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
view; so that he expects to visit a number of interesting places during
the voyage, which is, in fact, to be completely round the world."
"Round the World!" I exclaimed. "How delightful! And am I actually
going to sail all round the world in my first voyage? Well, I did not
expect anything so good as that. Isn't it a first-rate chance, papa?"
"It may be very long before you return, my boy," replied my father. "I
trust, however, that you will proportionately profit by the voyage.
Captain Frankland says, that he hopes to make you something of a seaman
before you return. You will, I trust, make the best use of his
instructions."
I promised that I would, and sincerely intended to keep my promise. So
it was finally settled that I was to go to sea, and few lads were ever
sent afloat under better auspices than I enjoyed. I cannot fully
describe the agitating sensations which passed through my bosom when I
began to reflect on the approaching consummation of my wishes. While my
heart beat with anticipated pleasure at the strange sights I was to
behold, I could not but contemplate with sorrow the thoughts of leaving
so many dear ones behind. Not that I for a moment hesitated what I
would do, but the sharp edge of the enjoyment I might have felt was
entirely blunted. Still, I went about talking with a keen relish of all
I was to see, and what I was to do, while the preparations for my outfit
were in progress; and I not a little excited the envy of my younger
brothers, and of some of the boys near us, when they heard that I was
starting on a voyage round the world.
At last the chest was packed, and lashed on behind the post-chaise. A
few minutes more, and the old home which knew me would know me no more
for many a long day. Can I describe that parting? Still, all bore up
heroically. I did my best not to give way, but there was a hot, choking
sensation in my throat, as if a Thug from India had got his fatal noose
tight round my jugular vein; and a pulling away at the heart, as if the
fangs of a stout double tooth were firmly clenched in it, and a
strong-fisted dentist was hauling it out. My father and Jack were going
with me to see me on board. I believe Jack envied me, and wished that
he was going too, instead of having to pore over dusty parchments. My
mother folded me in her arms, and kept me there. That was the worst.
Still, I could not bear to break away.
"Come, Harry," said my father, "we shall miss the train." He took me
gently by the shoulder, and guided me into the carriage. I took a last
kiss from Mary's dear lips as I passed her. "I shall be back to-morrow
evening, I hope," said he, following me.
"I say, Harry, don't forget the bows and arrows you are to bring me from
the Tonga Islands!" sung out Willie.
"Or the hunting-panther from South America!" cried Georgie.
"Or the parrots from Africa!" exclaimed Mary through her tears.
"Or the love-birds from India!" said Julia.
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