quite steep. This bridge was well fastened by ropes, and then the
passengers began to descend, while their heavier baggage was piled on
the decks of the tender.

Lucy and her father soon appeared. Chester met them below and helped the
sick man up, along the deck, and down the gang-way to the tender, where
he found a seat. Lucy followed, stewards carrying their hand baggage.
From their new position they looked up to the steamer. How big it was!

The day was beautifully warm. Well wrapped in his coat, the father
rested easily, watching with some interest the busy scene around him. He
being among the last to leave the liner, they were soon ready to be off.
The gang-way was drawn in again, and the tender steamed away towards the
inner harbor. The big ship weighed its anchor, then proceeded on its
course to Liverpool, carrying away its little world of a week's
acquaintance, to which Chester and Lucy waved farewell.

Queenstown, in terraced ranks, now rose before them. The pier was soon
reached, from which most of the travelers continued their journey by
rail. The minister and his party, however, took passage again on a small
boat for Cork. Everything being new to Chester, and the father being
quite unable to do anything, the initiative, at least, rested on Lucy.
With Chester's help, she managed quite well.

For an hour they sailed on the placid waters of the harbor and up into
the river Lee. The wooded hills, on either hand, dotted with
farm-houses and villas, presented a pleasing picture. The boat drew up
to a landing at St. Patrick's Bridge, where Uncle Gilbert met them,
greatly surprised and alarmed at his brother's condition.