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
We watched eagerly. A light was observed dancing over the seas. Again
we cried out. How cheery struck those sounds on our ears, which we had
thought would never hear the human voice again. In less than five
minutes a whale-boat dashed up to us, with old Surley in her bow, and at
her stern sat Cousin Silas. We were saved! and before we could speak,
we sank down on our knees, to return thanks to Him whose right arm had
preserved us. A few words served to tell us how Cousin Silas had
reached the shore a little way above the station, with old Surley as his
companion; how kindly he had been received, and how promptly every one
rushed to man the boats to hasten to our rescue.
In less than an hour we were at the station, when the schooner and the
other boats soon returned. We were put to bed and rubbed with blankets,
and had hot rum and water poured down our throats, so that very soon we
recovered; nor did we suffer any material injury from the cold and wet
to which we had been so long exposed. The schooner had been delayed,
being unable to complete her cargo of seal-skins by the time expected.
The next day we sailed, and in three days arrived safely in Stanley. We
found the _Triton_ ready for sea, and only waiting our return to sail.
I was in the cabin when Captain Frankland first saw Gerard after hearing
of our escape. Tears stood in the old man's eyes as he took his son in
his arms; and I saw by the expression of his countenance how he loved
him. Mr Brand always stood high in his estimation; when he heard of
what Silas had done, he stood higher still. I must own it, Jerry and I
very soon forgot the awe-inspiring thoughts which had passed through our
minds while we expected so soon to be called into eternity. Our chief
concern was, having lost our guns and gamebags. We were, therefore,
highly delighted when Burkett and Kilby made their appearance on board,
each with a very good fowling-piece in his hand, with powder-flasks and
shot-belts, and all other requisites, and begged our acceptance of them,
in remembrance, as they said, of the adventures we had gone through
together.
"Thank you, thank you," we exclaimed; "we'll not forget you, at all
events, wherever we go."
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