Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 List of Illustrations
 Star bright
 The story
 Introducing Imogen and Bob
 The visit
 Captain January's star
 The signal
 Back Cover

Title: Captain January
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Title: Captain January
Physical Description: 133 p. : ill. ; 21 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Richards, Laura Elizabeth Howe, 1850-1943
Merrill, Frank T ( Frank Thayer ), b. 1848 ( Illustrator )
Estes & Lauriat ( Publisher )
J.S. Cushing & Co ( Typographer )
Publisher: Estes & Lauriat
Place of Publication: Boston
Manufacturer: Typography by J. S. Cushing & Co. ; Presswork by Berwick.
Publication Date: 1893, c1892
Copyright Date: 1892
Subject: Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Intergenerational relations -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Lighthouse keepers -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Orphans -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Islands -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Students -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Home schooling -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Kindness -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Juvenile fiction -- New England   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1893
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: United States -- New York -- New York
United States -- Massachusetts -- Boston
Subject: Orphaned Star is raised by a kindly lighthouse keeper, until the truant officer tries to take her away.
Statement of Responsibility: by Laura E. Richards, with illustrations by Frank T. Merrill.
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Source Institution: University of Florida
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Resource Identifier: aleph - 002236567
notis - ALH7043
oclc - 02979656
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page 1
        Page 2
    Title Page
        Page 3
        Page 4
    Table of Contents
        Page 5
        Page 6
    List of Illustrations
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
    Star bright
        Page 11
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
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        Page 28
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
    The story
        Page 35
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
        Page 39
        Page 40
        Page 41
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        Page 51
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        Page 53
        Page 54
        Page 55
        Page 56
        Page 57
    Introducing Imogen and Bob
        Page 58
        Page 59
        Page 60
        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
        Page 64
        Page 65
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        Page 71
        Page 72
        Page 73
        Page 74
        Page 75
        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
    The visit
        Page 79
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
    Captain January's star
        Page 90
        Page 91
        Page 92
        Page 93
        Page 94
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        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
        Page 112
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
    The signal
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
        Page 119
        Page 120
        Page 121
        Page 122
        Page 123
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    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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COPYRIGHT, 1890 AND 1892,



Typography by J. S. Cushing & Co.
Presswork by Berwick & Smith.


II. THE STORY . .... 35


IV. THE VISIT .. .... .. 79


VI. THE SIGNAL . .. 116

"Star pondered a moment, with her head on one side, and a
finger hooked confidentially through the Captain's button-
hole .. Frontispiece
"A sturdy man in a blue coat with brass buttons came down
the wharf and greeted the Captain with a hearty shake of
the hand" . II

"On the top of this cairn rises the lighthouse .15
"The Captain drew up the little boat and made her fast 17

"On the stone stairway, and slowly descending, with steps
that were meant to be stately, was the figure of a child ". 21
"' She wa'n't like you, Peach Blossom'" .. 24

"'Take up the golden chafing-dish, Grumio! '" 27

"The long, level rays flashed their golden warning over the
murmuring darkness of the summer sea 35
"'I am here, Daddy, loving you: loving you all to pieces'" 38

"'Thar she was, comin' full head on, straight for Light Island 44
"'Then I waited for the spar to come along'" 47

"'It opened its eyes and looked straight at me and laughed'" 51

"'Bimeby, when I went out to look, I found other things'" 54
"' Imogen said Star, looking up from her book, 'I don't
believe you have been listening!'. .. 58

"Then finding a bit of sorrel, he fell upon it with avidity, and
seemed to think he had said enough" 65.
"The lovely, laughing child, mounted on the white cow, toss-
ing her cloudy golden hair, and looking back with eyes
of delight toward her companion" 67
"They were nearing the flats on which the steamer Huntress
lay, quietly awaiting the turn of the tide 73.
"On the little beach two men were slowly pacing up and
down .. 79-
"Her eyes delighted in soft, rich colours, and she was never
weary of turning them over and over" 90
"She flitted like a golden cloud about the room oo
"' Easy, Jewel Bright! Easy now! '" o8

"'Dear, dear Captain January the lie is forgiven'". 14
"The Captain sat fashioning all sorts of wonderful trifles with
his magic knife, the child sitting at his elbow and watch-
ing him with happy eyes" 116-
"With her hands clasped behind her, and brows bent, she
considered the pair long and attentively" 121
"He would creep to the stairway beside which hung the sig-
nal lines, and lay his hand on them and wait" 126.
"Slowly the old man raises himself, feels for the wall, creeps
along beside it 131



THE Captain hadl s-old all
his lobsters. The) had been n
particularly fine ones, and I-ad
gone off "like ho:t cake:," _
every one who passed bIv the -
wharf stopping to buy onle or '
two. Now the red dory was -
empty, and the Captain had washed her out
with his usual scrupulous care, and was mak-
ing preparations for his homeward voyage,




when he was hailed by a cheery voice from
the street.
Hillo, January! said the voice. Is that
you? How goes it? and the owner of the
voice, a sturdy man in a blue coat with brass
buttons, came down the wharf and greeted
the Captain with a hearty shake of the hand.
How goes it? he repeated. I haven't
seen ye for a dog's age."
I'm hearty, Cap'n Nazro !" replied Cap-
tain January. Hearty, that's what I am,
an' hopin' you're the same."
"That's right!" said the first speaker.
"'Tain't often we set eyes on you, you stick
so close to your light. And the little gal,
she's well, I expect? She looks a picture,
when I take a squint at her through the
glass sometimes. Never misses running out
and shaking her apron when we go by!"
"Cap'n Nazro," said January, speaking
with emphasis, if there is a picture in this
world, of health, and pootiness, and good-
ness, it's that child. It's that little un, sir.
Not to be beat in this country, nor yet any
other, 'cordin' as I've voyaged."


"Nice little gal!" said Captain Nazro,
assenting. Mighty nice little gal! Ain't
it time she was going to school, January?
My wife and I were speaking about it only
the other day. Seems as if she'd oughter
be round with other children now, and
learning what they do. Mis Nazro would be
real pleased to have her stop with us a spell,
and go to school with our gals. What do
you say?" He spoke very heartily, but
looked doubtfully at the old man, as if hardly
expecting a favourable answer.
Captain January shook his head emphati-
cally. You're real kind, Cap'n Nazro !"
he said; "real kind, you and Mis Nazro
both are! and she making' the little un's
frocks and pinafores, as is a great help. But
I can't feel to let her out o' my sight, nohow;
and as for school, she ain't the kind to abear
it, nor yet I couldn't for her. She's learning! "
he added proudly. Learnin' well! I'll bet
there ain't no gal in your school knows more
nor that little un does. Won'erful, the way
she walks ahead."
Get the school readers, hey! and teach


her yourself, do you ?" queried Captain
No, sir!" replied the old man; I don't
have no school readers. The child learns
out o' the two best books in the world,-
the Bible, and William Shakespeare's book;
them's all the books she ever seed -saw, I
should say."
William Shak began Captain Nazro;
and then he broke off in sheer amazement,
and said simply, Well, I'm blowed "
"The minister giv 'em to me," said Cap-
tain January. I reckon he knows. There's
a dictionary, too," he added, rather sadly;
"but I can't make her take to that, nohow,
though there's a power o' fine words in it."
Then, as the other man remained silent
and open-mouthed, he said: But I must be
goin', Cap'n Nazro, sir! The little un'll be
looking' for me. Good day, sir, and thank
ye kindly, all the same as if it was to be,
which it ain't! And with a friendly gesture,
the old man stepped into his red dory, and
rowed away with long, sturdy strokes.
Captain Nazro gazed after him medita-


tively, took out his pipe and looked at it,
then gazed again. "January's cracked," he
said; that's what's the matter with him. He's
a good man, and a good lighthouse-keeper,
and he's been an able
seaman in his day, none
better; but he's cracked! "
There is an island off
a certain part of the
coast of Maine
- a little rocky .'11.:
island, heaped
and tumbled
together as if
Dame Nature had hak..;ii
down a heap of ,t,:nes at
random from her apr.:n, l. hen "--
she had finished ma kingl- the lar.er aj
islands which lie between it and the C-
mainland. At one erid, thle -l-:re-
ward end, there is a tiny :i-,e, and '
a bit of silver sand beach, with a
green meadow beyond it, and a single great
pine; but all the rest is rocks, rocks. At the
further end the rocks are piled high, like a


castle wall, making a brave barrier against
the Atlantic waves: and on top of this
.cairn rises the lighthouse, rugged and sturdy
as the rocks themselves, but painted white,
and with its windows shining like great,
smooth diamonds. This is Light Island;
and it was in this direction that Captain
January's red dory was headed when he took
his leave of his brother-captain, and rowed
away from the wharf. It was a long pull;
in fact, it took pretty nearly the whole after-
noon, so that the evening shadows were
lengthening when at length he laid down
his oars, and felt the boat's nose rub against
the sand of the little home-cove. But row-
ing was no more effort than breathing to
Captain January, and it was no fatigue, but
only a trifle of stiffness from sitting so long,
that troubled him a little in getting out of
the boat. As he stepped slowly out upon
the firm-grained silver of the little beach,
he looked up and around with an expectant
air, and seeing no one, a look of disappoint-
ment crossed his face. He opened his lips
as if to call some one, but checking himself,


"Happen she's getting' supper!" he said.
" It's later than I thought. I don't pull so
spry as. I used ter, 'pears ter me. Wall,
thar! 'tain't to be expected. I sh'll be forty
years old before I know it."

