The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1910-03-24
r. II. MOODY, DRUGGIST

again meet their loved ones on this beau
tiful island"
Phillip, like his father and the great
men of his race, was gifted in speech,
and John Whitaker often said that
his testimonies in religious meetings
were often sublime and eloquent. King
Phillips addresses to his warriors
were said to have been eloquent in
an extraordinary degree, as were those
of his father, who was the brave and
noble Massasoit; while the speeches
of other great Indians like Tecumseh,
Pushma taha Brant and Red Jacket have
probably not been surpassed in eloquence
by any of the worlds greatest orators.
At last the day arrived when the YES
sci on which John Whitaker and party
were to sail was ready for sea. The sun
never rose on more perfect morning
than on the LIST of May. Hardly cloud
was to be seen in the sky, and the breeze
was just sufficient to cause slight rip
pie on the waters of the bay. Phillip and
his wife were astir long before the
break of day, getting everything in
readiness for their sons departure, and
later both went to the mansion to assist
John Whitaker and family in their final
preparations for the voyage. In fact,
everybody on the plantation was astir
early and an hour before the great vessel
was to sail, men, women and children left
their cabins and crowded to the wharf,
all eager to say goodby to Massa Whitta-
ker and family and the others who were
to sail with them. Aunt Rody, who was
getting old and feeble, had fearful
parting with the family at the mansion.
The last farewells had been said and the
vessel was now ploughing proudly
through the blue waters and was soon
lost to sight. AS soon as Phillip and his
wife returned to their cabin she fell
weeping into his arms, but he soon
soothed her and was glad to see her take
up her daily household duties as usual.
Phillip kissed his wife good morning and
leaving the cabin walked slowly towards
the mansion to confer with John Whitta-
ker's son-in-law about the business of
the day AS he walked along his wife
stood watching him from the WINDOW.
He had seemed of late to be growing old
fast. His once black hair was tinged
with gray, while there were deep fur
!,
rightly when she thought that their only
child's departure on a long voyage far
Ger the sea had affected him more
than his son or she were aware.
The wind was fair, and the vessel on
which John Whitaker and his party
were sailing was making good speed,
the sailors were singing while working
in the rigging, and John Whitaker was
chatting pleasantly with the captain,
who had sailed around the world, and had
been shipwrecked once in the stormy
North sea, the vessel in which he sailed,
having been driven upon the black, bar
rem rocks of the Orkney Islands. "There
was never anything more beautiful, "
said the captain, as he took his pipe out
of his mouth and knocked the ashes out
Of the bowl with his jacknife," than
full rugged ship on the high sea. eyes"
replied John Whitaker, there is some
thing grand about the ocean and l never
tire looking at it. In a sea voyage
like this l am impressed with the po-
tency of God and the impotence of
man, as day by day l see the sun rise
and set in the midst of water, the waves
obeying a hidden law, the stars set in a
armament which appears to meet the
waters on the far horizon. All this is
sublime, the contemplation of which
leads ones thoughts to that great being
who also made man and gave him the
ability to navigate the waters and to
certain extent to control them. Man is
made in the image of God, and is most
Godlike when he seeks to know his laws
and use them for the benefit of man.
kind
Just then his daughter Maud with her
children and servant came along the
deck, and after bowling to the captain
she said: "Oh, Daddy, isn't this beauti-
full sea VOYAGE eyes indeed it is"
replied John Whitaker, swapping his
finger playfully towards the children, who
were soon having frolic with him and
Alexander. These children were beauti-
full to look upon, with their long curls and
bright, innocent faces. Alexander toss
ed the oldest boy on his shoulder and
scampered about the deck with him.
Presently the little fellow shouted as he
waved his hand out to sea, ooh grand
papa see that big bird on the water"
''Well, declare" replied John Whitta-
ker shading his eyes with his hand as he
looked at large, gray bird which seemed
to be walking on the sea not far from the
vessel, ''that can't be a sea gull, for they
have left us. What kind Of bird is
that, captain?'' "Why sir" replied the
captain fixing his eye for minute on
the bird riding SO peacefully on the
waves; ''that is the stormy petrol, which
only frequents the high seas"