Hitherto there had been some consistency in my dream; for if my mode of
seeing were dream-like and fantastical, what I saw had the
verisimilitude of reality. But this was over, or at least was changed.
In place of being seated in the car of a balloon, I was now in the
maintop of Sir John's battered and leaky ship, a witness to what could
only have existence in the wild imaginings of a vision. For, methought
we were still steering to the South, when on our larboard hand uprose a
range of lofty hills, upon which it seemed to me that I could almost
have jumped. Down their sides rolled hundreds of little streams; and in
the waters, waist-deep, were myriads of human beings, delving, and
scraping, and washing, and picking up what seemed to me to be gold. But
they paused in their busy occupations, when they saw the approach of the
ships; and, holding up shining masses of the golden ore, shouted to the
long missing mariners to come to the mines, and gather a plentiful
harvest after their toils. Yardarm were we to the glittering hill-sides,
and the miners wore the air of men who rarely tempted in vain; but the
crew of the worn-out ship gaily shook their heads, laughed a pleasant
little laugh of defiance, and the words, "home, home," came floating up
to me from her deck.
* * * * *
Another trial. The men had theirs, and were staunch. It was the master's
turn. Heading still to the southwards, but almost becalmed, I saw a
swift steamer ranging fast up with us from astern. This time the Stars
and Stripes were plainly evident. She came alongside. Her captain was on
our deck in a moment, and engaged in earnest conversation with the good
Sir John. By the wave of his hand and a word caught here and there, I
knew that the kindly American was pressing the veteran to take passage
in his steamer. He drew a little almanac from his pocket, and there
seemed to be some comparison as to dates; but Sir John finally, with a
moistened eye, touched the other on the shoulder, pointed upwards to the
British ensign, and firmly shook his head. Away rushed the friendly
steamer, and the crowding passengers on her deck took leave of us with
reiterated cheers.
* * * * *
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