Chuckling to himself, the Captain drew
up the little boat and made her fast: then,
taking sundry brown paper parcels from
under the thwart, he turned and made his
way up toward the lighthouse. A pictur-


esque figure he was, striding along among
the heaped and tumbled rocks. His hair
and beard, still thick and curly, were abso-
lutely white, as white as the foam that broke
over the rocks at the cliff's foot. His face
was tanned and weather-beaten to the colour
of mahogany, but the features were strong
and sharply cut, while the piercing blue eyes
which gleamed beneath his shaggy eyebrows
showed all the fire of youth, and seemed to
have no part in the seventy years which had
bent the tall form, and rounded slightly the
broad and massive shoulders. The Captain
wore a rough pea-jacket and long boots,
while his head was adorned with a non-
descript covering which might have begun
life either as a hat or a cap, but would now
hardly be owned by either family.
Reaching the house, the old man mounted
the rude steps which led to the door, and
entered the room which was kitchen, dining,
and drawing room at Storm Castle, as the
lighthouse was called by its inhabitants.
The room was light and cheerful, with a
pleasant little fire crackling sociably on the


hearth. The table was laid with a clean
white cloth, the kettle was singing on the
hob, and a little covered saucepan was sim-
mering with an agreeable and suggestive
sound; but no one was to be.seen. Alarmed,
he hardly knew why, at the silence and soli-
tude, Captain January set his parcels down
on the table, and going to the foot of the
narrow stone staircase which wound up-
ward beside the chimney, called, "Star!
Star Bright, where are you? Is anything
No, Daddy Captain !" answered a clear,
childish voice from above; I'm coming in
a minute. Be patient, Daddy dear! "
With a sigh of relief, Captain January
retired to the fireplace, and sitting down in
a huge high-backed armchair, began leisurely
pulling off his great boots. One was already
off and in his hand, when a slight noise
made him look up. He started violently,
and then, leaning back in his chair, gazed in
silent amazement at the vision before him.
On the stone stairway, and slowly descend-
ing, with steps that were meant to be stately


(and which might have been so, had not the
stairs been so steep, and the little legs so
short) was the figure of a child: a little girl
about ten years old, with a face of almost
startling beauty. Her hair floated like a
cloud of pale gold about her shoulders; her
eyes were blue, not light and keen, like the
old man's, but of that soft, deep, shadowy
blue that poets love to call violet. Wonder-
ful eyes, shaded by long, curved lashes of
deepest black, which fell on the soft, rose-
and-ivory tinted cheek, as the child carefully
picked her way down, holding up her long
dress from her little feet. It was the dress
which so astonished Captain January. In-
stead of the pink calico frock and blue
checked pinafore, to which his eyes were
accustomed, the little figure was clad in a
robe of dark green velvet with a long train,
which spread out on the staircase behind
her, very much like the train of a peacock.
The body, made for a grown woman, hung
back loosely from her shoulders, but she had
tied a scarf of gold tissue under her arms
and round her waist, while from the long


hanging sleeves her arms shone round and
white as sculptured ivory. A strange sight,
this, for a lighthouse tower on the coast of
Maine! but so fair a one, that the old mari-
ner could not take his eyes from it.
"Might be Juliet!" he muttered to him-
self. Juliet, when she was a little un. Her
beauty hangs upon the cheek o' Night,'--
only it ain't, so to say, exactly night, -' like
a rich jewel in a nigger's ear.' No! that
ain't right. Nigger' ain't right, Ethiop's
ear,' that's it Though I should judge they
were much the same thing, and they more
frekently wear 'em in their noses, them as
I've seen in their own country."
As he thus soliloquised, the little maiden
reached the bottom of the stairs in safety,
and dropping the folds of the velvet about
her, made a quaint little courtesy, and said,
" Here I am, Daddy Captain! how do you
like me, please ? "
"Star Bright," replied Captain January,
gazing fixedly at her, as he slowly drew his
pipe from his pocket and lighted it. I like
you amazin'. A-mazin' I like you, my dear!


but it is what you might call surprising to
leave a little maid in a blue pinafore, and to
come back and find a princess in gold and
velvet. Yes, Pigeon Pie, you might call it
surprising and yet not be stretchin' a p'int."
"Am I really like a prin-
cess ? said the child, clapping
her hands, and laughing with
pleasure. Have you ever seen
a princess, Daddy Captain, and
did she look like me ? "
I seed I saw one,
once," replied the Captain,
gravely, puffing at his pipe.
S" In Africky it was, when I was
fust mate to an Indiaman.
And she wa'n't like you,
Peach Blossom, no more than
Hyperion to a Satyr, and that
S kind o' thing. She had on a
short petticut, coming' half-way
down to her knees, and a neck-
lace, and a ring through her nose. And "
"Where were her other clothes ?" asked
the child.


Wal- maybe she kem off in a hurry and
forgot 'em!" said the Captain, charitably.
" Anyhow, not speaking' her language, I didn't
ask her. And she was as black as the ace
of spades, and shinin' all over with butter."
Oh, that kind of princess!" said Star,
loftily. I didn't mean that kind, Daddy.
I meant the kind who live in fretted pal-
aces, with music in th' enamelled stones, you
know, and wore clothes like these every
Wal, Honey, I never saw one of that
kind, till now! said the Captain, meekly.
" And I'm sorry I hain't I mean I ain't-
got no fretted palace for my princess to live
in. This is a poor place for golden lasses
and velvet trains."
"It isn't !" cried the child, her face flash-
ing into sudden anger, and stamping her
foot. "You sha'n't call it a poor place,
Daddy! It's wicked of you. And I
wouldn't live in a palace if there were fifty
of them all set in a row. So there now!"
She folded her arms and looked defiantly at
the old man, who returned her gaze placidly,


and continued to puff at his pipe, until he
was seized in a penitent embrace, hugged,
and kissed, and scolded, and wept over, all at
The brief tempest over, the child seated
herself comfortably on his knee, and said,
" Now, Daddy, I want a story."
"Story before supper? asked the Cap-
tain, meekly, looking at the saucepan, which
was fairly lifting its lid in its eagerness to
be attended to. A fresh access of remorse-
ful hugging followed.
You poor darling! said Star; I forgot
all about supper. And it's stewed kidneys,
too! But oh my dress! and she glanced
down at her velvet splendour. I must go
and take it off," she said, sadly.
Not you, Honeysuckle," said the old
man, rising and setting the child down care-
fully in the chair. Sit you there, and be a
real princess, and I will be your steward, and
get supper this time. I like to see you in
your fine clothes, and wouldd be a shame to
take 'em off so soon."
She clapped her hands again, and settling


herself cosily in the great
chair, arranged her train
with a graceful s UWee[,
and pushed ha,:k I-,
cloudy golden hair.
"Shall I ieIlly
act princess ? sh, -
asked,-and \ith-
out. waiting f.or ,
an answer, she
began to give
orders in
lofty tones,
holding her
head high ,
in the air,
and point- *4 '
ing hither
and thither
with her
tiny hands.
" Take up the golden chafing-dish, Grumio!
she cried. The kidneys I mean the ca-
pons are quite ready now. And the milk
- no the sack, is in the silver flagon "


she pointed to an ancient blue jug which
stood on the dresser.
The obedient Captain hastened to take up
the saucepan, and soon the frugal supper was
set out, and princess and steward doing
ample justice to it.
You didn't say 'Anon! anon! Madam'
when I ordered you about," said the Prin-
cess, thoughtfully. "You ought to, you
know. Servants always do in the book."
"Wal, I didn't think on't," the steward
admitted. I wa'n't brought up to the busi-
ness, you see, Princess. It always seemed to
me a foolish thing to say, anyhow: no dis-
respect to W. Shakespeare. The hull of
the word's 'anonymous,' I believe, and the
dictionary says that means 'wanting a name.'
So altogether, Star Bright, I haven't been
able to make much sense out o' that answer."
"Oh, never mind!" said the Princess,
tossing her head. I don't like the diction-
ary. It's a wretch! "
"So 'tis, so 'tis," assented the Captain,
with servile alacrity. Have some more
milk then, Sunshine."


