A Voyage round the World: A book for boysKingston, William Henry Giles
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A Voyage round the World: A book for boys
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Voyages around the world -- Juvenile fiction
I thought that I had gone far enough, and was in a hurry to get across,
so I began to direct my course athwart the current. At first I made
great progress, and laughed and shouted at the idea of thus easily
accomplishing my undertaking. When, however, I turned my head over my
shoulder, I found to my dismay that I had not got so far from the shore
whence I started as I had fancied, while I was still a long way from
that on which Jerry stood, eager to welcome me. I plied my paddle with
all my might; but I appeared to make very little progress, and the
current was evidently carrying me rapidly down the passage. I looked
seaward: I had ample cause for anxiety, if not for dismay. A long line
of huge breakers was rolling in on an outer reef, while the passage
between them was so narrow that I scarcely hoped that the raft could be
carried through it; and if it was, where was I to go? Out to sea, to be
starved to death! If, on the other hand, I was thrown among the
breakers, I felt certain that I should soon become the prey of the
hungry shark I had just seen swimming after the shoal of fish. These
reflections gave strength to my arm, and made me paddle away even faster
than before.
Jerry full well understood my clanger, and I saw him wringing his hands
in his anxiety; yet he saw that he could do nothing to help me. I felt
that I had been very foolish; and the poignancy of my regret was
heightened when I remembered that I had placed myself in my present
predicament without any necessity or an adequate object. I had little
time, I own, to indulge in such reflections, for all my thoughts and
feelings were soon engrossed with the danger which immediately
threatened me. Jerry ran along the shore as I was carried by, in vain
stretching out his arms as if he would help me. Old Surley sat still,
only now and then uttering a low whine, as if well aware of our peril,
but feeling that he was unable to render me aid. Now and then he looked
into the water, as if he would like to swim ashore, which he might
possibly have done; but then, perhaps, he remembered the shark he had
seen, or he was unwilling to desert me. I truly believe that it was the
latter cause made him remain so quiet by my side. I am certain, from
the expression of his countenance and the turn of his head, that he was
fully aware of our danger.
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