
 did, I felt it was right you should be treated 
 like one." 
 
 Patty now saw Mr. Jaques at a little dis 
 tance : he laughed and shook his finger at her, 
 while she blushed and hid her face. But when 
 he came, holding out his hand and begging to 
 be forgiven the rather ungallant act of throw 
 ing her overboard, Patty readily made friends 
 again, and consented to go with him to see the 
 working of the wheel, which now began to move 
 them up the river. 
 
UP THE RIVER. 55 
 
 CHAPTER VIII. 
 
 UP THE RIVER. 
 
 u Slow sailing up the silver stream, 
 
 Fanned by the freshening breeze, 
 What bursts of golden sunshine 
 Came dancing through the trees. 
 
 " What flowery shapes unnumbered ! 
 
 What glades with mosses green ! 
 Of all the rivers in the world 
 No lovelier may be seen ! " 
 
 WHAT a lovely river it was ! As they sailed 
 on, the country opened to their view, showing 
 such beauties as Patty had never dreamed of. 
 Each side of the narrow river were velvety 
 green banks, dotted with gorgeous flowers. 
 Just behind these arose rich masses of foliage 
 and vines, so closely interlaced that they seemed 
 like a solid wall. Abrupt openings, on one side 
 or the other, .showed vistas of soft scenery, 
 
56 PATTY WILLIAMS' s VOYAGE. 
 
 shrubby hills, and placid lakes, with here and 
 there an Indian hut in its fcttle garden. As 
 they advanced they came to a still narrower 
 part of the river, where the overhanging branches 
 swept the roof of the boat, and sent delicious 
 perfumes from their bruised blossoms, among the 
 passengers, who delightedly drew in the sweet 
 odors. 
 
 Once Patty reached her hand out, and caught 
 at a wide, smooth leaf, very glossy and green ; 
 she pulled it on to the boat and laid her cheek 
 against its cool palm. Everybody was in high 
 spirits. This charming excursion was a great 
 contrast to life on the steamship, and sailing 
 over the wide and dreary ocean. 
 
 This beautiful scenery continued all the way, 
 till at last they came to the end of the river, 
 and reached a sheet of water called Lake Nic 
 aragua. Here was another steamboat, much 
 larger than the one on the river, but not so 
 large as the great ocean steamship. Into this 
 they all hurried, and everything was crowded 
 again, because the passengers from the other 
 boats were now all together. 
 
UP THE RIVER. 57 
 
 While crossing they passed a beautiful moun 
 tain called Ometepe, standing in the middle of 
 the lake. At the end .of twenty-four hours the 
 boat stopped, within sight of land : it could go 
 no farther because of the breakers or great 
 waves dashing over rocks. 
 
 Patty stood on deck with her mother. " Mam 
 ma, what little town is that ? " she said. 
 
 " It is Virgin Bay" 
 
 " What are those brown, moving things, in 
 such crowds upon the shore ? " 
 
 " They are mules : we shall ride upon them 
 to reach the steamer upon the other side of the 
 Isthmus." 
 
 Patty looked delighted. " I shall like that. 
 But, mamma, what is that rope reaching from 
 our boat to the land ? and, do see : a boat 
 is coming from the town ! " 
 
 As Patty watched this, it approached rapidly 
 nearer. She saw men standing upright and 
 holding on to the rope, by which means they 
 drew their boat along. This boat was made 
 of iron and painted red : its bottom was flat, 
 
58 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 so that it could ride over those rough break 
 ers, and carry the people, a few at a time, 
 up to the town. It went and returned several 
 times, until nearly all were landed. 
 
 " Where are we to go next ? " said Patty, 
 after she had seen her friends all safe upon dry 
 ground. 
 
 " To the hotel," replied Mr. Jaques, smiling. 
 
 Now Patty's idea of a hotel was something 
 very extensive and splendid. She remembered 
 the great hotels in Broadway, and had no idea 
 of anything less elegant and spacious being 
 called one. Mr. Jaques and Mrs. Williams 
 were amused to see Patty's searching eyes, 
 which took in the entire town, yet found noth 
 ing that looked like a hotel. 
 
 " I don't see one," at length she said ; " but 
 I suppose you know where it is, Mr. Jaques, 
 because you have been here before." 
 
 " O yes, I know very well where it is," he 
 replied. 
 
 So making their way among mules and bag 
 gage, men and women, natives and pigs, he 
 
UP THE RIVER. 59 
 
 led them to a building, quite like a barn ; only 
 it had a portico in front, and a sign-board 
 nailed over the door, with " UNITED STATES 
 HOTEL " printed upon it. A ragged American 
 flag fluttered over the sign. Being the best in 
 Virgin Bay, this hotel was crowded. The floor 
 was bare ground, like a cellar. Extended along 
 its whole length was a rough board table, with 
 food for those who were hungry. 
 
60 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE, 
 
 CHAPTER IX. 
 
 COMPANY AT THE HOTEL. 
 " Take a 'poon, pig." 
 
 PATTY'S mother was most desirous to change 
 the clothes they had worn so long, and have a 
 tub of water in which to bathe. They were 
 therefore shown at once to their room, which 
 Patty thought poor accommodation for tired 
 travellers ; but she made no complaint : indeed, 
 she was so much entertained that she could do 
 little else but laugh. 
 
 The room they were to sleep in was a corner 
 of the general dining-room, before mentioned, 
 partitioned off by several old bed-quilts and bits 
 of matting pinned together, and nailed across to 
 opposite beams. There were two cot-bedsteads, 
 without bedding of any kind upon them ; a bar- 
 
COMPANY AT THE HOTEL. 61 
 
 rel, turned upside down, with a tin basin and a 
 bar of soap upon it; and this was all the fur 
 niture. 
 
 " Do you think we can sleep here ? " said 
 Patty. 
 
