A RELIC FROM AFRICA
The Maid of the North was ready for sea.
Only the touch of the engineer was wanting to send her, once again, on a homeward voyage to the St. Lawrence. Meanwhile, in solemn undertones, she was breathing forth her superabundant steam.
Behind the wharf lay the city of Boston.
A score of passengers, together with friends who had come aboard to see them off, were scattered about the little steamer. Among them, on the after...
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