"It isn't milk! it's sack," said the child,
promptly, holding out her small yellow mug
with a royal air. Are the capons good,
Grumio ? "
They are, my lamb, they are," replied
the Captain. Oncommon good they are,,
to be sure, and me not known' to this day
what capons was. A little more? Yes,
Pigeon Pie, I will take a little more, thank
ye kindly."
I don't think, Grumio, that you ought to.
call me lambs and pigeon pies just now,"
remarked the Princess, judiciously. Do
you think it's respectful? they don't in
Shakespeare, I'm sure."
"I won't do it again, Honey- I mean
Madam," said the Captain, bowing with
great humility. "I beg your honourable
majesty's pardon, and I won't never presume
to -"
Yes, you will!" cried the Princess,
flinging herself across the table at him, and
nearly choking him with the sudden violence
of her embrace. You shall call me pigeon
pie, and anything else you like. You shall


call me rye porridge, though I hate it, and
it's always full of lumps. And don't ever
look that way again; it kills me "
The Captain quietly removed the clinging
arms, and kissed them, and set the half-weep-
ing child back in her place. There, there,
there! he said soothingly. What a little
tempest it is "
Say 'delicate Ariel,'" sobbed Star. You
haven't said it to-day, and you always say it
when you love me."
Cream Cheese from the dairy of Heaven,"
replied the Captain; "if I always said it
when I loved you, I should be sayin' it every
minute of time, as well you know. But you
are my delicate Ariel, so you are, and there
ain't nothing' in the hull book as suits you
better. So!" and his supper ended, the
good man turned his chair again to the
fire, and took the child, once more smiling,
upon his knee.
"And now, Ariel, what have you been
doin' all the time I was away? Tell Daddy
all about it."
Star pondered a moment, with her head


on one side, and a finger hooked confiden-
tially through the Captain's button-hole.
" Well," she said, "I've had a very interest-
ing time, Daddy Captain. First I cleaned
the lamps, of course, and filled and trimmed
them. And then I played Samson a good

while; and "
"And how might you
inquired the Captain.
With flies!" replied
" Heaps upon heaps, you
jaw-bone of an ass have I
men.' The flies were the
took a clam-shell for the
just as well. And I made

play Samson? "

Star, promptly.
know; 'With the
slain a thousand
Philistines, and I
jaw-bone; it did
a song out of it,

to one of the tunes you whistle: 'With the
jaw-bone! with the jaw-bone! with the jaw-
bone of an ass!' It was very exciting."
Must ha' been," said the Captain, dryly.
"Well, Honeysuckle, what did you do then ? "
Oh, that took some time!" said the
child. And afterward I fished a little, but
I didn't catch anything, 'cept an old flounder,
and he winked at me so, I put him back.
And then I thought a long time oh! a


very long time, sitting like Patience on the
doorstep. And suddenly, Daddy Captain, I
thought about those boxes of clothes, and
how you said they would be mine when I
was big. And I measured myself against
the doorpost, and found that I was very big.
I thought I must be almost as big as you,
but I s'pose I'd forgotten how big you were.
So I went up, and opened one box, and I
was just putting the dress on when you came
in. You knew where it came from, of course,
Daddy, the moment you saw it."
The Captain nodded gravely, and pulled
his long moustaches.
Do you suppose my poor mamma wore it
often ?" the child went on eagerly. Do
you think she looked like me when she wore
it ? Do I look as she did when you saw her?"
Wal," began the Captain, meditatively;
but Star ran on without waiting for an
Of course, though, she looked very dif-
ferent, because she was dead. You are quite
very positively sure my poor mamma was
dead, Daddy Captain?"


She were," replied the Captain, with em-
phasis. She were that, Pigeon Pie You
couldn't find nobody deader, not if you'd
searched for a week. Why, door nails, and
Julius Caesar, and things o' that description,
would ha' been lively compared with your
poor ma when I see her. Lively! that's
what they'd ha' been."
The child nodded with an air of familiar
interest, wholly untinged with sadness. I
think," she said, laying her head against the
old man's shoulder, and curling one arm
about his neck, I think I should like to
hear about it again, please, Daddy. It's a
long, long time since you told me the whole
of it."
Much as a month, I should think it must
be," assented the Captain. Why, Snow-
drop, you know the story by heart, better'n
I do, I believe. 'Pears to me I've told it
regular, once a month or so, ever since you
were old enough to understand it."
Never mind!" said the Princess, with
an imperious gesture. That makes no
difference. I want it now! "

Wal, wal! said the Captain, smoothing
back the golden hair. If you want it, why
of course you must have it, Blossom But
first I must light up, ye know. One star
inside the old house, and the other atop of
it: that's what makes Light Island the
lightest spot in the natural world. Sit ye
here, Star Bright, and play Princess till
Daddy comes back! "

4-~- Y



THE lamps were lighted, and the long,
level rays flashed their golden warning over
the murmuring darkness of the summer sea,
giving cheer to many hearts on inbound
barque or schooner. Bright indeed was the
star on the top of the old lighthouse: but
no less radiant was the face of little Star, as
she turned it eagerly toward Captain January,
and waited for the beginning of the well-
known and well-loved story.
"Wal," said the Captain, when his pipe
was refilled and drawing bravely. Let me
see now! where shall I begin? "


At the beginning! said Star, promptly.
Jes' so!" assented the old man. Ten
year ago this "
No! No!! cried the child. "That isn't
the beginning, Daddy! That's almost half-
way to the middle. 'When I was a young
lad.' That's the beginning."
"Bound to have it all, are ye, Honey-
suckle ? said the obedient Captain. Wal!
wall when I were a young lad, I was a wild
un, ye see, Treasure. My father, he 'pren-
ticed me to a blacksmith, being big and
strong for my years; but I hadn't no heart
for the work. All I cared about was the
sea, and boats, and sailors, and sea talk. I
ran away down to the wharf whenever I
could get a chance, and left my work. Why,
even when I went to meeting 'stead o' lis-
tenin' to the minister, I was looking' out the
places about them as go down to the sea in
ships, ye know, and 'that leviathan whom
Thou hast made,' and all that. And there
was Hiram, King of Tyre, and his ships!
Lord! how I used to think about them ships,
and wonder how they was rigged, and how


many tons they were, and all about it. Yes !
I was a wild un, and no mistake; and after a
while I got so roused up after my mother
died, it was, and my father married again -
that I just run away, and shipped aboard of
a whaler, bound for the north seas. Wal,
Honey, wouldd take me a week to tell ye
about all my voyages. Long and short of it,
'twas the life I was meant for, and I done
well in it. Had tumbles and toss-ups, here
and there, same as everybody has in any kind
o' life; but I done well, and by the time I
was forty year old I was captain of the
Bonito, East Indiaman, sailin' from New
York to Calcutta."
The Captain paused, and puffed gravely
at his pipe for a few minutes.
Well, Rosebud," he continued presently,
"you know what comes next. The Bonito
was cast away, in a cyclone, on a desert
island, and all hands lost, except me and one
"Dear Daddy! poor Daddy!" cried the
child, putting her little hands up to the
weather-beaten face, and drawing it down to


hers. Don't talk about that dreadful part.
Go on to the next!"

No, I won't talk about it, Star Bright!"
said the old man, very gravely. Fust place


I can't, and second place it ain't fit for little
maids to hear of. But I lived on that island
fifteen year, five year with my good mate
Job Hotham, and ten year alone, after Job
died. When a ship kem by, after that, and
took me off, I'd forgot most everything, and
was partly like the beasts that perish: but it
kem back to me. Slow, like, and by fits, as
you may say; but it kem back, all there was
before, and maybe a good bit more! "
"Poor Daddy!" murmured the child
again, pressing her soft cheek against the
white beard. "It's all over now! Don't
think of it I am here, Daddy, loving you:
loving you all to pieces, you know "
The old man was silent for a few minutes,
caressing the little white hands which lay
like twin snowflakes in his broad, brown
palm. Then he resumed cheerfully: -
And so, Cream Cheese from the dairy of
Heaven, I kem home. Your old Daddy kem
home, and landed on the same wharf he'd
sailed from twenty-five years before. Not
direct, you understand, but takin' steamer
from New York, and so on. Wal, there


wa'n't nobody that knew me, or cared for me.
Father was dead, and his wife: and their
children, as weren't born when I sailed from
home, were growed up and gone away. No,
there wa'n't nobody. Wal, I tried for a spell
to settle down and live like other folks, but
'twa'n't no use. I wasn't used to the life,
and I couldn't stand it. For ten years I
hadn't heard the sound of a human voice,
and now they was buzz, buzzin' all the time;
it seemed as if there was a swarm of wasps
round my ears the everlastin' day. Buzz!
buzz! and then clack! clack! like an ever-
lasting mill-clapper; and folks starin' at my
brown face and white hair, and askin' me
foolish questions. I couldn't stand it, that
was all. I heard that a light-keeper was
wanted here, and I asked for the place, and
got it. And that's all of the fust part, Peach
The child drew a long breath, and her face
glowed with eager anticipation. And now,
Daddy Captain," she said, now you may say,
'Ten year ago this fall '"
Ten year ago this fall," said the Captain,