 " We can do anything that is necessary," said 
 mamma, smiling. 
 
 "Go now, Japonica, and see if we can have 
 a tub of water. Come, little butterfly," and 
 she held her arms out to Moon, who sprang to 
 wards her. 
 
 " Mamma," said Patty, " Moon never cries 
 like other babies, does she ? " 
 
 " She does not look as if she did," said Mrs. 
 Williams. " See how she laughs, and how full 
 of fun her face is. Poor little thing ! " And 
 the lady sighed. 
 
 " Why do you call her poor, mamma ? " 
 
 Mrs. Williams did not immediately reply ; 
 and just then Japonica entered, with an Indian 
 boy, bringing a large tub of water. They 
 \placed it upon the ground, and the boy went out. 
 ' What sort of a boy is that, mamma ? " 
 
62 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " A Nicaragiian ; partly Spanish, and partly 
 Indian." 
 
 " Do they speak our language ? " 
 
 No, Spanish." 
 
 " Come, Miss Patty," said Japonica, " does n't 
 you want to get into dat are tub ? " 
 
 " Yes, I do, 'Poney." Patty hurried off her 
 clothes, and dipped her little white feet into the 
 water. 
 
 " O how nice it feels ! " said she, seating her 
 self. " Mamma, look ! look ! see those noses 
 coming under the bed-quilt wall ! " 
 
 Mrs. Williams and Japonica both turned, and 
 the little snouts, and the next minute the entire 
 bodies, of three young pigs appeared. No doubt 
 these little pigs were amazed to see Patty in the 
 tub, though their countenances did not betray 
 it. Patty covered her mouth with her hands 
 to prevent herself from laughing aloud ; but 
 her precaution was needless, for the new visitors 
 seemed accustomed to company, and trotted 
 about quite at home. Moon threw her orange 
 at them, which they ate greedily ; then going 
 
PIGS IN THE BEDCHAMBER. 63 
 
 to the tub, they jumped up with their forefeet 
 upon the edge, to take a closer survey, and 
 see if it might not contain something relishing. 
 
 Japonica considered this altogether too great 
 a liberty. She tried to drive them off, but they 
 only ran round and round the tub, trying to get 
 out of her way. At last, quite out of patience, 
 she dealt them some pretty hard blows with the 
 umbrella. They squealed frantically, and ran 
 off to find a more hospitable welcome else 
 where. 
 
 Patty had laughed so heartily that the tears 
 were on her cheeks. " O dear ! " she cried, " to 
 think of having pigs in our bedchamber ! " 
 
 When Patty was washed and dressed she 
 went outside the curtain, and seated herself 
 upon a stool, to see what was to be seen. 
 There she again met the little pigs, regaling 
 themselves upon the crumbs that fell from the 
 table. 
 
 After supper Patty and her mother went on 
 to the piazza. Perched upon a fence near by 
 was a large, gray monkey, amusing the people 
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64 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 with his ridiculous antics. He held pieces of 
 cocoanuts in his hands, and threw them at the 
 passers-by. He snatched a woman's bonnet from 
 her head and put it upon his own, with various 
 other tricks, which made Patty laugh immod 
 erately. There were a great number of parrots 
 and little parroquets, carried about for sale, sit 
 ting on their owners' hands or shoulders. Now 
 and then a native woman appeared in her door 
 way, her glossy black hair braided down her 
 back, and her thin white skirt plentifully ruffled 
 round the bottom ; while almost invariably a 
 parrot followed behind her. 
 
 It soon grew dark, and the tired travellers 
 went to their room. Japonica and her baby 
 lay asleep upon one of the cots. Mrs. "Williams 
 and Patty lay down upon the other, and, notwith 
 standing the want of mattress and bed-clothes, 
 they quickly fell asleep too. Towards morning 
 Patty was awakened by being pushed up and 
 down from underneath her cot, in a very strange 
 manner. She touched her mother. " Mamma, 
 what is that ? " she whispered. 
 
AN INTRUSION. 65 
 
 Her mother roused herself, and sat up. It was 
 still dark ; so dark that she could not have seen 
 what was under the bed had she looked. But 
 her doubts came suddenly to an end, when she 
 heard a satisfied grunt! It was the mother of 
 the three young pigs, who had found a con 
 venient place for scratching backs. Patty gladly 
 listened to the retreating footsteps, for she had 
 no liking to such close acquaintance with her 
 pig-ship. 
 
66 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 CROSSING THE ISTHMUS. 
 
 " Cheerily, merrily riding along, 
 Their hearts are light, and their mules are strong." 
 
 EARLY in the morning they all stood at the 
 door ready for their mule-ride. Mr. Jaques 
 proposed that Patty should ride in front of him 
 on his mule, as she was too young to be trusted 
 on one by herself. Patty liked this arrangement 
 on account of its safety : we know she was not 
 of the bravest. 
 
 Side-saddles were scarce, but Mrs. "Williams 
 was fortunate enough to secure one. Nearly all 
 the women were obliged to sit upon men's sad 
 dles. Japonica was one of these unfortunates. 
 
 " 'Deed, missis," she protested, " I can't sit 
 sideways on dat dere smoove saddle. I pitch off 
 fus' ting!" 
 
CROSSING THE ISTHMUS. 07 
 
 *" Just try it, Japonica ; I think you can," said 
 Mrs. Williams. 
 
 " O but, missis, I nebber can do it ! How on 
 de yeth does you 'spect me to hitch on, when 
 dere's ntiffin' to hitch to?" 
 
 " Dear 'Poney, see, the others are doing it," 
 coaxed Patty. 
 
 " 'Deed, but I can't," persisted Japonica, ob 
 stinately. 
 
 Mr. Jaques laughed. "Well, then, my girl," 
 said he, " I see no other way than for you to 
 ride as I do." 
 
