"Now den, massa, you sees her--an' ha! ha! dar's Betsy. I'd know her
'mong a t'ousind. You sees de bonnit--tumblin' about like a jollyboat
in a high sea; an' Ziffa too wid de leetil bonnit, all de same shape,
kin you no' see her?"
Zeppa protested, rather anxiously, that he could _not_ see them, and no
wonder, for just then his eyes were blinded by tears which no amount of
wiping sufficed to clear away.
At that moment a shriek was heard on shore, and Betsy was seen to
spring, we are afraid to say how many feet, into the air.
"Dar', she's reco'nised us now!" exclaimed Ebony with delight; and it
was evident that he was right for Betsy continued to caper upon the
sands in a manner that could only be the result of joy or insanity,
while the coal-scuttle beat tempestuously about her head like an enraged
balloon.
Another moment and a signal from the chief brought the ambushed
Christian warriors pouring down to the shore to see the long-lost and
loved ones reunited, while Ebony ran about in a state of frantic
excitement, weeping copiously, and embracing every one who came in his
way.
But who shall describe the agony of disappointment endured by poor Betsy
when she found that Waroonga was _not_ among them? the droop of the
spirits, the collapse of the coal-scuttle! Language is impotent. We
leave it to imagination, merely remarking that she soon recovered on the
faith of the happiness which was yet in store for her.