meekly acquiescing, on the fourteenth day
of September, as ever was, I looks out from
the tower, bein' a-fillin' of the lamps, and says
I, 'There's a storm coming So I made all
taut above and below, and fastened the door,
and took my glass and went out on the rocks,
to see how things looked. Wal, they looked
pooty bad. There had been a heavy sea on
for a couple o' days, and the clouds that was
coming' up didn't look as if they was goin' to
smooth it down any. There was a kind o'
brassy look over everything and when the
wind began to rise, it warn't with no natural
sound, but a kind of screech to it, on'arthly
like. Wal, thar! the wind did rise, and it
riz to stay. In half an hour it was blowin'
half a gale; in an hour it blew a gale, and as
tough a one (barrin' cyclones) as ever I see.
'T had like to ha' blow me off my pins,
half a dozen times. Then naturally the sea
kem up; and 'twas all creation on them rocks,
now I tell ye. 'The sea, mountain' to the
welkin's cheek'; ye remember, Pigeon
Pie? "
The child nodded eagerly. Tempest! "


she said, Act I, Scene 2: 'Enter Prospero
and Miranda.' Go on, Daddy !"
Wal, my Lily Flower," continued the old
man. And the storm went on. It roared,
it bellowed, and it screeched: it thumped and
it kerwhalloped. The great seas would come
bunt up agin the rocks, as if they was bound
to go right through to Jersey City, which
they used to say was the end of the world.
Then they'd go scoopin' back, as if they was
calling' all their friends and neighbours to
help; and then, bang! they'd come at it agin.
The spray was flyin' in great white sheets,
and whiles, it seemed as if the hull island
was goin' to be swallowed up then and thar.
'Taint nothing' but a little heap o' rocks,
anyhow, to face the hull Atlantic Ocean
gone mad: and on that heap o' rocks was
Januarius Judkins, holding' on for dear life,
and feeling' like a hoppergrass that had got
lost in Niag'ry Falls."
Don't say that name, Daddy!" inter-
rupted the child. You know I don't like it.
Say 'Captain January'! "
I tell ye, Honeysuckle," said the old man,


"I felt more like a sea-cook than a cap'n
that night. A cap'n on a quarter deck's a
good thing; but a cap'n on a pint o' rock,
out to sea in a northeast gale, might just as
well be a fo'c'sle hand and done with it.
Wal, as I was holding' on thar, I seed a flash
to windward, as wasn't lightning; and next
minute kem a sound as wasn't thunder nor
yet wind nor sea."
The guns the guns cried the child, in
great excitement. The guns of my poor
mamma's ship. And then you heard them
again, Daddy ?"
Then I heard them agin! the old man
assented. And agin! a flash, and a boom !
and then in a minute again, a flash and a
boom! 'Oh, Lord!' says I. 'Take her by
to the mainland, and put her ashore there! '
I says; 'cause there's a life-saving station
thar, ye know, Blossom, and there might be
some chance for them as were in her. But
the Lord had His views, my dear, the Lord
had His views Amen! so be it! In another
minute there kem a break in the clouds, and
thar she was, coming' full head on, straight


for Light Island. Oh!
my little Star, that was
an awful thing to see.
And I couldn't do
nothing you under-
stand. Not a livin'
airthly thing could I
do, 'cept hide my face
agin the rock I was clingin' to, and say,


'Dear Lord, take 'em easy! It's Thy will
as they should be took,' I says, 'and there
ain't no one to hender, if so be as they
could. But take 'em easy, good Lord, and
take 'em suddin! '"
"And He did!" cried the child. "The
good Lord did take 'em sudden, didn't He,
Daddy Captain?"
"He did, my child!" said the old man,
solemnly. They was all home, them that
was goin', in ten minutes from the time I
saw the ship. You know the Roarin' Bull,
as sticks his horns out o' water just to
windward of us? the cruelest rock on
the coast, he is, and the treacherousest:
and the ship struck him full and fair on
the starboard quarter, and in ten minutes
she was kindlin' wood, as ye may say. The
Lord rest their souls as went down in her!
Amen! said little Star, softly. But she
added in an eager tone, And now, Daddy,
you are coming to me! "
"Pooty soon, Jewel Bright!" said the old
man, stroking the gold hair tenderly. I'm


a-comin' to you pooty soon. 'Twas along
about eight bells when she struck, and none
so dark, for the moon had risen. After the
ship had gone down, I strained my eyes
through the driving spray, to see whether
anything was coming' ashore. Presently I
seed something' black, driftin' towards the
rocks: and lo' ye, 'twas a boat, bottom side
up, and all hands gone down. Wal! wal!
the Lord knew what was right: but it's wuss
by a deal to see them things than to be in
em yourself, to my thinking Wal, after a
spell I looked agin, and there was something'
else a-driftin' looked like a spar, it did: and
something' was lashed to it. My heart! 'twas
tossed about like a egg-shell, up and down,
and here and thar! 'Twas white, whatever
was lashed to it, and I couldn't take my eyes
off'n it. 'It can't be alive,' I says, 'what-
ever it is!' I says. But I'll get it, if it
takes a leg!' I says. For down in my heart,
Jewel, I knew they wouldn't ha' taken such
care of anything' but what was alive, and they
perishin', but I didn't think it could live in
such a sea long enough to get ashore. Wal,


I kep' my eyes on that spar, and I see that
'twas coming' along by the south side. Then
I ran, or crawled, 'cording as the wind al-
lowed me, back to the shed, and got a boat-
hook and a coil o' rope;
and then I cluinlmb -
down as far as I .'
dared, on the
south rocks. I /
scooched down :/
under the lee ~ "
of a pint o'
rock, and
made the rope
fast round my
waist, and the .
other end round i
the rock, and then I x\aited
for the spar to corn, allng.
'Twas hard to make out
anything for the water was all a white, bilin'
churn, and the spray flyin' fit to blind you;
but bimeby I co't sight of her coming' swashin'
along, now up on top of a big roarer, and
then scootin' down into the holler, and then


up agin. I crep' out on the rocks, grippin'
'em for all I was wuth, with the boat-hook
under my arm. The wind screeched and
clawed at me like a wildcat in a caniption
fit, but I hadn't been through those cy-
clones for nothing I lay down flat and wrig-
gled myself out to the edge, and thar I
And the waves were breaking over you
all the time ? cried the child, with eager
Wal, they was that, Honeysuckle said
the Captain. Bless ye, I sh'd ha' been
washed off like a log if 't hadn't ben for the
rope. But that held; 'twas a good one, and
tied with a bowline, and it held. Wal, I lay
thar, and all to wunst I see her coming' by
like a flash, close to me. Now! 'says I,' ef
their's any stuff in you, J. Judkins, let's see
it!' says I. And I chucks myself over the
side o' the rock and grabs her with the boat-
hook, and hauls her in. 'All together,' I
says. Now, my hearties! Yo heave ho!'
and I hed her up, and hauled her over the
rocks and round under the lee of the pint,


before I stopped to breathe. How did I do
it ? Don't ask me, Jewel Bright I don't
know how I did it. There's times when a
man has strength given to him, seemin'ly,
over and above human strength. 'Twas like
as if the Lord ketched holt and helped me:
maybe He did, seeing' what 'twas I was doing.
Maybe He did!" He paused a moment in
thought, but Star was impatient.
Well, Daddy !" she cried. And then
you looked and found it was go on, Daddy
I looked," continued the old man, and I
found it was a sail, that had showed so white
against the spar; a sail, wrapped tight round
something I cut the ropes, and pulled away
the canvas and a tarpaulin that was inside
that; and thar I seed "
"My poor mamma and me!" cried the
child, joyously, clapping her hands. "
Daddy Captain, it is so delightful when you
come to this part. And my poor mamma
was dead? You are quite positively sure
that she was dead, Daddy? "
She were, my lamb !" replied the Cap-


tain, gravely. You needn't never have no
doubt about it. She had had a blow on
the head, your poor ma had, from one o' the
bull's horns, likely; and I'll warrant she never
knowed anything' after it, poor lady! She
was wrapped in a great fur cloak, the same
as you have on your bed in winter, Blossom:
and lyin' all lost and warm in her cold arms,
that held on still, though the life was gone
out of 'em, was "- the old man faltered, and
brushed his rough hand across his eyes-
" was a a little baby. Asleep, it seemed to
be, all curled up like a rose on its mother's
breast, and its pooty eyes tight shut. I
loosed the poor arms they was like a
stattoo's, so round and white and cold; and
I took the child up in my arms; and lo' ye!
it opened its eyes and looked straight at me
and laughed."
"And it said, Daddy?" cried the de-
lighted child, clapping her hands. Tell
what it said! "
It said 'Tar,' the old man continued,
in a hushed voice. "''Tar,' it said as plain
as I say it to you. 'And "Star" it is!'