 " Hi ! Massa Jaques, I can do dat easy 'nuff, 
 and 't won't be fuss time, neider ! " So saying, 
 Japonica strided her mule and placed Moon be 
 fore her, which gave Patty great amusement as 
 well as satisfaction. 
 
 They started off right merrily. A native boy 
 rode along with them, carrying the carpet-bags 
 and the parrot. It was a delicious morning, and 
 the ride was charming. Here and there they 
 halted to admire some new opening of scenery, 
 ,or to gather one of the passion-flowers that ran 
 
68 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 profusely about their feet, or to watch the flight 
 of some gaudy-plumaged bird, as it rose over 
 the high trees. Patty thought it the most mem 
 orable day of her life. Suddenly Mr. Jaques 
 began to sing; Patty, too, lifted up her sweet 
 voice, and Mrs. Williams was drawn into the 
 chorus. They sang " Home, Sweet Home," and 
 the neighboring hills and rocks re-echoed to the 
 strain. After that, to Mr. Jaques's great delight, 
 Patty broke out into one of her own little fa 
 vorites. 
 
 SONG. 
 
 " Sing a song of spring-time, 
 
 Merry let it be : 
 The robin and the blackbird 
 Tilting on the tree. 
 
 " The tree began to leaf out, 
 
 The birds began to sing, 
 Was n't that a sign of 
 The coming on of spring? 
 
 " Fruit-buds blossoming, 
 
 Dandelions sunny ! 
 Bees in the clover-field, 
 Hunting for the honey ! 
 
CROSSING THE ISTHMUS. 69 
 
 " Maggy in the green lane, 
 
 Violets to seek, 
 Came a little Mayfly, 
 And kissed her on her cheek." 
 
 Patty stopped ; and they all listened to 'Po- 
 ney, who, at a little distance before them, was 
 also singing. It was a song of her own ; she 
 had made it, as negroes so often do, to suit the 
 occasion. 
 
 " Ridy on the Isthmus ; 
 
 Sing a baby tune : 
 'Pony ride a mule-back, 
 'Pony carry Moon. 
 
 " Moon sleep in 'Pony arms; 
 
 Must n't let her wake. 
 Missy on a mule-back, 
 'Long a Massa Jaque. 
 
 " Ridy on the Isthmus : 
 
 Sing a baby tune ; 
 'Pony ride a mule-back, 
 'Pony carry Moon." 
 
 Soon they came up with a small party of foot- 
 passengers. They were several men and women, 
 two boys and a little girl. They looked round 
 
70 PATTY WILLTAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 as the musical party advanced, and at the same 
 instant Patty clapped her hands, and exclaimed, 
 There 's Biddy ! " 
 
 The child looked up, smiled, and seemed much 
 pleased to see Patty. 
 
 Why, Biddy ! " said Patty, dismally, are 
 you walking all the way across ? " 
 
 " Sure I am," replied Biddy, cheerfully. Don't 
 ye see my fine, stout brogans ? They 're betther 
 than a mule, any way." 
 
 " But you must be tired. I can walk a while 
 now, if you will take my place. Mr. Jaques 
 will let you sit up here : won't you, Mr. 
 Jaques ? " 
 
 Before the gentleman could reply, Mr. Brian 
 said, gayly, " Thank ye, kindly, miss. Ye 's a 
 rale good-hearted young lady ; but when she 's 
 tired, my Biddy will be afther ridin' on my 
 back in turn wid the boys. My respects to ye, 
 miss, and a fine successful journey to ye all," 
 and Mr. Brian took off his leather cap with the 
 grace of a dancing-master. 
 
 Thank you," said Patty. " Good by, then, 
 
^ THE MULE'S TRICK. 71 
 
 Biddy ; we shall see each other again soon." 
 Our party rode on, and were soon out of 
 sight. 
 
 It is twelve miles from Virgin Bay to the 
 Pacific Ocean. The town upon that side of 
 the Isthmus is called " San Juan " also. The 
 way the two are distinguished, one from the 
 other, is by calling the town on the Atlantic 
 side, " San Juan del Norte" meaning North, and 
 the town on the Pacific side " San Juan del 
 Sur" meaning South. 
 
 Very few had left Virgin Bay as early as 
 Mrs. Williams's party ; so our friends arrived 
 at San Juari del Sur among the first of the pas 
 sengers. At the entrance of the town, Japonica's 
 , mule, probably judging his work to be at an 
 end, quietly squatted down in the sand, and 
 rolled the mother and baby off his back. Ja- 
 ponica, seeing that Moon was not hurt, sprang 
 to her feet and looked very angry. The mule, 
 on the contrary, looked quite happy, and began 
 rolling over and over, kicking his heels in all 
 directions, so that Japonica, whose fists were 
 
72 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 doubled ready to pommel his tough hide, was 
 obliged to keep at a respectable distance, and 
 give vent only to violent gestures and droll ex 
 pressions of disgust. She soon forgot her anger, 
 however, when she heard Patty's merry laugh, 
 and readily joined with her in considering it a 
 good joke. 
 
 - Here they found a hotel rather better in ap 
 pearance than the one they had left, and they 
 made themselves comfortable until the remainder 
 of the passengers arrived. They saw, in the dis 
 tance, the great black steamer that was to take 
 them to San Francisco. It looked disagreeably, 
 and reminded them that the pleasantest part of 
 their journey was over. 
 
 Late in the forenoon large parties of people 
 arrived ; and, after a while, a long train of mules 
 came along the beach, bringing the baggage. It 
 was wonderful what immense loads these little 
 creatures could bear. They were not much big 
 ger than large calves, yet most of them carried 
 two trunks, one hanging on each side. It looked 
 to Patty as if the trunks themselves had legs 
 
CROSSING THE ISTHMUS. 
 
