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  The　brig　was　close　upon　them。　　Her　canvas　loomed　large　and　dusky；　shadowing　the　sea。　　Her　wet　decks　shone　in　the　morning　sunlight。　From　her　bulwarks　peered　bearded　and　eager　faces；　looking　with　astonishment　at　this　burning　boat　and　its　haggard　company；　alone　on　that　barren　and　stormy　ocean。
  Frere；　with　Sylvia　in　his　arms；　waited　for　her。
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  BOOK　III。PORT　ARTHUR。　　1838。
  CHAPTER　I。
  A　LABOURER　IN　THE　VINEYARD。
  〃Society　in　Hobart　Town；　in　this　year　of　grace　1838；　is；　my　dear　lord；　composed　of　very　curious　elements。〃　　So　ran　a　passage　in　the　sparkling　letter　which　the　Rev。　Mr。　Meekin；　newly…appointed　chaplain；　and　seven…days'　resident　in　Van　Diemen's　Land；　was　carrying　to　the　post　office；　for　the　delectation　of　his　patron　in　England。　　As　the　reverend　gentleman　tripped　daintily　down　the　summer　street　that　lay　between　the　blue　river　and　the　purple　mountain；　he　cast　his　mild　eyes　hither　and　thither　upon　human　nature；　and　the　sentence　he　had　just　penned　recurred　to　him　with　pleasurable　appositeness。　　Elbowed　by　well…dressed　officers　of　garrison；　bowing　sweetly　to　well…dressed　ladies；　shrinking　from　ill…dressed；　ill…odoured　ticket…of…leave　men；　or　hastening　across　a　street　to　avoid　being　run　down　by　the　hand…carts　that；　driven　by　little　gangs　of　grey…clothed　convicts；　rattled　and　jangled　at　him　unexpectedly　from　behind　corners；　he　certainly　felt　that　the　society　through　which　he　moved　was　composed　of　curious　elements。　　Now　passed；　with　haughty　nose　in　the　air；　a　newly…imported　government　official；　relaxing　for　an　instant　his　rigidity　of　demeanour　to　smile　languidly　at　the　chaplain　whom　Governor　Sir　John　Franklin　delighted　to　honour；　now　swaggered；　with　coarse　defiance　of　gentility　and　patronage；　a　wealthy　ex…prisoner；　grown　fat　on　the　profits　of　rum。　　The　population　that　was　abroad　on　that　sunny　December　afternoon　had　certainly　an　incongruous　appearance　to　a　dapper　clergyman　lately　arrived　from　London；　and　missing；　for　the　first　time　in　his　sleek；　easy…going　life；　those　social　screens　which　in　London　civilization　decorously　conceal　the　frailties　and　vices　of　human　nature。　　Clad　in　glossy　black；　of　the　most　fashionable　clerical　cut；　with　dandy　boots；　and　gloves　of　lightest　lavendera　white　silk　overcoat　hinting　that　its　wearer　was　not　wholly　free　from　sensitiveness　to　sun　and　heatthe　Reverend　Meekin　tripped　daintily　to　the　post　office；　and　deposited　his　letter。　　Two　ladies　met　him　as　he　turned。
  〃Mr。　Meekin！〃
  Mr。　Meekin's　elegant　hat　was　raised　from　his　intellectual　brow　and　hovered　in　the　air；　like　some　courteous　black　bird；　for　an　instant。　〃Mrs。　Jellicoe！　　Mrs。　Protherick！　　My　dear　leddies；　this　is　an　unexpected　pleasure！　　And　where；　pray；　are　you　going　on　this　lovely　afternoon？　　To　stay　in　the　house　is　positively　sinful。　Ah！　what　a　climatebut　the　Trail　of　the　Serpent；　my　dear　Mrs。　Protherick　the　Trail　of　the　Serpent〃　and　he　sighed。
  〃It　must　be　a　great　trial　to　you　to　come　to　the　colony；〃　said　Mrs。　Jellicoe；　sympathizing　with　the　sigh。