says I; 'for if ever a star shone on a dark
night, it's you, my pooty,' I says. 'Praise
the Lord,' I says. 'Amen, so be it.' Then
I laid your poor ma in a corner, under the
lee of the big rock, where the spray wouldn't
fly over her, and I covered her with the sail;
and then I took the fur cloak, seeing' the baby
needed it and she didn't, and wrapped it round
the little un, and dumb back over the rocks,
up to the house. And so, Honeysuckle "
And so," cried the child, taking his two
great hands and putting them softly together,
" so I came to be your little Star! "
"To be my little Star! assented the old
man, stooping to kiss the golden head.
"Your light and your joy! exclaimed the
child, laughing with pleasure.
My light and my joy! said the old man,
solemnly. "A light from heaven to shine
in a dark place, and the Lord's message to
a sinful man."
He was silent for a little, looking earnestly
into the child's radiant face. Presently,
"You've been happy, Star Bright?" he
asked. You haven't missed nothing? "


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No," she said, after a pause. Of course
not. I never knew my poor mamma. Why
should I mourn for her? She is in heaven,
and I am very glad. You say heaven is
much nicer than here, so it must be pleas-
anter for my poor mamma; and I don't
need her, because I have you, Daddy. But
go on, now, please, Daddy dear. 'Next
day' "
Next day," resumed the obedient Cap-
tain, the sky was bright and clear, and only
the heavy sea, and your poor ma, and you,
Peach Blossom, to tell what had happened,
so far as I seed at fust. Bimeby, when I went
out to look, I found other things."
My poor papa!" said Star, with an air of
great satisfaction.
The Captain nodded. Yer poor pa," he
said, and two others with him. How did I
know he was your poor pa? Along of his
havin' your poor ma's picture hung round his
neck. And a fine-lookin' man he was, to be
And his name was H. M.'! cried the
child, eagerly.


"Them was the letters of it!" assented
the Captain. "Worked on his shirt and
hank'cher, so fine as ever was. Well, Jewel
Bright, when I seed all this, I says, 'Jan-
uary,' says I,' here's Christian corpses, and
they must have Christian burial! I says.
So I brought 'em all up to the house, and
laid 'em comfortable; and then I gave you a
good drink of warm milk (you'd been sleeping'
like a little angil, and only waked up to smile
and crow and say ''Tar!'), and gave you a
bright spoon to play with; and then I rowed
over to shore to fetch the minister and the
crowner, and everybody else as was proper.
You don't care about this part, Honeysuckle,
and you ain't no need to, but everything was
done decent and Christian, and your parents
and the other two laid peaceful under the
big pine-tree. Then the minister, when 'twas
all done, he says to me,' And now, my friend,'
he says, 'I'll relieve you of the child, as
would be a care to you, and I can find some
one to take charge of it! he says. 'Meanin'
no disrespect, Minister,' I says, 'don't think
it! The Lord has His views, you'll allow,


most times, and He had 'em when He sent
the child here. He could have sent her
ashore by the station jest as easy,' I says,
'if so be't had seemed best; but He sent her
to me,' I says, and I'll keep her.' But how
can you bring up a child?'he says, 'alone,
here on a rock in the ocean ? 'he says. 'I've
been thinking that over, Minister,' I says,
' ever since I holt that little un in my arms,
takin' her from her dead mother's breast,' I
says; 'and I can't see that there's more than
three things needed to bring up a child, -
the Lord's help, common sense, and a cow.
The last two I hev, and the fust is likely to
be round when a man asks for it!' I says.
So then we shakes hands, and he doesn't
say nothing' more, 'cept to pray a blessin' for
me and for the child. And the blessin' kem,
and the blessin' stayed, Star Bright; and
there's the end of the story, my maid.
"And now it's time these two eyes were
shut, and only the top star shinin' in the old
tower. Good night, Jewel! Good night, and
God bless you!"





IMOGEN! said Star, looking up from her
book, "I don't believe you have been lis-
tenin "
Imogen looked up meekly, but made no
attempt to deny the charge.
You must listen! said the child, sternly.
"First place, it's beautiful: and besides, it's
very rude not to listen when people reads.


And you ought not to be rude, Imogen!"
After which short lecture, Star turned to her
book again, a great book it was, lying open
on the little pink calico lap,--and went on
reading, in her clear childish voice:-
"' Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire,
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moony sphere;
And I serve the fairy queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green':-
Do you know what a fairy is, Imogen?"
asked Star, looking up again suddenly.
But this time it was very evident that
Imogen (who was, in truth, a large white
cow, with a bell round her neck) was paying
no attention whatever to the reading; for
she had fairly turned her back, and was
leisurely cropping the short grass, swaying
her tail in a comfortable and reflective man-
ner the while.
Star sprang to her feet, and, seizing the
delinquent's horns, shook them with all her


How dare you turn your back when I
am reading! she cried. I'm just ashamed
,of you! You're a disgrace to me, Imogen.
Why, you're as ignorant as a as as a
lobster! and you a great cow with four
whole legs. A a- ah! shame on you!"
Imogen rubbed her head deprecatingly
against the small pink shoulder, and uttered
a soft and apologetic moo"; but Star was
not ready to be mollified yet.
"And you know it's my own book, too!"
she continued, reproachfully. "My own
Willum Shakespeare, that I love more -
well, no! not more than I love you, Imogen,
but just as much, and almost nearly half as
much as I love Daddy Captain.
But after all," she added, with a smile
flitting over her frowning little face, after
all, you poor dear, you are only a cow, and I
don't suppose you know." And then she
hugged Imogen, and blew a little into one
of her ears, to make her wink it, and the
two were very friendly again.
"Perhaps you would like to know, Imo-
gen," said Star, confidentially, seating her-


self once more on the ground, why I am so
fond of Willum Shakespeare. So I will tell
you. It is really part of my story, but Daddy
Captain didn't get as far as that last night,
so I think I will tell it to you. Well!" she
drew a long breath of enjoyment, and, clasp-
ing her hands round her knees, settled her-
self for a good talk."
Well, Imogen: you see, at first I was a
little baby, and didn't know anything at all,
But by and by I began to grow big, and
then Daddy Captain said to himself, 'Here's
a child,' he says, 'and a child of gentlefolks,.
and she mustn't grow up in ignorance, and
me doing my duty by her poor pa and ma,'
he says. So he rows over to the town, and
he goes to the minister (the same minister
who came over here before), and he says,
'Good morning, Minister!' and the minister
shakes him by the hand hearty, and says,
'Why, Captain January! 'he says, I'm amaz-
ing glad to see you. And how is the child ?'
And Daddy says, 'The child is a-growing
with the flowers,' he says; and she's a-grow-
ing like the flowers. Show me a rose that's.


as sweet and as well growed as that child,'
he says,' and I'll give you my head, Minister.'
That's the way Daddy talks, you know,
Imogen. And then he told the minister
how he didn't want the child (that was me, of
course) to grow up in ignorance, and how he
wanted to teach me. And the minister
asked him was he qualified to teach. Not
yet, I ain't!'says Daddy Captain, 'but I'm
a-going to be. I want a book, or maybe a
couple of books, that'll edicate me in a man-
ner all round!' he says. I couldn't do with
a lot of 'em,' he says, ''cause I ain't used to
it, and it makes things go round inside my
head. But I think I could tackle two, if they
was fustrate,' he says. The minister laughed,
and told Daddy he wanted a good deal.
Then he asked him if he had the Good
Book. That's the Bible, you know, Imogen.
Daddy Captain won't let me read that to
you, because you are a beast that perish.
Poor dear!" she leaned forward and kissed
Imogen's pink nose. And Daddy said of
course he had that, only the letters weren't so
,clear as they used to be, somehow, perhaps


along of getting wet in his weskit pocket,
being he carried it along always. So the
minister gave him a new big BEAUTIFUL Bible,
Imogen! It isn't so new now, but it's just
as big and beautiful, and I love it. And
then he thought for a long time, the minister
did, walking about the room and looking at
all the books. The whole room was full of
books, Daddy says, all on shelves, 'cept some
on the floor and the table and the chairs.
It made his head go round dreadful to see
them all, Daddy says (I mean Daddy's head),
and think of anybody reading them. He
says he doesn't see how in creation the min-
ister manages to keep his bearings, and look
out for a change in the wind, and things
that have to be done, and read all those
books too. Well!" she kissed Imogen's
nose again, from sheer enjoyment, and threw
her head back with a laugh of delight. I'm
coming to it now, Imogen! she cried. At
last the minister took down a big book -
OH! you precious old thing, how I love
you !" (this apostrophe was addressed to the
quarto volume which she was now hugging


rapturously), "and said, 'Well, Captain Jan-
uary, here's the best book in the world, next
to the Good Book!' he says. 'You'll take
this,' he says, 'as my gift to you and the
child! and with these two books to guide
you, the child's education won't go far
wrong! he says, and then he gave Daddy
the dictionary too, Imogen; but I shan't tell
you about that, because it's a brute, and I
hate and 'spise it. But -well! so, you see,
that was the way I got my Willum Shake-
speare, my joy and my pride, my -"
At this moment a shadow fell upon the
grass, and a deep, gruff voice was heard, say-
ing, "Star, ahoy!" The child started up,
and turned to meet the new-comer with a
joyous smile. Why, Bob! she cried, seiz-
ing one of his hands in both of hers, and
dancing round and round him. Where did
you come from? Why aren't you on the
boat ?"
"Boat's aground!" replied the person
addressed as Bob. He spoke in short, jerky
sentences. He was dressed as a seafaring
man; had wide, helpless-looking brown eyes,