 73 
 
 and a head, so completely hidden were the 
 bodies of the little mules. ^ 
 
 Patty was afraid they suffered by being made 
 to carry such heavy burdens, but her mother 
 assured her that these mules were nearly as 
 strong as cart-horses, and much surer footed. 
 
74 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTEK XI. 
 
 PATTY GROWS BRAVE. 
 
 " What strange carriage is this ? " 
 
 AFTER a while Mr. Jaqnes came to say they 
 must go down to the water and be carried to 
 the boats. 
 
 " Be carried, Mr. Jaques ! " said Patty ; " why 
 can't we walk ? " 
 
 He laughed. " Can you walk out through 
 the surf, into the ocean, half way to the steam 
 er ? " 
 
 " O no ; neither I nor mamma could do that ; 
 but why can't we be rowed over in a boat ? " 
 
 " Because the surf is so high here, and the 
 bottom so shallow that boats are unmanageable 
 very near the shore. You will have to be car 
 ried out to them." 
 
A NOVEL CONVEYANCE. 75 
 
 " Carried out to the boats ? and mamma," 
 said Patty, anxiously, " must she be picked up 
 and carried too ? " 
 
 "Indeed she must, or be left here." 
 
 Patty jpoked at her mother ; but meeting only 
 smiles in that direction, she determined to be 
 courageous. 
 
 No sooner had they reached the edge of the 
 water, than the native men came running toward 
 them, offering their brawny shoulders for service. 
 Two kneeled down, side by side, and Mrs. Wil 
 liams, gathering her skirts together, came in front 
 and seated herself upon their shoulders, holding 
 on to their heads with her hands. They rose 
 upon their feet, and Patty beheld her mother 
 lifted up and marched off with, directly into the 
 ocean. She, however, looked back, laughing, and 
 nodding encouragement to Patty, who once more 
 resolved not to be a coward this time, and al 
 lowed herself to be carried by a tall Indian into 
 the water after her mother. 
 
 These men walked on until the water reached 
 to their armpits, and they were swayed from 
 
76 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 side to side by the rolling waves ; yet they kept 
 good foothold, and landed their precious cargoes 
 in the small boats, that lay midway between 
 ^the steamer and the shore. 
 
 When seated safely beside her mother in a 
 boat, Patty was able to look back and laugh 
 heartily at seeing Mr. Jaques perched upon 
 the shoulders of a .native, his legs sticking out 
 before him, one on each side of the man's head. 
 Mr. Jaques laughed too, and was at last uncere 
 moniously pitched into the boat on his hands 
 and knees. 
 
 One lady afforded much amusement by pre 
 tending an entire indifference to her awkward 
 situation. She allowed her clothes to trail after 
 her in the water, rather than hold up her feet 
 like a sensible woman. 
 
 At last they were all placed in boats, and 
 rowed to the steamer. They went up its side 
 by a hanging ladder ; and after so much excite 
 ment and fatigue, were glad to rest quietly in 
 their new state-rooms. It would be plain sailing 
 now until they reached San Francisco. No 
 
PATTY'S REQUEST. 77 
 
 more stopping ; no more pretty scenery. Noth 
 ing but the broad ocean, after this, for fourteen 
 days. 
 
 The captain of this ship was an old acquaint 
 ance of Mrs. Williams, and showed many kind 
 nesses to her and Patty. 
 
 Sitting at breakfast next morning, Patty con 
 ceived a bright idea. Taking courage, she slipped 
 out of her seat, and walked directly up to the 
 captain. He looked round and said, pleasantly, 
 " Hav* you made a good breakfast, Miss Patty?" 
 
 " Yes, sir ; very good : but I wish to ask 
 you something." 
 
 " I am all attention," said he, kindly, bending 
 towards her. 
 
 Patty hesitated, and rolled up her apron. 
 " If you are the captain, I suppose you have 
 things the way you please, in this ship, don't 
 you ? " 
 
 "What then?" 
 
 Patty drew a long breath, and looking him 
 right in the eye, said, " I have a friend in the 
 steerage, a little girl. If you would please 
 
78 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 to let her come into my part of the ship every 
 day " 
 
 " Is that all ? " laughed the captain. Get 
 your friend as soon as you please." 
 
 " O, thank you, thank you ! Bridget will be 
 so happy ! " and away she ran. 
 
 In this steamer only one long bar separated 
 the steerage from the after deck ; and over this 
 bar Patty jumped with a light heart. She saw 
 Biddy sitting on her father's knee ; and as she 
 came near, she heard these words : " Sure, 
 since the mother died, I've niyer read my 
 primer at all." 
 
 "Well, Biddy, darlin'," returned the father, 
 " 1 11 be trying to sind you all to school in 
 Californy." 
 
 " I wonder is there ary a school in the mines, 
 Dad?" 
 
 " I don't know, Bridget, dear ; but sure 
 there 's some in 'Frisco. We '11 live there 
 when we 've dug enough of gold in the back 
 counthry." 
 
 " Good morning, Biddy," said Patty. 
 
PATTY FINDS BRIDGET. 79 
 
 " Och ! It 's the swate young lady," said Mr. 
 Brian. " Top of the mornin' to you, miss." 
 
 Bridget got down from her father's knee, and 
 took hold of Patty's hand. u I 'm rale glad 
 you've come, Patty, dear." 
 
 " Biddy, the captain says you can go with 
 me. May she, Mr. Brian ? " 
 
 " Sure she may ; and I 'm much obleeged for 
 the perliteness." 
 
 Joyfully they went together ; they found Ja- 
 ponica, who sat in a corner of the deck, with 
 Moon lying across her knees. 
 
 " See how pretty and neat she looks this morn 
 ing," said Patty. 
 
