Chapter XV.
The Emigrants.
While this conversation was going on Mr. George and Rollo had been sauntering slowly along the walk, with warehouses on one side of them, and a roadway for carts and drays on the other, between the walk and the dock; and now all at once Rollo's attention was attracted by the spectacle of a large ship, on the decks of which there appeared a great number of people—men, women, and children.
"What is that?" asked Rollo, suddenly. "What do you suppose all those people are doing on board that ship?"
"That must be an emigrant ship," said Mr. George. "Those are emigrants, I have no doubt, going to America. Let us go on board."
"Will they allow us to go?" asked Rollo, doubtfully.
"O, yes," said Mr. George; "they will not know but that we are emigrants ourselves, or the friends of some of the emigrants. In fact,
we are the friends of some of the emigrants. We are the friends of all of them."