Rollo in Holland. Abbott Jacob

listening to it,—or rather while he was hearing it, for he took no pains to listen,—the gentleman who had been talking with Mr. Waldo, and whom the latter had called Mr. Albert, went round to the two ladies who were waiting to be called, and said,—

      "Now, ladies, the boat is ready. Follow me. Say nothing, but do just as you are told, and all will go well."

      So the ladies came one after the other in among the crowd that gathered around the gangway, and there, before they could bring their faculties at all to comprehend any thing distinctly amid the bewildering confusion of the scene, they found their bags and shawls taken away from them, and they themselves turned round and gently forced to back down the steps of the ladder over the boiling surges, when, in a moment more, amid loud shouts of "Let go!" they were seized by the sailors in the boat, and down they went, they knew not how, for a distance of many feet into the stern of the boat, where they suddenly found themselves seated, while the boat itself was rocking violently to and fro, and thumping against the side of the steamer in a frightful manner.

      The officer, who had charge of the debarkation on the deck of the steamer above, immediately called to Mrs. Parkman.

      "Come, madam!" said he.

      "No," said she, "I can't possibly go ashore in that way."

      "Then you will have to stay on board all night."

      "Well, I'd rather stay on board all night," said she.

      "And you will have to go back to Dover, madam," continued the officer, speaking in a very stern and hurried manner, "for the steamer is not going into the pier at all."

      Then immediately turning to Rollo, he said, "Come, young man!"