The rest of the crew manned the masts, and they waved their caps in the air, shouting: "_Benvenuto! benvenuto! Viva, viva la nostra signora!_" At the same time the sound of five or six cannon from the _Il Salvatore_ boomed over the waters, prolonged by the echoes from either side as it floated down the river.

The multitude replied by three cheers, and the last reverberation of the cannon was lost in the _vivas_ of those on the shore and ships.
In the meantime parents and friends were bidding adieu.

Many tears were shed, and it was with tearful eyes that Mary Van de Werve received upon her brow her brothers' kiss.
The _Il Salvatore_ weighed anchor; the sails caught the wind, and the vessel floated majestically down the river with the tide.
Mr.Van de Werve, Deodati, and their two happy children, entered the bark which awaited them.

Petronilla seated herself beside her mistress.

They exchanged a last adieu, and the eight oars fell simultaneously in the water.