an apologetic smile, and a bass voice of ap-
palling depth and power. Boat's aground,"
he repeated, seating himself on the grass and
looking about for a stem of grass long enough
to put in his mouth. Hard and fast.
W aitiing. f.t,: tide to turnI ; thought I'd
C'llme, a-355 time Lo day."
." .-nd hi t'

to_ h il her .fe\ i ""'
agr- 'Lid?" A -

'inquired the child, se-
verely. "A pretty pilot you are! Why, I
could steer her myself better than that."
Fog!" replied the man, in a meek and



muffled roar. Then finding a bit of sorrel,
he fell upon it with avidity, and seemed to
think he had said enough.
H'm!" said Star, with a disdainful little
sniff. "You'd better get Daddy to steer
your boat. He doesn't mind fog. Are there
many people on board? she added, with an
air of interest.
Heaps !" replied Bob, succinctly. Then,
after a pause of meditative chewing: Like
to go aboard? take ye boat Cap'n
willing. "
"No, I don't want to go aboard, thank
you! said Star. I don't like people. But
you might just row me round her once, Bob,"
she added. I think I should like that. But
we must wait till Daddy comes, of course."
Cap'n round ? inquired Bob.
He's setting the lobster-pots," replied the
child. "He'll be back soon. Bob," she
added irrelevantly a moment after, I never
noticed before that you looked like Imogen.
Why, you are the very image of her, Bob!
Your eyes and your expression are exactly
the same."


Bob raised his eyes and surveyed Im-
ogen with a critical air. "Fine cow!"
he said at last. D'no's I mind--'f she
"Isn't she a fine cow!" cried little Star,
patting the meek and graceful head of her
favourite. I don't believe there's another
such cow in the world. I know there isn't!
I think," she added, I will take a little ride
on her, while we are waiting for Daddy
Captain. Will you put me up, please,
Bob ?"
The obedient Bob lifted her as if she
were a ball of thistle-down, and set her on
the broad back of the good cow, who straight-
way began to pace sedately along the bit of
meadow, following the guidance of the small
hands which clasped her horns. Ah! who
will paint me that picture, as my mind's eye
sees it? The blue of sky and sea, the
ripples breaking in silver on silver sand, the
jewelled green, where the late dandelions
flecked the grass with gold: and in the
midst the lovely, laughing child, mounted on
the white cow, tossing her cloudy golden


hair, and looking back with eyes of delight
toward her companion.
The beauty of it all filled the eyes and the
heart of Captain January, as he came up
among the rocks. He paused, and stood
for some time in silence, watching the little
well-beloved figure. "Wall!" he said, "if
that ain't one of the young-eyed cherubims,
then I never seed one, that's all."
At this moment Star caught sight of him.
"O Daddy," she cried. "My Daddy Cap-
tain, I'm having such a fine ride! It isn't
quite as high as a heaven-kissing hill, but it's
a heaven-kissing cow, for Imogen is really
very high. Dear Daddy, won't you come
and try it ? there's plenty of room!"
Thanky, Peach Blossom! said the
Captain, advancing, and greeting the apol-
ogetic Bob with a hearty shake of the hand.
" Thanky kindly, but I don't believe I will
try it. Ridin' was never, so to say, in my
line. I'm stiddy enough on my own pins,
but defend me from trying' to git about on
another critter's. And how's all with you,
Bob? and why ain't you aboard the Hunt-
ress "


Bob in the fewest possible words related
the mishap which had befallen the boat, and
asked if he might take Missy out to see
"To be sure! to be sure!" said Captain
January. That'll be a nice trip for ye,
Honeysuckle. Put on your bunnit and go
with Bob. He'll take good care of ye, Bob
And so, by what seemed the merest
chance, that lovely afternoon, little Star went
with Bob Peet, in his old black boat, to see
the steamer Huntress aground on a sand-
bank off the main shore.
The sea lay all shining and dimpling in
the afternoon light, and not a cloud was to
be seen overhead. Here and there a white
gull was slowly waving his wings through
the clear air, and little fish came popping
their heads out of the water, just for the
pleasure of popping them back again. Star
dipped her hands in the blue crystal below,
and sang little snatches of song, being light
of heart and without a care in the world.
They were no nursery songs that she sang,


for she considered herself to have outgrown
the very few Mother Goose ditties which
Captain January had treasured in his mind
and heart ever since his mother sang them
to him, all the many years ago. She was
tired of
"Jacky Barber's coming to town:
Clear away, gentlemen clear away, gentlemen !
One foot up and t'other foot down,
Jacky Barber's coming to town."

But she loved the scraps of sea-song that
the old Captain still hummed over his work:
" Baltimore," and Blow a Man Down," and
half a dozen other salt-water ditties : and it
might have been strange to less accustomed
ears than Bob Peet's to hear the sweet child-
voice carolling merrily: -
Boney was a warrior,
Weigh high oh !
Boney was a warrior,
John Francois !
Boney whipped the Rooshians,
Weigh high oh !
Boney whipped the Prooshians,
John Francois !
Boney went to Elba,
Weigh high oh !" etc.


Bob's oars kept time with the song, and
his portentous voice thundered out the re-



frain with an energy which shook the little
skiff from stem to stern. By the time that
" Boney was safely consigned to his grave


2- :~-~


in sunny France, they were nearing the flats
on which the steamer Huntress lay, quietly
awaiting the turn of the tide.
Star knew the great white boat well, for
twice a day she went thundering past Light
Island, churning the quiet blue water into
foam with her huge paddles, on her way to
and from the gay summer city which all the
world came to visit. Nearly every day the
child would run out on the south rocks to
wave a greeting to some of her acquaintances
among the crew; for she knew them all,
from the black-bearded captain down to the
tiniest cabin-boy; and they, for their part,
were always eager, good souls!- for a
smile or a nod from the "Star of Light
Island." Not a man of them but envied Bob
Peet his privilege of going when he pleased
to the light-house rock. For Captain Jan-
uary was not fond of visitors, and gave them
no encouragement to come, Bob Peet being
the single exception to the rule. The Cap-
tain liked Bob because he was not "given
to clatter," and knew how to belay his jaw."
I do love to see a man belay his jaw said
Captain January, unconsciously quoting the


words of another and a more famous captain,
the beloved David Dodd. So Bob was free
to come and go as he liked, and to smoke
his pipe in sociable silence for hours at a
time, within the walls of Storm Castle.
"Stop here, Bob!" said Star, with an
imperious motion of her hand. "I don't
want to go any nearer." The obedient Bob
lay on his oars, and both looked up at the
great boat, now only a few yards away. The
decks were crowded with passengers, who
leaned over the railings, idly chatting, or
watching the water to see if the tide had
"Sight o' folks," said Bob Peet, nodding
toward the after-deck, which seemed a solid
mass of human beings.
"Yes," said the child, speaking half to
herself, in a low tone. "It's just like the
Tower of Babel, isn't it? I should think
they would be afraid. 'And the Lord scat-
tered them abroad from thence upon the
face of all the earth.' And it's so stupid!"
she added, after a moment's pause. "Why
don't they stay at home? Haven't they
any homes to stay at ? Who takes care of


their homes while they go sailing about like
loons ?"
Folks likes to v'yage," said Bob Peet,
with mild toleration. Heaps nothing' t'
do -hot spells -v'yages." He added, with
an approach to a twinkle in his meek and
cow-like eyes, Try it some day git
tired of ol' Cap'n-- ol' rock pooty soon-
take ye v'yage "
His speech was interrupted by a sudden
and violent dash of water in his face.
Take that! cried Star, panting with fury,
and flinging the water at him with all her
small might. I wish it was sharp stones,
instead of just water. I wish it was needles,
and jagged rocks, and quills upon the fretful
porkypine, so I do! How dare you say such
things to me, Bob Peet? How dare you ? "
She paused, breathless, but with flashing
eyes and burning cheeks; while Bob meekly
mopped his face and head with a red cotton
handkerchief, and shook the water from his
ears, eying her the while with humble and
deprecatory looks.
No offence," he muttered, in apologetic
thunder-rumble. "Poor ol' Bob eh, Missy?


sorry, beg pardon! Never no more. Didn't
mean it nohow "
The tempest subsided as suddenly as it
rose, and Star, with a forgiving nod, took
out her own little handkerchief and daintily
wiped a few drops from her victim's fore-
You're so stupid, Bob," she said frankly,
"that I suppose I ought not to get angry
with you, any more than I would with Imo-
gen, though even she provokes me some-
times. So I forgive you, Bob. But if you
ever say such a thing again as my getting
tired of Daddy, I'll kill you. So now you
Jes' so !" assented Bob. Nat'rally! To
b' sure!"
The sudden splashing of the water had
caught many eyes on the deck of the Hunt-
ress, and people admired the "playfulness"
of the pretty child in the little boat. One
pair of eyes, however, was sharper than the
Just look at that child, Isabel! said a
tall, bronzed gentleman who was leaning
over the taff-rail. She is a perfect little


fury! I never saw a pair of eyes flash so.
Very fine eyes they are, too. A very beauti-
ful child. Isabel! why, my dear, what is the
matter ? You are ill faint! let me "
But the lady at his side pushed his arm
away, and leaned forward, her eyes fixed
upon Star's face.
George," she said in a low, trembling
voice, I want to know who that child is. I
must know, George!. Find out for me, dear,
As she spoke, she made a sign towards
the boat, so earnest, so imperative, that it
caught Star's wandering gaze. Their eyes
met, and the little child in the pink calico
frock, and the stately lady in the India shawl,
gazed at each other as if they saw nothing
else in the world. The gentleman looked
from one to the other in amazement.
Isabel! he whispered, "the child looks
like you. What can this mean? "
But little Star, in the old black boat, cried,
" Take me away, Bob take me home to my
Daddy Captain! Quick do you hear? "
"Jes' so said Bob Peet. Nat'rally!"