  Meekin　smiled；　as　a　gentlemanly　martyr　might　have　smiled。　〃The　Lord's　work；　dear　leddiesthe　Lord's　work。　　I　am　but　a　poor　labourer　in　the　vineyard；　toiling　through　the　heat　and　burden　of　the　day。〃　The　aspect　of　him；　with　his　faultless　tie；　his　airy　coat；　his　natty　boots；　and　his　self…satisfied　Christian　smile；　was　so　unlike　a　poor　labourer　toiling　through　the　heat　and　burden　of　the　day；　that　good　Mrs。　Jellicoe；　the　wife　of　an　orthodox　Comptroller　of　Convicts'　Stores；　felt　a　horrible　thrill　of　momentary　heresy。　　〃I　would　rather　have　remained　in　England；〃　continued　Mr。　Meekin；　smoothing　one　lavender　finger　with　the　tip　of　another；　and　arching　his　elegant　eyebrows　in　mild　deprecation　of　any　praise　of　his　self…denial；　〃but　I　felt　it　my　duty　not　to　refuse　the　offer　made　me　through　the　kindness　of　his　lordship。　　Here　is　a　field；　leddies　a　field　for　the　Christian　pastor。　　They　appeal　to　me；　leddies；　these　lambs　of　our　Churchthese　lost　and　outcast　lambs　of　our　Church。〃
  Mrs。　Jellicoe　shook　her　gay　bonnet　ribbons　at　Mr。　Meekin；　with　a　hearty　smile。　〃You　don't　know　our　convicts；〃　she　said　（from　the　tone　of　her　jolly　voice　it　might　have　been　〃our　cattle〃）。　　〃They　are　horrible　creatures。　And　as　for　servantsmy　goodness；　I　have　a　fresh　one　every　week。　When　you　have　been　here　a　little　longer；　you　will　know　them　better；　Mr。　Meekin。〃
  〃They　are　quite　unbearable　at　times。〃　said　Mrs。　Protherick；　the　widow　of　a　Superintendent　of　Convicts'　Barracks；　with　a　stately　indignation　mantling　in　her　sallow　cheeks。　　〃I　am　ordinarily　the　most　patient　creature　breathing；　but　I　do　confess　that　the　stupid　vicious　wretches　that　one　gets　are　enough　to　put　a　saint　out　of　temper。〃　〃We　have　all　our　crosses；　dear　leddiesall　our　crosses；〃　said　the　Rev。　Mr。　Meekin　piously。　　〃Heaven　send　us　strength　to　bear　them！　Good…morning。〃
  〃Why；　you　are　going　our　way；〃　said　Mrs。　Jellicoe。　　〃We　can　walk　together。〃
  〃Delighted！　　I　am　going　to　call　on　Major　Vickers。〃
  〃And　I　live　within　a　stone's　throw；〃　returned　Mrs。　Protherick。
  〃What　a　charming　little　creature　she　is；　isn't　she？〃
  〃Who？〃　asked　Mr。　Meekin；　as　they　walked。
  〃Sylvia。　　You　don't　know　her！　　Oh；　a　dear　little　thing。〃
  〃I　have　only　met　Major　Vickers　at　Government　House；〃　said　Meekin。
  〃I　haven't　yet　had　the　pleasure　of　seeing　his　daughter。〃
  〃A　sad　thing；〃　said　Mrs。　Jellicoe。　　〃Quite　a　romance；　if　it　was　not　so　sad；　you　know。　　His　wife；　poor　Mrs。　Vickers。〃
  〃Indeed！　　What　of　her？〃　asked　Meekin；　bestowing　a　condescending　bow　on　a　passer…by。　　〃Is　she　an　invalid？〃
  〃She　is　dead；　poor　soul；〃　returned　jolly　Mrs。　Jellicoe；　with　a　fat　sigh。　〃You　don't　mean　to　say　you　haven't　heard　the　story；　Mr。　Meekin？〃
  〃My　dear　leddies；　I　have　only　been　in　Hobart　Town　a　week；　and　I　have　not　heard　the　story。〃
  〃It's　about　the　mutiny；　you　know；　the　mutiny　at　Macquarie　Harbour。　The　prisoners　took　the　ship；　and　put　Mrs。　Vickers　and　Sylvia　ashore　somewhere。　Captain　Frere　was　with　them；　too。　　The　poor　things　had　a　dreadful　time；　and　nearly　died。　　Captain　Frere　made　a　boat　at　last；　and　they　were　picked　up　by　a　ship。　　Poor　Mrs。　Vickers　only　lived　a　few　hours；　and　little　Sylvia　she　was　only　twelve　years　old　thenwas　quite　light…headed。　They　thought　she　wouldn't　recover。〃
