have seen Europe's pictures, old castles, and historic places. I know
little and care less about the culture, but I have always had a desire
to see England, and some of France and Germany, and the Alps--yes, I
want to see the Alps and compare them with our Rockies. Rome, and other
Italian cities, are interesting, too, but I may not get to them this
time. I do hope some good will come of all this--somehow I think it will
not be wholly in vain."

The older man let him talk without interruption. There was something
uncommon in the life of this young man, but it would not do to show
undue haste in wishing to know it. It was easily to be seen that Chester
was helped in this opportunity to talk to a friend that could understand
and be trusted. They sat late that night. The sea roared about them in
the darkness. There was a fascination about this thing of seeming
life--the ship--forcing itself against wind and wave into the darkness,
and bearing safely with it in light and comfort a thousand precious
souls.

Chester slept fairly well, and was awake next morning at daylight.
Though the ship was pitching and rocking, he felt no indications of
sea-sickness. He gazed out of the port-hole at the racing waves. Some of
them rose to his window, and he looked into a bank of green water. He
got up and dressed. It was good to think he would not be sick. Very few
were stirring. A number who were, like himself, immune, were briskly
pacing the deck. Chester joined them and looked about. This surely must
be a storm, thought he. He had often wished to witness one, from a safe
position, of course, and here was one. As far as he could see in every
direction, the ocean was one mass of rolling, seething water. At a
distance it looked like a boiling pot, but nearer the waves rose higher,
the ship's prow cutting them like a knife.