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On her the captain spent considerably more than half his time, and now the little craft was provisioned for a long southern cruise, much to the delight of the owner’s son Gilbert, and his nephew, Nelson Duncan, who had, after no slight difficulty, succeeded in gaining permission to make the voyage.

The boys were on shore overhauling their traps, preparatory to leaving early next morning, and having considerable trouble in deciding just what should be left behind.

“We’ve laid out a big pile of stuff,” Gilbert said, as he surveyed the guns, fishing tackle, clothes, and a general assortment of odds and ends, which both he and his cousin had thought would be necessary to their comfort and pleasure during the voyage; “but if we throw anything out, it will be just what we may want most when the yacht is at sea.”

“But how are we to get so much aboard?”

“In case your trunk and mine won’t hold it all, there’s an old chest in the attic, which will be the very ticket. If it doesn’t stop raining pretty soon, we’ll have to get a piece of tarpaulin to cover them while going out to the schooner.”