 " 'Deed, Miss Patty, that 's all you can say 
 ob Moon dis day. I 's 'feared she 's sick." 
 
 " Dear 'Poney, what makes you think so ? " 
 
 " Jes case she won't laif nor nuffin, missy ; 
 she ony kind o' hang, rag-fashion, eber since we 
 come 'board." 
 
 " I guess she 's only tired, 'Poney. Has mam 
 ma seen her ? " 
 
 Japoinca shook her head. " No, honey chile. 
 6 
 
80 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 Ef Moon goin' to die, nothin' can stop her; 
 ony all the shine go out of 'Poney, 'deed it 
 will." 
 
 Patty came behind, and put her arms round 
 Japonica's neck. " 0, don't talk so. I '11 run 
 and get my doll for her." 
 
 In the state-room she found her mother writing, 
 with a book upon her knees. " Mamma, have 
 you noticed Moon this morning ? " 
 
 " Yes, dear : I see she is not well." 
 
 " Japonica is afraid she will die, mamma ; at 
 least, I think she is." 
 
 " Poor Japonica ! " said Mrs. Williams, " I hope 
 she may not have to suffer that. Moon has a 
 touch of the Isthmus fever ; but with the medi 
 cine I have given her, I think she will be better 
 soon. Are you almost tired of this long voyage, 
 Biddy ? " 
 
 " Yes, ma'am ; I am intirely tired of it." 
 
 " I hope the days will slip by more pleasantly 
 now you have Patty to play with." 
 
 " They will do that," said Biddy, smiling. 
 
 They now went back with the doll to Moon. 
 
POOR LITTLE 'MOON. 81 
 
 The child opened her large eyes upon the doll, 
 but did not smile, nor hold her hands out for 
 it. Japonica said nothing. After a while she 
 began to sing, in a low voice, and seeing that 
 Moon slept, the children went to seek some 
 amusement. 
 
82 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER XII. 
 
 FRIENDLY INTERCOURSE REVIVED. 
 
 " They sat in the shade of the awning cool, 
 
 While the midday sun was glowing, 
 And heard the sound of the murmuring sea 
 Far under the great ship flowing." 
 
 ON the upper deck the sun was so scorching 
 that they quickly came down again. " It 's a 
 good thing we have a kiver to our ship," re 
 marked Bridget. 
 
 " Yes. I wonder how people bear to sail in 
 a vessel like the one you came from Ireland in ? " 
 
 " They must be hidden under the sails, or 
 they M be withered to a crisp, sure ! " 
 
 " I think I should have a little tent put up, 
 and sit under it as an Indian does in his wig 
 wam." 
 
 " Wisrwam ! What 's that at all ? " 
 
FRIENDLY INTERCOURSE REVIVED. 83 
 
 " It 's a sort of coop that Indians live in, 
 made of bark, and pointed at the top. Have 
 you never seen the picture of one ? " 
 
 "No." 
 
 " Can you read ? " asked Patty. 
 
 "I used to have some learnin' in the begin 
 ning of my primer, but I 'm thinkin' I Ve forgot 
 it all now." 
 
 " I can read, Biddy : suppose I ask mamma 
 for one of my story-books, and I'll read to 
 you." 
 
 " Yes ! " exclaimed Bridget, greatly pleased. 
 
 Patty ran to her mother and soon returned 
 with a little volume of songs, out of which she 
 read to Biddy, who listened with eager attention. 
 The book was entitled " THE FLOWERET." Pat 
 ty selected 
 
 THE FLY AND THE RAIN-DROP. 
 
 " One warm, summer morning, 
 
 A very small fly 
 Was dancing and buzzing, 
 All round in the sky. 
 
84 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " * See ! ' says the little fly, 
 
 * What I can do ! 
 While I dance on my wings, 
 I can sing with them too.' 
 
 " From a cloud that was passing by 
 
 Fell a rain-drop, 
 And swallowed the poor little 
 Buzzing fly up. 
 
 "'Oh!' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 This is the strangest thing 
 Ever I knew.' 
 
 " The thunder-cloud burst, 
 
 And came down in a shower, 
 And the drop with the fly in it 
 Fell on a flower. 
 
 "'Oh!' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 I should be as well off 
 
 With no wings as with two ! ' 
 
 " The flower grew low, 
 
 By the side of a brook, 
 And into its waters 
 The rain-drop she shook. 
 
THE FLY AND THE RAIN-DROP. 85 
 
 "'Oh!' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 My wings and my body 
 Are wet through and through.* 
 
 " Away ran the little brook, 
 
 Faster than ever, 
 And tumbled the fly and drop 
 Into the river. 
 
 "'Oh! ' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 Where am I going ? 
 I wish that I knew.* 
 
 " The river rolled on, 
 
 With a mighty commotion, 
 And emptied the little drop 
 Into the ocean. 
 
 " ' Oh ! ' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 The whole world is drowning, 
 And I shall drown too.' 
 
 " There came a great fish, 
 
 With a dull-looking eye, 
 
 And he snapped at the drop 
 
 For the sake of the fly. 
 
86 PATTY WILLIAMS' s VOYAGE. 
 
 " < Oh ! ' says the little fly, 
 
 'What shall I do? 
 He sees me, he '11 have me, 
 He '11 bite me in two ! ' 
 
 " A sunbeam that saw 
 
 What the matter was there, 
 Drank the drop, 
 And the fly was as free as the air. 
 
 " ' Now,' says the little fly, 
 
 ' See what I '11 do. 
 So he shook his little wings, 
 And away he flew.' " 
 
 After this, Bridget became eager for more. 
 " How illigant you read, Patty." 
 
 " Mamma taught me. Would you like me to 
 teach you ? " 
 
 " I would, but my primer is in father's chist, 
 nailed up." 
 
