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
"There is enough here to file through an iron bar, if properly used,"
said Silva, examining it. "Hand me the nails; I will see what I can
do." Seating himself under the shade of a cocoa-nut tree near the hut,
he began working away most assiduously. With a pair of pincers he
twisted the nail into the shape of a hook, and very soon filed, out a
barb, and some notches in the shank with which to secure the line. In
the course of two or three hours he had produced a dozen capital hooks.
"Now we may go fishing," said he. "We may catch as many fish as we can
want, but we should be the better of a canoe."
"Or a raft, eh, Harry? Should you like to try another cruise on one?"
asked Jerry.
I shuddered at the thought of the danger from which I had been
preserved. However, as we all felt that our health would benefit by
some fish diet, we soon had our gear fitted, and all hands, including
the doctor, might be seen perched, like so many cormorants, at the end
of all the projecting points in the neighbourhood. Jerry and I were
near each other; the rest of the party were pulling in fish pretty
quickly; and we had caught several very beautiful-looking fellows--a
species of rock-fish--when Jerry sang out that he had got a bite of some
big fish, and called to me to help him. Leaving my own rod, I ran round
towards him.
"Quick, quick, Harry!" he sung out, holding on by his rod with all his
might. "I shall be in! I shall be in!"
Still he would not let go his stick. I sprang forward, and was just in
time to seize him by the leg, when over he went splash into the sea. At
the same instant I caught sight of the malign countenance of a huge
shark, which had undoubtedly caught the fish he had at first hooked. I
exerted all my strength to haul him in; for the monster, instead of
being intimidated by the splash, made a dash forward for the purpose of
grabbing him. I almost shrieked with horror as I beheld the savage
fish; but Jerry had just time, as I drew him up by the legs, to put his
hand on a point of coral, and to throw back his head, though the shark's
snout almost touched his nose as he did so.
"Not a pleasant fellow to get a kiss from," exclaimed Jerry, as he
scrambled up the rock and shook off the water from his clothes. Then he
added, in a more serious tone, "Oh, Harry, what an ungrateful wretch I
am to be joking at such a moment, before I have expressed my gratitude
to God who has preserved me, or thanked you for coming to my
assistance."
While on the island we had had more time than usual for reflection, and
had profited also by the example and exhortations of Cousin Silas, so
that we were both happily becoming much more serious and thoughtful than
heretofore. Indeed, I have learned that what we consider misfortunes,
if seen in their proper light, may become the cause of the greatest
blessings.
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