  〃How　dreadful！　　And　has　she　recovered？〃
  〃Oh；　yes；　she's　quite　strong　now；　but　her　memory's　gone。〃
  〃Her　memory？〃
  〃Yes；〃　struck　in　Mrs。　Protherick；　eager　to　have　a　share　in　the　storytelling。　〃She　doesn't　remember　anything　about　the　three　or　four　weeks　they　were　ashoreat　least；　not　distinctly。〃
  〃It's　a　great　mercy！〃　interrupted　Mrs。　Jellicoe；　determined　to　keep　the　post　of　honour。　　〃Who　wants　her　to　remember　these　horrors？　From　Captain　Frere's　account；　it　was　positively　awful！〃
  〃You　don't　say　so！〃　said　Mr。　Meekin；　dabbing　his　nose　with　a　dainty　handkerchief。
  〃A　'bolter'that's　what　we　call　an　escaped　prisoner；　Mr。　Meekin　happened　to　be　left　behind；　and　he　found　them　out；　and　insisted　on　sharing　the　provisionsthe　wretch！　　Captain　Frere　was　obliged　to　watch　him　constantly　for　fear　he　should　murder　them。　　Even　in　the　boat　he　tried　to　run　them　out　to　sea　and　escape。　　He　was　one　of　the　worst　men　in　the　Harbour；　they　say；　but　you　should　hear　Captain　Frere　tell　the　story。〃
  〃And　where　is　he　now？〃　asked　Mr。　Meekin；　with　interest。
  〃Captain　Frere？〃
  〃No；　the　prisoner。〃
  〃Oh；　goodness；　I　don't　knowat　Port　Arthur；　I　think。　I　know　that　he　was　tried　for　bolting；　and　would　have　been　hanged　but　for　Captain　Frere's　exertions。〃
  〃Dear；　dear！　a　strange　story；　indeed；〃　said　Mr。　Meekin。　　〃And　so　the　young　lady　doesn't　know　anything　about　it？〃　〃Only　what　she　has　been　told；　of　course；　poor　dear。　　She's　engaged　to　Captain　Frere。〃
  〃Really！　　To　the　man　who　saved　her。　　How　charmingquite　a　romance！〃
  〃Isn't　it？　　Everybody　says　so。　　And　Captain　Frere's　so　much　older　than　she　is。〃
  〃But　her　girlish　love　clings　to　her　heroic　protector；〃　said　Meekin；　mildly　poetical。　　〃Remarkable　and　beautiful。　　Quite　thehem！　the　ivy　and　the　oak；　dear　leddies。　　Ah；　in　our　fallen　nature；　what　sweet　spotsI　think　this　is　the　gate。〃
  A　smart　convict　servanthe　had　been　a　pickpocket　of　note　in　days　gone　by　left　the　clergyman　to　repose　in　a　handsomely　furnished　drawing…room；　whose　sun　blinds　revealed　a　wealth　of　bright　garden　flecked　with　shadows；　while　he　went　in　search　of　Miss　Vickers。　　The　Major　was　out；　it　seemed；　his　duties　as　Superintendent　of　Convicts　rendering　such　absences　necessary；　but　Miss　Vickers　was　in　the　garden；　and　could　be　called　in　at　once。　The　Reverend　Meekin；　wiping　his　heated　brow；　and　pulling　down　his　spotless　wristbands；　laid　himself　back　on　the　soft　sofa；　soothed　by　the　elegant　surroundings　no　less　than　by　the　coolness　of　the　atmosphere。　　Having　no　better　comparison　at　hand；　he　compared　this　luxurious　room；　with　its　soft　couches；　brilliant　flowers；　and　opened　piano；　to　the　chamber　in　the　house　of　a　West　India　planter；　where　all　was　glare　and　heat　and　barbarism　without；　and　all　soft　and　cool　and　luxurious　within。　　He　was　so　charmed　with　this　comparisonhe　had　a　knack　of　being　easily　pleased　with　his　own　thoughtsthat　he　commenced　to　turn　a　fresh　sentence　for　the　Bishop；　and　to　sketch　out　an