I might have known," said he, smiling, "my little Emperor of Russia was not one to be a steerage passenger." But Maggie was too much shaken to smile; and the thought of Edward lay heavy upon her mind.
"Then the fire broke out; how, or why, I suppose will never be ascertained.
It was at our end of the vessel.

I thanked God, then, that you were not there.

The second mate wanted some one to go down with him to bring up the gunpowder, and throw it overboard.

I had nothing to do, and I went.

We wrapped it up in wet sails, but it was a ticklish piece of work, and took time.