A GREY day! soft grey sky, like the breast
of a dove; sheeny grey sea, with gleams of
steel running across; trailing skirts of mist
shutting off the mainland, leaving Light
Island alone with the ocean; the white
tower gleaming spectral among the folding
mists; the dark pine-tree pointing a sombre
finger to heaven; the wet, black rocks, from
which the tide had gone down, huddling
together in fantastic groups as if to hide
their nakedness.



On the little beach two men were slowly
pacing up and down, up and down, one
silent, the other talking earnestly. Old men,
both, with white, reverend hair: one slender
and small, the other a son of Anak, big and
brawny, Captain January and the minis-
It was the minister who had been speak-
ing. But now he had done, and they took
a few turns in silence before the Captain
spoke in reply.
"Minister," he said -and his voice was
strangely altered from the gruff, hearty tone
which had greeted his guest fifteen minutes
before Minister, I ain't a man that's used
to hearing' much talk, and it confuses my
mind a bit. There's things inside my head
that seems to go round and round, some-
times, and put me out. Now, if it isn't
askin' too much, I'll git you to go over them
points again. Slow, like! slow, Minister,
bearin' in mind that I'm a slow man, and
mot used to it. This this lady, she come
to your house yesterday, as ever was ?"
"Yesterday," assented the minister; and


his voice had a tender, almost compassionate
tone, as if he were speaking to a child.
And a fine day it were!" said Captain
January. Wind steady, sou' west by sou'.
Fog in the morning and Bob Peet run the
Huntress aground on the bank. I never
liked fog, Minister! 'Give me a gale,' I'd
say, 'or anything' short of a cyclone,' I'd say,
'but don't give me fog!' and see now, how
it's come about! But it lifted, soon as the
harm were done. It lifted, and as fine a day
as ever you see."
The minister looked at him in some
alarm, but the old man's keen blue eyes
were clear and intelligent, and met his gaze
You're thinking' I'm crazy, Minister, or
maybe drunk," he said quietly; but I ain't
neither one. I'm on'y takin' it by and large.
When a man has been fifteen year on a desert
island, ye see, he learns to take things by
and large. But I never see good come of a
fog yet. Amen! so be it! And so Cap'n
Nazro brought the lady to your house, Min-
ister? "


Captain Nazro came with her," said the
minister, and also her husband, Mr. Mor-
ton, and Robert Peet, the pilot. Mrs. Mor-
ton had seen little Star in Peet's boat, and
was greatly and painfully struck by the
child's likeness to a beloved sister of hers,
who had, it was supposed, perished at sea,
with her husband and infant child, some ten
years ago.
Ten year ago," repeated Captain Janu-
ary, passing his hand across his weather-
beaten face, which looked older, somehow,
than it was wont to do. Ten year ago this
September. He holdeth the waters in the
hollow of his hand.' Go on, Minister. The
lady thought my little Star, as the Lord
dropped out of the hollow of His hand into
my arms ten years ago, had a look of her
She was so strongly impressed by it," the
minister continued-quietly, that, failing to
attract Peet's attention as he rowed away,
she sent for the captain, and begged him to
give her all the information he could about
the child. What she heard moved her so


deeply that she became convinced of the
child's identity with her sister's lost infant.
As soon as Peet returned after putting Star
ashore, she questioned him even more closely.
He, good fellow, refused to commit himself
to anything which he fancied you might not
like, but he told her of my having performed
the last rites over the mortal remains of
the child's parents, and Mr. Morton wisely
counselled her to go at once to me, instead
of coming here, as she at first wished to do.
After my interview with her, I am bound to
say -"
Easy now, Minister!" interrupted Cap-
tain January. I'm an old man, though I
never knowed it till this day. Easy with
this part! "
I am bound to say," continued the min-
ister, laying his hand kindly on his com-
panion's arm, that I think there is little
doubt of Star's being Mrs. Morton's niece."
And what if she be ? exclaimed the old
sailor, turning with a sudden violence which
made the gentle minister start back in alarm.
"What if she be? what have the lady


done for her niece ? did she take her out o'
the sea, as raged like all the devils let loose,
and death itself a-hangin' round and fairly
howlin' for that child ? did she stand on that
rock, blind and deef and e'ena'most mazed
with the beating' and roarin' and onearthly
screechin' all round, and take that child from
its dead mother's breast, and vow to the
Lord, as helped in savin' it, to do as
should be done by it ? has she prayed, and
worked, and sweat, and laid awake nights,
for fear that child's fingers should ache, this
ten year past? has she -" the old man's
voice, which had been ringing out like a
trumpet, broke off suddenly. The angry
fire died out of his blue eyes, and he bowed
his head humbly. I ask yer pardon, Min-
ister!" he said quietly, after a pause. "I
humbly ask yer pardon. I had forgotten the
Lord, ye see, for all I was talking' about Him
so glib. I was takin' my view, and forgettin'
that the Lord had His. He takes things by
and large, and naturally He takes 'em larger
than mortal man kin do. Amen! so be it! "
He took off his battered hat, and stood


motionless for a few moments, with bent
head: nor was his the only silent prayer that
went up from the little grey beach to the
grey heaven above.
"Well, Minister," he said presently, in a
calm and even cheerful voice, and so that
bein' all clear to your mind, the lady have
sent you to take my- to take her niece -
the little lady (and a lady she were from her
cradle) back to her. Is that the way it
stands ? "
Oh, no! no indeed !" cried the kind old
minister. Mrs. Morton would do nothing
so cruel as that, Captain January. She is
very kind-hearted, and fully appreciates all
that you have done for the little girl. But
she naturally wants to see the child, and to
do whatever is for her best advantage."
For the child's advantage. That's it!"
repeated Captain January. That's some-
thin' to hold on by. Go on, Minister! "
So she begged me to come over alone,"
continued the minister, "to to prepare
your mind, and give you time to think the
matter well over. And she and Mr. Morton


were to follow in the course of an hour, in
Robert Peet's boat. He is a very singular
fellow, that Peet!" added the good man,
shaking his head. "Do you think he is
quite in his right mind? He has taken
the most inveterate dislike to Mr. and Mrs.
Morton, and positively refuses to speak to
either of them. I could hardly prevail upon
him to bring them over here, and yet he fell
into a strange fury.when I spoke of getting
some one else to bring them. He he is
quite safe, I suppose ? "
Wal, yes replied Captain January, with
a half smile. Bob's safe, if any one is.
Old Bob! so he doesn't like them, eh ?"
At that moment his eye caught something,
and he said in an altered voice, Here's
Bob's boat coming now, Minister, and the
lady and gentleman in her."
They must have come much more rapidly
than I did," said the minister, "and yet my
boy rows well enough. Compose yourself,
January! this is a heavy blow for you, my
good friend. Compose yourself! Things
are strangely ordered in this world. 'We
see through a glass darkly'! "


Not meaning' to set my betters right,
Minister," said Captain January, I never
seed as it made any difference whether a
man seed or not, darkly or howsumdever, so
long as the Lord made His views clear.
And He's making' 'em! he added. He's
making' 'em, Minister! Amen! so be it!"
And quietly and courteously, ten minutes
later, he was bidding his visitors welcome to
Light Island, as if it were a kingdom, and
he the crownless monarch of it. It's a
poor place, Lady!" he said, with a certain
stately humility, as he helped Mrs. Morton
out of the boat. Good anchorage for a
shipwrecked mariner like me, but no place
for ladies or or them as belongs to ladies."
O Captain January! cried Mrs. Morton,
who was a tall, fair woman, with eyes like
Star's own. What shall I say to you ? I
must seem to you so cruel, so heartless, to
come and ask for the child whom you have
loved and cared for so long. For that is
what I have come for! I must speak frankly,
now that I see your kind, honest face. I
have come to take my sister's child, for it


is my duty to do so." She laid both hands
on the old man's arm, and looked up in his
face with pleading, tearful eyes.
But Captain January's face did not move
as he answered quietly, It is your duty,
Lady. No question o' that, to my mind or
any. But," he added, with a wistful look,
" I'll ask ye to do it easy, Lady. It'll be
sudden like for the--for the young lady.
And -she ain't used to bein' took sudden,
my ways bein' in a manner slow. You'll
happen find her a little quick, Lady, in her
ways, she bein' used to a person as was in a
manner slow, and havin' to be quick for two,
so to say. But it's the sparkle o' gold, Lady,
and a glint o' diamonds."
But the lady was weeping, and could not
answer; so Captain January turned to her
husband, who met him with a warm grasp of
the hand, and a few hearty and kindly words.
And now I'll leave ye with the minister
for a minute, Lady and Gentleman," the
Captain said; "for Bob Peet is a-signallin'
me as if he'd sprung aleak below the water
line, and all hands goin' to the bottom."