 " I have a primer, Biddy ; I '11 run for it 
 now, and we will play school ; only it won't 
 be play, it will be real earnest, you know." 
 
 In earnest they began : Biddy to spell the 
 words, and Patty vainly trying to correct the 
 
TEACHING BIDDY HOW TO READ. 87 
 
 brogue, which rolled off Biddy's tongue like oil 
 from water. The time slipped pleasantly by, 
 and when the deafening gong came beating 
 round the ship to call the people to dinner, the 
 little girls could hardly believe they had been 
 busy so long. They separated at the steerage- 
 bar. Biddy ran to her bean-soup, and Patty 
 to her more select repast in the cabin below. 
 
 The rest of the day Patty stayed with Japon- 
 ica and Moon. She sat fanning the little child, 
 and holding ice to her parched lips, watching 
 her as she slept, and trying to cheer Japonica 
 with pleasant stories of the home she had left 
 in New York. 
 
PATTY "WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 CHAPTER XIII. 
 
 MOON SLEEPS. 
 
 " The angels said, 
 
 1 This child we to ourselves will take ; 
 She shall be ours, and we will make 
 A Lady of our own. ' " 
 
 > 
 
 NEXT morning when Patty awoke, she saw 
 Japonica combing her mother's hair, and she felt 
 at once that Moon must be better. She sat up 
 in her berth and looked over to the one under 
 neath her. She saw the soft, dark ringlets peep 
 ing out among the pillows, and one little hand 
 lay quietly upon the coverlid. 
 
 " Moon is better, is n't she, 'Poney ? " 
 
 " Yes, missy, I 'speck she be ; she slep wery 
 soun', and nebber stir de whole bressed night." 
 
 " O, I am so glad ! You will look happy again 
 to-day, won't you, dear 'Poney ? " 
 
 " I '11 be ugly, good-for-nuffiin ting if I does n't, 
 
MOON SLEEPS. 89 
 
 when I got such sweet little missy to take care 
 of ! " said Japonica. 
 
 " And such a sweet little child as Moon," re 
 turned Patty. 
 
 Japonica tossed her head and laughed. Mrs. 
 Williams asked her to go for a pitcher of water. 
 Japonica obeyed, and Patty slipped down from 
 her berth. She stooped over Moon to look at 
 her, and wondered why she lay so very still and 
 pale. She gently lifted the little hand. it was 
 cold and nerveless. Patty stood up quickly. 
 
 " Mamma ! is anything ailing Moon ? " 
 
 " What do you mean, my dear ? " said Mrs. 
 Williams, turning round. 
 
 Patty trembled. " Mamma, just look at her, 
 please, touch her hand." 
 
 The lady stooped over the child, touched it, 
 began to rub the little hands and arms, but sud 
 denly letting go, she hid her face and wept. 
 
 Patty stood still ; she heard her mother sob, 
 and her own heart swelled almost to bursting. 
 She curled herself up in her berth again, and 
 burying her face in the pillow, gave vent to her 
 
90 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 grief. Then Japonica appeared at the door with 
 the pitcher. She laughed, and said, " How 
 soun' dat chile do sleep, dis mornin'." She 
 sat the pitcher down, and suddenly perceiving 
 her mistress's tears, exclaimed, " What for you 
 cry, missis ? " 
 
 Mrs. Williams put her arm over Japonica's 
 shoulder. " My poor child, if God calls Moon 
 away, won't you try to give her to the great 
 Father without resisting ? " 
 
 " For mercy's sakes, missis, is HE coming ? 
 'Deed I can't spare my Moon yet ! " cried Ja 
 ponica, leaning against the door. 
 
 " But you would have given her to me in 
 Jamaica, because I could do more for her than 
 you could yourself. How much better, then, 
 will the Father in heaven care for her." 
 
 Japonica looked wildly in Mrs. Williams's 
 face, and trembling, sank upon her knees. Hur 
 riedly she caught Moon in her arms, gazed 
 upon her lifeless face, and uttered a cry of hope 
 less agony. 
 
 Mrs. Williams took the little lifeless form from 
 
MOON SLEEPS. 91 
 
 the mother's quivering arms, and laid it back 
 into the berth. 
 
 Patty smothered her sobs, and with stream 
 ing eyes, stretched her arms out to Japonica ; 
 but her mother held her back, and for a moment 
 they were all silent. Then Japonica, without 
 moving, said : " 'Deed HE has come ! Now 
 Poor Japonica all 'lone in dis worl', wid numn 
 to lub her!" 
 
 Patty could bear this no longer. Springing 
 up, and throwing her arms around Japonica, 
 she cried : " O 'Poney ! dear 'Poney ! I love you, 
 mamma loves you ! " 
 
 Mrs. Williams sat by her. " And Moon loves 
 you, Japonica. Moon has not left you forever : 
 she will be often with you when you don't know 
 it, and if you live to deserve it, you will see 
 her again when the MASTER calls you too." 
 
 " Are you sure of dat, missis ? " 
 
 "Sure, Japonica." 
 
 The poor girl raised her head and drew a 
 long breath. " My heart is broke, broke ; 
 honey ; sweety Moon, does you know your mud- 
 
92 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 der is lefF widout you ? Does you know I's 
 poor, lonesome, 'reaved, unhappy?" Here her 
 tears burst forth ; she sank again upon her knees 
 beside her baby, and kissed its little hands and 
 naked feet. She rocked herself back and for 
 ward, and could not be comforted. 
 
 Patty had quietly tried to dress herself, and 
 now stood by Japonica, vainly endeavoring to 
 soothe the poor, distracted mother. Mrs. Wil 
 liams had hurried away to tell the sad event 
 to the captain. She returned quickly, and said: 
 " Come, Japonica, try to be calm ; go down 
 into the cabin, where some kind ladies are wait 
 ing for you, and I will see to the dear little one 
 now." 
 
