Don’t, for the world, tell him now. Take it to a taxidermist and have it stuffed, and I will explain it to him in due time.
The trio entered the boat, and in a few moments were safely landed on the wharf.
A rush is made to reach the sailors, and Tom and Jack are soon in the hands of their friends.
Frost’s wife and daughter nearly smothered him with kisses, and Tom’s friends received him kindly, and immediately invited him to go to a tavern and take something to drink.
Never! replied Tom. I have drunk my last glass of grog. I thank you for your friendship, but if you are true friends, don’t tempt me to drink rum.
Clear the way! Clear the way for Lord Wallace! exclaimed an officer. Make room for Lord Wallace.
Walter heard this name pronounced, and looking up, saw an old gentleman approaching, followed by a long list of friends and servants.
This, he thought to himself, is my grand-father Wallace.
On a nearer view, he saw that he was a man of about eighty years, but hale and hearty.
A boat was in readiness to convey his Lordship on board of the Reindeer. A plank was laid from the dock to the boat, and his Lordship started to walk on board.