Bob, who had withdrawn a few paces after
beaching his boat, was indeed making fran-
tic demonstrations to attract the Captain's
attention, dancing and snapping his fingers,
and contorting his features in strange and
hideous fashion.
Well, Bob," said the old man, walking
up to him, "what's up with you, and why
are ye h'istin' and lowerin' your jib in that
onearthly fashion ? "
Bob Peet seized him by the arm, and led
him away up the beach. Cap'n," he said,
looking round to make sure that they were
out of hearing of the others, I can't touch
a lady not seamanly! But 'f you say the
word knock gen'l'm'n feller middle o'
next week. Say the word, Cap'n! Good's a
meal o' vittles-t' me h'ist him over cliff "



AND where was little Star, while all this
was going on down on the beach ? Oh, she
had been having a delightful afternoon. It
was cloudy, and Daddy was going to be
busy, so she had determined to spend an


hour or so in her own room, and enjoy all
the delights of "dressing up." For the
great chest that had been washed ashore
from the wreck, the day after she herself had
come to the island, was full of clothes be-
longing to her "poor mamma"; and as we
have seen, the little woman was fully inclined
to make use of them.
Beautiful clothes they were; rich silks and
velvets, with here and there cloudy laces and
strange webs of Eastern gauze. For she
had been a beautiful woman, this poor
mamma, and it had been the delight of
Hugh Maynard, her proud and fond hus-
band, to deck his lovely wife in all rare and
precious stuffs. Some of them were stained
with sea-water, and many of the softer stuffs
were crumpled and matted hopelessly, but
that mattered little to Star. Her eyes de-
lighted in soft, rich colours, and she was
never weary of turning them over and over,
trying them on, and "playing s'pose" with
S'pose," she would say," my poor mamma
was going to a banquet, like the Capulet one,


or Macbeth's. Oh, no! 'cause that would
have been horrid, with ghosts and daggers
and things. S'pose it was the Capulets!
Then she would put on this pink silk. Isn't
it pretty, and soft, and creamy! Just like
the wild roses on the south side of the
meadow, that I made a wreath of for Imogen
on her birthday. Dear Imogen it was so
becoming to her. Well, so my poor mamma
put it on -so! and then she paced through
the hall, and all the lords turned round and
said, Mark'st thou yon lady ?' 'Cause she
was so beautiful, you know. This is the
way she paced! and then the little creat-
ure would fall to pacing up and down the
room, dragging the voluminous pink folds
behind her, her head thrown back, and a
look of delighted pride lighting up her small
It was the funniest little place, this room
of Star's, the queerest, quaintest little elfin
bower! It was built out from the south side
of the tower, almost like a swallow's nest,
only a swallow's nest has no window looking
out on the blue sea. There was a little


white bed in a corner, and a neat chest of
drawers, and a wash-stand, all made by Cap-
tain January's skilful hands, and all shining
and spotless. The bare floor was shining
too, and so was the little looking-glass which
hung upon the wall. And beside the look-
ing-glass, and above it, and in fact all over
the walls, were trophies and wonders of all
kinds and descriptions. There was the star-
fish with ten legs, pinned up in sprawling
scarlet; and there, beside him, the king of
all the sea-urchins, resplendent with green
and purple horns. And here were ropes of
shells, and branches of coral, and over the
bed a great shining star, made of the deli-
cate gold-shells. That was Daddy's present
to her on her last birthday. Dear Daddy!
There, sitting in the corner, was Mrs. Nep-
tune, the doll which Captain January had
carved out of a piece of fine wood that had
drifted ashore after a storm. Her eyes were
tiny black snail-shells, her hair was of brown
sea-moss, very thick and soft (" though as for
combing it," said Star, "it is im-possible! "),
and a smooth pink shell was set in either


cheek, "to make a blush." Mrs. Neptune
was somewhat battered, as Star was in the
habit of knocking her head against the wall
when she was in a passion; but she main-
tained her gravity of demeanour, and always
sat with her back perfectly straight, and with
an air of protest against everything in gen-
In the window stood the great chest, at
once a treasure-chamber and a seat; and
over it hung one of the most precious things
of Star's little world. It was a string of
cocoanut-shells. Fifteen of them there were,
and each one was covered with curious and
delicate carving, and each one meant a whole
year of a man's life. "For the nuts was
ripe when we kem ashore, my good mate Job
Hotham and me, on that island. So when
the nuts was ripe agin, ye see, Jewel Bright,
we knowed 'twas a year since we kem. So
I took my jack-knife and carved this first
shell, as a kind o' token, ye know, and not
thinking' there'd be so many to carve." So
the first shell was all covered with ships: fair
vessels, with sails all set, and smooth seas


rippling beneath them; the ships that were
even then on their way to rescue the two
castaways. And the second was carved with
anchors, the sign of hope, and with coils of
rope, and nautical instruments, and things
familiar to seamen's eyes. But the third
was carved with stars, and sickle-curved
moons, and broad-rayed suns, Because, ye
see, Peach Blossom, earthly hope bein' as.
ye might say foundered, them things, and
what was above 'em, stayed where they was;
and it stiddied a man's mind to think on 'em,,
and to make a note on 'em as fur as might
be." And then came one covered with
flowers and berries, and another with fruits,
and another with shells, and so on through
the whole fifteen. They hung now in little
Star's window, a strange and piteous record;
and every night before the child said her
prayers, she kissed the first and last shell,
and then prayed that Daddy Captain might
forget the dreadful time," and never, never
think about it again.
So, on this grey day, when other things
were going on out-of-doors, Star was having


a "good time" in her room. She had
found in the treasure-chest a short mantle
of gold-coloured velvet, which made "a just
exactly skirt for her, the two ends trailing
behind enough to give her a sense of dig-
nity, but not enough to impede her move-
"For I am not a princess to-day!" she
said; I am delicate Ariel, and the long ones
get round my feet so I can't run." Then
came a long web of what she called "sun-
shine," and really it might have been woven
of sunbeams, so airy-light was the silken
gauze of the fabric. This my lady had
wound round and round her small person
with considerable art, the fringed ends hang-
ing from either shoulder, and making, to her
mind, a fair substitute for wings. See! "
she cried, running to and fro, and glancing
backward as she ran. They wave! they
really do wave! Look, Mrs. Neptune! aren't
they lovely ? But you are envious, and that
is why you look so cross. 'Merrily, merrily,
shall I live now, under the blossom that
hangs on the bough.'" She leaped and


danced about the room, light and radiant as
a creature of another world: then stopped,
to survey with frowning brows her little blue
stockings and stout laced boots. Ariel
never wore such things as those!" she
declared; "if you say she did, Mrs. Nep-
tune, you show your ignorance, and that is
all I have to say to you." Off came the
shoes and stockings, and the little white feet
were certainly much prettier to look at.
" Now," cried Star, I will go down stairs
and wait for Daddy Captain, and perhaps he
will think I am a real fairy. Oh, wouldn't
that be fun! I am sure I look like one! "
and down the stairs she flitted like a golden
butterfly. Once in the kitchen, the house-
wife in her triumphed for a moment over the
fairy: she raked up the fire, put on more
wood, and swept the hearth daintily. But
Ariel did such things for Prospero," she
said. I'm Ariel just the same, so I may as
well fill the kettle and put some apples
down to roast." This was soon done, and
clapping her hands with delight the tricksy
spirit" began to dance and frolic anew.


"'Come unto these yellow sands,
And then take hands '"

she sang, holding out her hands to invisi-
ble companions.
"'Courtesied when ye have, and kissed
(The wild waves whist !)
Foot it featly here and there.'

Oh foot it featly, and feat it footly, and
dance and sing, and tootle-ty ting !" cried
the child, as she flitted like a golden cloud
about the room. Then, as she whirled
round and faced the door, she stopped short.
Her arms fell by her side, and she stood as if
spellbound, looking at the lady who stood in
the doorway.
The lady made no motion at first, but only
gazed at her'with loving and tender eyes.
She was a beautiful lady, and her eyes were
soft and blue, with a look of tears in them.
But there was no answering softness in the
starry eyes of the child: only a wide, wild
look of wonder, of anger, perhaps of fear.
Presently the lady, still silent, raised both
hands, and kissed them tenderly to the child;

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