 " No, no, missis ! " cried she ; " Japonica will 
 not go 'way from Moon ! Don't let 'em fro my 
 picaninny into de great water ! if you do, I '11 
 go too, 'deed I will," and she clasped the little 
 body in her arms. 
 
 " No ! you will do nothing wicked, I am sure, 
 Japonica, because you wish to meet the baby 
 again. Kemember, what you have in your arms 
 
MOON SLEEPS. 93 
 
 is not Moon ; it is only senseless flesh. The 
 spirit that made it beautiful and dear has gone 
 up, up, Japonica, to the bright home where 
 she belongs. She is not going into the water, 
 only this " Mrs. "Williams gently strove to 
 take it from the mother's tight embrace, but 
 Japonica suddenly stood up. 
 
 " Den let me do it, missis dear, let me drop 
 dis little chile down into de big sea. I can do 
 it easy, and tenderer dan de man. I do it my- 
 seff, and Japonica make no fuss, 'deed she 
 won't ! " Her eager eyes were fixed upon her 
 mistress in entreaty. 
 
 The tears rushed up to Mrs. Williams's eyes, 
 and she said : " Yes, yes, indeed you shall do 
 it yourself, poor child." 
 
 Moon's little body, wrapped -in a sheet, was 
 held close in her mother's arms as they came 
 out upon the deck and descended into the cabin. 
 Japonica was quiet ; but grief marked every fea 
 ture. Patty stood by, hiding her tearful face 
 in Japonica's dress. People, with sympathetic 
 looks, crowded about, and one of the gentlemen 
 
94 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 on board, who was a clergyman, came toward 
 them and told Japonica to kneel. 
 
 She knelt down, and he knelt beside her. 
 He prayed that the young mother's heart might 
 be comforted, and that she might willingly let 
 her child join the angels. Many kind and pre 
 cious words this good gentleman said, and when 
 he arose from his knees, he put his hand upon 
 Japonica's shoulder, and said, " Come." - 
 
 At the same moment the steamer stopped. 
 
 Silence fell upon every one. He led the way 
 out a side-door to the lower deck, which was 
 close down to the water. Japonica followed, 
 and when she came to the edge, stood still, and 
 pressed the little burden close to her breast. 
 Then gently she bent over the water, softly 
 she let Moon slip from her outstretched arms, 
 and it was over. 
 
ARRIVAL. 95 
 
 CHAPTER XIV. 
 
 ARRIVAL. 
 
 " Trouble braved cheerily, 
 Toil taken merrily, 
 
 Hearts warm with kindness and love ; 
 0, with what rapture then, 
 Friends parted, meet again ; 
 
 Praise to the Father above ! " 
 
 THE steamer stirred ; the wheels again began 
 their work ; but Japonica knew it not. She was 
 carried to the cabin, and there placed upon a 
 sofa, where the poor, unconscious one lay, soon 
 forgotten by all but Patty and her mother. 
 When she was at length restored, and saw two 
 kind, affectionate faces bending over her, and 
 felt the refreshing ice-water upon her forehead, 
 a vague feeling came back, that after all she 
 was not quite forsaken ; and, as she saw little 
 Patty, so pure and innocent, dropping her grieved 
 7 
 

 96 PATTY WILLIAMS' s VOYAGE. 
 
 heart-tears upon her, she felt she had still some 
 thing left to love. 
 
 There were now twelve more days of the 
 wearisome voyage. A part of every day Patty 
 passed with Biddy, who made good progress in 
 the primer ; but she clung most to Japonica, un 
 willing to leave her alone to brood over her sad 
 loss. After a few days Japonica ceased to speak 
 of Moon, except when she put Patty to bed at 
 night, when the little girl, lying in her berth, 
 would draw Japonica near to her, and holding 
 her brown hands close in her own, talk to her 
 after this manner : 
 
 " Dear 'Poney, I think Moon is glad that 
 we don't cry about her any more." 
 
 " Does you tink so, Miss Patty ? 'deed, den, 
 I '11 try not to dis'point Moon." 
 
 'Poney covered her face with her apron and 
 sighed. 
 
 "What's the matter, 'Poney ? " 
 
 " 0, Miss Patty, I 's tinking, sometimes, clat 
 de sweet little body I dropped into de water, 
 is all Vowered, may be, by de fishes." 
 
ARRIVAL. 97 
 
 "Do you? I don't," said Patty, softly. "I 
 always think of it, going down, down, through the 
 smooth, blue ocean, until it reached the beautiful 
 coral groves ; and that it may now be lying on 
 a bed of pearls, all wrapped in soft, green sea 
 weeds, quite safe from harm. I like this a great 
 deal better than if it had been nailed up in a 
 box, and buried under the ground." 
 
 " You is born to be 'Poney's comfort ; 'deed 
 you is, honey ! " 
 
 So they talked together till Patty slept and 
 'Poney w r as comforted. 
 
 At hist the voyage drew near its end : only 
 one more day was left. All the ladie^ were 
 busily packing their trunks for the last time, 
 and Mrs. Williams and Japonica were not the 
 least busy. 
 
 Patty ran about the ship, saying farewell words 
 to everybody ohe knew. She took her primer 
 and went to Biddy. 
 
 " Come," she said, " let us have one more les 
 son," and Biddy readily obeyed the summons. 
 
 "Well, dear Biddy," said Patty, when they 
 
98 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 had finished the lesson, " I am glad I found 
 you on this ship. I love you, and I shall 
 never forget the nice times we have had to 
 gether." 
 
 Biddy put the corner of her apron to her 
 eyes, and said, tremulously, " It is rale hard 
 to be afther partin' now, and niver to see ach 
 other agin." 
 
