"But we did not receive this letter till long, long after we heard of the mutiny. Poor Fred! I dare say it was a comfort to him to write it, even though he could not have known how to send it, poor fellow! And then we saw a report in the papers--that's to say, long before Fred's letter reached us--of an atrocious mutiny having broken out on board the Russell, and that the mutineers had remained in possession of the ship, which had gone off, it was supposed, to be a pirate; and that Captain Reid was sent adrift in a boat with some men--officers or something--whose names were all given, for they were picked up by a West Indian steamer. Oh, Margaret! how your father and I turned sick over that list, when there was no name of Frederick Hale. We thought it must be some mistake; for poor Fred was such a fine fellow, only perhaps rather too passionate; and we hoped that the name of Carr, which was in the list, was a misprint for that of Hale--newspapers are so careless. And towards post-time the next day, papa set off to walk to Southampton to get the papers; and I could not stop at home, so I went to meet him. He was very late--much later than I thought he would have been; and I sat down under the hedge to wait for him. He came at last, his arms hanging loose down, his head sunk, and walking heavily along, as if every step was a labour and a trouble. 
'But we did not receive this letter till long, long after we heard of the mutiny. Poor Fred! And then we saw a report in the papers - long before Fred's letter reached us - that an atrocious mutiny had broken out on board the Russell, and that the mutineers had taken over the ship, which had gone off to be a pirate; and that Captain Reid was sent adrift in a boat with some officers whose names were given, for they were picked up by a West-Indian steamer.
'Oh, Margaret! how your father and I turned sick over that list, when there was no name of Frederick Hale. We thought it must be some mistake; for poor Fred was such a fine fellow, only perhaps rather too passionate. The next day, papa set off to walk to Southampton to get the papers; and I went to meet him. He was very late, but he came at last, his arms hanging down, his head sunk, and walking heavily, as if every step was a labour. 