portion of the form was invisible.

"Lord have mercy upon us!" exclaimed the boatswain, in
a voice that, now elevated to more than its natural tone,
sounded startlingly on the stillness of the scene; "sure
enough it is, indeed, a ghost!"

"Ha! do you believe me now?" returned Fuller, gaining
confidence from the admission of his companion, and in
the same elevated key. "It is, as I hope to be saved,
the ghost I see'd afore."

The commotion on deck was now every where universal. The
sailors started to their feet, and, with horror and alarm
visibly imprinted on their countenances, rushed tumultuously
towards the dreaded gangway.

"Make way--room, fellows!" exclaimed a hurried voice;
and presently Captain de Haldimar, who had bounded like
lightning from the deck, appeared with eager eye and
excited cheek among them. To leap into the bows of the
canoe, and disappear under the foliage, was the work of
a single instant. All listened breathlessly for the
slightest sound; and then every heart throbbed with the
most undefinable emotions, as his lips were heard giving
utterance to the deep emotion of his own spirit,--

"Madeline, oh, my own lost Madeline!" he exclaimed with
almost frantic energy of passion: "do I then press you
once more in madness to my doting heart? Speak, speak to