All day the Nancy Bell was towed down the broad river, the
glorious scenery along its banks arousing the constant enthusiasm
of our travellers. Late in the afternoon they passed the gray
walls of Fort Knox on the right, and the pretty little town of
Bucksport on the left. They could just see the great hotel at Fort
Point through the gathering dusk, and soon afterwards were tossing
on the wild, windswept waters of Penobscot Bay.

As they cleared the land, so as to sight Castine Light over the
port quarter, the tug cast loose from them and sail was made on
the schooner. The last thing Mark Elmer saw as he left the deck,
driven below by the bitter cold, was the gleam of the light on
Owl's Head, outside which Captain Drew said they should find the
sea pretty rough.

The rest of the family had gone below some time before, and Mark
found that his mother was already very sea-sick. He felt rather
uncomfortable himself, and did not care much for the supper, of
which his father and Ruth eat so heartily. He said he thought he
would go to bed, before supper was half over, and did so, although
it was only six o'clock. Poor Mark! it was a week before he again
sat at table or went on deck.

During this week the Nancy Bell sailed along the coasts of Maine,
New Hampshire, Massachusetts, New York, New Jersey, Delaware,
Maryland, Virginia, and North Carolina. She went inside of
Martha's Vineyard, through Vineyard Sound, in company with a great
fleet of coasters; but when they passed Gay Head, and turned to
the westward into Long Island Sound, the Nancy was headed towards
the lonely light-house on Montauk Point, the extreme end of Long