The voyage had been a long one, and, though they were not all sea-sick, all were heartily sick of the sea,—all except two little children, a girl and a boy, whose faces were always bright and merry.
"What is there to be seen, captain?" said the children's mother, after trying in vain to make out any thing except sea and sky.
"Don't you know?" said the old man. "Let me point it out then to this little sailor."
So, taking little Willie in his arms while the vessel leaned before the breeze, he pointed with his forefinger, and said, "Do you see that dark-blue cloud right on the edge of the water, just where it meets the sky?"
"Yes, I see it," said the bright-eyed youngster.
"Well, do you know what it is, my lad? It isn't a cloud at all. That's land. Now do you know what land it is?"
"No, sir," said Willie.
"Then I'll tell you. It is old Cape Cod.—We are in sight of home, ladies and gentlemen," said the captain addressing his passengers. "We shall make Boston Light to-night, if this wind holds good."

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