 " But we shall see each other in Califor- . 
 ma." 
 
 " Father says we '11 not. We '11 be goin' to 
 the mines altogether ; and you in the city, I sup 
 pose." 
 
 " But after your father gets gold enough, won't 
 he come to the city?" 
 
 " Sure he may," said Bridget, encouraged. 
 
 " Biddy, you may keep this primer to remem 
 ber me by." 
 
 " I will, indade, and much obleeged to you 
 for the gift." 
 
 " Now kiss me, dear Biddy. Mamma is wait 
 ing for me to go down to dinner." 
 
 Biddy threw her arms round Patty. They 
 
ARRIVAL. 99 
 
 kissed without speaking, and each ran her sep 
 arate way. 
 
 The afternoon passed on. Standing with her 
 mother on deck, Patty saw the distant, bleak 
 shores of Upper California, and wondered if it 
 would look so desolate where they were going. 
 At last the moon arose. Patty complained of 
 cold, and they went to their state-room, where 
 Japonica was putting away a few odd things 
 that were yet unpacked. 
 
 " Is everything ready now, Japonica ? " 
 
 " Yes, missis, ebery ting. How long 'fore we 
 'rive now, missis ? " 
 
 " About two hours, I think." 
 
 Patty climbed to Japonica's lap, and fell 
 asleep. 
 
 " Don't undress Patty to-night," said Mrs. 
 Williams to Japonica. " Lay her on the bed 
 as she is." 
 
 Japonica laid Patty gently on her pillow, and 
 sat by, watching with affectionate, glittering eyes. 
 Gradually her head drooped upon her breast, 
 and she also slept. 
 
100 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 ** Mrs. Williams went to the window. A charm 
 ing sight met her eyes. The steamer was enter 
 ing the " Golden Gate," which is a narrow pas 
 sage of water leading from the ocean to the 
 harbor of the city of San Francisco, one of 
 the most beautiful harbors in the world. On 
 each side were hills rich with verdure. The 
 moon rode high in the clear heavens, and touched 
 with silver the entire scene. Beyond lay the 
 city, the new city, then scarcely two years old, 
 upon three hills sloping to the water. Up 
 against it lay many ships at anchor, showing 
 how busy the young El Dorado was so early in 
 its life. 
 
 Very high, on the top of a hill, standing alone, 
 was a little ^ouse, and above it waved the Amer 
 ican flag, as a signal that the steamer was com 
 ing in. 
 
 The ship quivered : the explosion of the gun 
 followed. Now they were drawing near to the 
 wharf. Mrs. Williams looked eagerly from the 
 little window. The wharf seemed almost deserted, 
 for it was so late in the night as to be almost 
 
ARRIVAL. 101 
 
 morning. The steamer stopped. Numberless 
 footsteps were heard hurrying above. Loud 
 voices shouted orders to the men. Presently 
 a knock on her door : she opened it : it was 
 the stewardess. / 
 
 " A gentleman is inquiring for you, ma'am." 
 She retired, and the gentleman stood in the door 
 way ; he strode across the threshold, and hus 
 band and wife were reunited. 
 
 " She is asleep," said Mrs. Williams, when, 
 unclasping his arms from her, he looked towards 
 Patty. 
 
 " Let me look at her as she lies now/' He 
 stooped over his child and kissed her softly. 
 " She has altered somewhat, but is still beauti 
 ful, still like mamma." Again he kissed the 
 red lips, which parted in a pretty smile that 
 brought an answering one from the father. Then 
 he stood up. Japonica, roused at the same time, 
 started from her seat. She came to her conclu 
 sions at once. 
 
 " O massa ! I 's so glad you *s come, 'deed I 
 is. I hopes your health is fus' rate, sir." 
 
102 PATTY WILLTAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
 " Thank you, my good girl ; you are " 
 
 His wife interrupted him : " This is Japonica. 
 She came from Jamaica. I was fortunate enough 
 to engage her to live with us." 
 
 Japonica courtesied. " O Lor', missis," said she, 
 smiling, " it 's Japonica dat 's fortunate ; 'deed 
 she is." 
 
 " That you certainly are, Japonica," said Mr. 
 Williams, " and I doubt not your mistress finds 
 you a good girl." Then turning to his wife : 
 " Now, my love, I have a carriage waiting ; we 
 will go at once to the hotel, and leave the bag 
 gage here until morning. Get ready while I 
 waken my little Patty." 
 
 He sat down by her, and lifted her out of the 
 berth in his arms. Then .he pushed the soft 
 hair from her forehead, and kissed her many 
 times. Patty rubbed her eyes, and sat up ; 
 she gazed about w r ith an amazed expression, 
 then, looking directly into her father's eyes, " It 
 is it is papa," she cried, " my own papa ! " 
 She threw her arms about his neck, and nestled 
 close in his embrace. 
 
ARRIVAL. 103 
 
 The father's eyes glistened. He stood her 
 down upon her feet. " How tall she has grown, 
 my bird, my little daughter; and he kissed 
 her again and again. "But come, on with 
 her hat, Japonica, and wrap her up warm. I 
 must have you all out of these quarters." 
 
 They hurried off the ship, and entered the 
 carriage ; and no happier party drove through 
 the streets of San Francisco that night, if night 
 it could be called, when the eastern sky was al 
 ready tinged with the dawn of day. So ended 
 PATTY'S VOYAGE. 
 
 Should the voyage of life be performed by 
 Patty in the same sweet spirit we have seen 
 her exhibit in this, her short ocean trip, it may 
 prove both pleasant and profitable to meet with 
 her again. Possibly we may hear of her here 
 after, in San Francisco. Genuine sweet tem 
 per and kind sympathies find room for expres 
 sion under all circumstances. 
 
104 PATTY WILLIAMS'S VOYAGE. 
 
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