Fergus and Jean were very tired of the long voyage. They stood at the taffrail looking over the dancing waves, longing for the sight of land. "It seems as if we would never get there, Father," said Fergus. "How long it is since we left home!" "And how far away Scotland seems," sighed his mother, as she took little Jean on her lap and stroked her fair hair. "But Australia is to be our home now," said Mr. Hume cheerfully. "See, there is the very first glimpse of it," and he pointed across the water to a dim line, as the look-out called "Land!"