So Wilfred Smith, as we must now call him, was afloat on the great Pacific Ocean. When they were two days out, the Captain came into the saloon, and, addressing him, said, “I forgot to give you this little parcel, which was brought on board by the last boat at ’Frisco.” On opening the packet, Wilfred found a handsome purse, embroidered by Carolina, Mr. Lomax’s eldest daughter, and in it a packet of gold, inscribed, “For use on landing, from your sincere friend, Caleb W. Lomax.” So, at the end of the voyage, Wilfred went on shore at Hong Kong with a light heart and no present anxiety. CHAPTER XXV. THE MARCH TO CANDAHAR. IT thrilled Wilfred’s soul, the evening of his arrival, to see the English uniform in the streets, and to hear his native tongue spoken by many amidst the motley crowds which throng the streets of Hong Kong. The young man was not long in making his way to the barracks, and, reaching them, he felt he had reached his goal. An English sentinel was pacing up and down before the barrack gate, and a smart young sergeant was standing before it, tapping his well-polished boot with a light cane. To him Wilfred forthwith addressed himself, and the two might shortly afterwards have been seen discussing, at the civilian’s expense, a couple of cooling drinks at a neighbouring tavern. The result of this interview was, that on the following morning Wilfred Smith attained the great purpose of his coming to China, by enlisting as a private in the ----th Infantry, then under orders to sail for India. In a few days all was ready, and the transport sailed. On arriving in port, Private Smith’s regiment was at once ordered up country, and no sooner had it reached its destination than Wilfred volunteered to join the Fortieth Dragoons, then about to start for the seat of war.