At a little before one, a gentleman boarded her and informed the captain that he was a missionary, the Rev.John Hazel, returning home, after a fever; and wished to take a berth in the _Proserpine._ The mate looked him full in the face; and then told him there was very little accommodation for passengers, and it had all been secured by White & Co.

for a young lady and her servants.
Mr.Hazel replied that his means were small and moderate accommodation would serve him; but he must go to England without delay.
Captain Hudson put in his gracious word: "Then jump off the jetty at high tide and swim there; no room for black coats in my ship." Mr.Hazel looked from one to the other piteously.

"Show me some mercy, gentlemen; my very life depends on it." "Very sorry, sir," said the mate; "but it is impossible.

There's the _Shannon,_ you can go in her." "But she is under repairs; so I am told." "Well, there are a hundred and fifty carpenters on to her; and she will come out of port in our wake." "Now, sir," said Hudson roughly, "bundle down the ship's side again if you please; this is a busy time.

Hy!--rig the whip; here's the lady coming off to us." The missionary heaved a deep sigh and went down into the boat that had brought him.