rocks, a distance of at least twenty miles from home, and by the crooked path they had taken, probable one much greater.  They all appeared full, and contented.  So much of the water had already evaporated as to make it tolerable walking on the sea-weed; and Mark, stopping to examine the progress of things, prognosticated that another year, in that climate, would convert the whole of that wide plain into dry land.  In many places, the hogs had already found their way down, through the sea-weed, into the mud; and there was one particular spot, quite near the channel, where the water was all gone, and where the pigs had rooted over so much of the surface, as to convert two or three acres into a sort of half-tilled field, in which the sea-weed was nearly turned under the mud.  Nothing but drenching rains were wanting to render such a place highly productive, and it was certain those rains would come at the end of the season.

About the middle of the day, Mark ran the beat alongside of the Reef, at the usual landing, and welcomed Bridget to his and her home, with a kiss.  Everything was in its place, and a glance sufficed to show that no human foot had been there, during the weeks of his absence.  Kitty was browsing on the Summit, and no spaniel could have played more antics than she did, at the sight of her master.  At first, Mark had thought of transferring this gentle and playful young goat to the Peak, and to place her in the little flock collected there; but he had been induced to change his mind, by recollecting how much she contributed to the beauty of the Summit, by keeping down the grass.  He had therefore brought her a companion, which had no sooner been landed on the Reef, than it bounded off to make acquaintance with the stranger on the elevation.

Bridget was almost overcome when she got on board the ship.  There was even a certain sublimity in the solitude that reigned over everything, that impressed her imagination, and she wondered that any human being could so long have dwelt there alone, uncheered by the hope of deliverance.  In the cabin of that vessel she had plighted her faith to Mark, and a flood of recollections burst upon her as she entered it.  Mark was obliged to allow her to seek relief in tears.  But, half an hour brought her round again, and then she set about putting things in order, and making this very important abode submit to the influence of woman’s love of comfort and order.  By the time Mark came back from his garden, whither he had gone to ascertain its condition, Bridget had his supper ready for him, prepared with a neatness and method to which he had long been a stranger.  That was a very delicious meal to both.  The husband had lighted a fire in the galley, where the wife had cooked the meal, which consisted principally of some pan-fish, taken in the narrow channels between the rocks, and which had been cleaned by Mark himself, as they sailed along.  It was, indeed, a great point of solicitude with this young husband to prevent