went a great way towards making it all right--a very comforting and
satisfactory philosophy, which reduced the thermometer from ninety down to
seventy degrees on a hot day in summer, and raised it from ten to forty
degrees on a cold day in winter; which filled his stomach when it was
empty, alleviated the toothache or the headache, and changed snarling
babies into new-fledged angels. I commend Tom's philosophy to the
attention and imitation of all my young friends, assured that nothing will
keep them so happy and comfortable as a cheerful and contented
disposition.

"Tom Somers," said a voice near him, cutting short the consoling
meditation in which he was engaged.

His name was pronounced in a low and cautious tone, but the voice sounded
familiar to him, and he turned to ascertain who had addressed him. He did
not discover any person who appeared to be the owner of the voice, and was
leaving the position he had taken on the forward deck of the steamer, when
his name was repeated, in the same low and cautious tone.

"Who is it? Where are you?" said Tom, looking all about him, among the
groups of soldiers who were gathered on various parts of the deck,
discussing the present and the future.

"Here, Tom," replied the voice, which sounded more familiar every time he
heard it.

He turned his eye in the direction from which the sound proceeded, and
there, coiled up behind a heap of barrels and boxes, and concealed by a
sail-cloth which had been thrown over the goods to protect them from an
expected shower, he discovered Fred Pemberton.