she had been called. She was a comely, well-shaped young woman,
with a sweet countenance, rather large in size, and very quiet in
demeanour. In her earlier years, when young girls usually first bud
forth into womanly beauty, the neighbours had not thought much of
Anastasia Bergen, nor had the young men of St. George been wont to
stay their boats under the window of Crump Cottage in order that
they might listen to her voice or feel the light of her eye; but
slowly, as years went by, Anastasia Bergen became a woman that a man
might well love; and a man learned to love her who was well worthy
of a woman's heart. This was Caleb Morton, the Presbyterian
minister of St. George; and Caleb Morton had been engaged to marry
Miss Bergen for the last two years past, at the period of Aaron
Trow's escape from prison.

Caleb Morton was not a native of Bermuda, but had been sent thither
by the synod of his church from Nova Scotia. He was a tall,
handsome man, at this time of some thirty years of age, of a
presence which might almost have been called commanding. He was
very strong, but of a temperament which did not often give him
opportunity to put forth his strength; and his life had been such
that neither he nor others knew of what nature might be his courage.
The greater part of his life was spent in preaching to some few of
the white people around him, and in teaching as many of the blacks
as he could get to hear him. His days were very quiet, and had been
altogether without excitement until he had met with Anastasia
Bergen. It will suffice for us to say that he did meet her, and
that now, for two years past, they had been engaged as man and wife.

Old Mr. Bergen, when he heard of the engagement, was not well
pleased at the information. In the first place, his daughter was