Boys -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction
So they began to make the anchor, after the picture of one in the old
folio. They found a square piece of deal, it was six inches by four,
and sawed off about two feet. In the middle they cut a long hole right
through, and after much trouble found a flat stone to fit it. This was
wedged in tight, and further fastened with tar-cord. Near one end a
small square hole was cut, and through this they put a square rod of
iron, which the blacksmith sold them for a shilling--about three times
its value.
The rod was eighteen inches long, and when it was through it was bent
up, or curved, and the ends filed to a blunt point. It fitted tight,
but they wedged it still firmer with nails, and it was put the opposite
way to the stone, so that when the stone tried to sink flat on the
bottom, one or other of the points of the bar would stick in the ground.
Mark thought there ought to be a cross-piece of wood or iron as there
is in proper anchors, but so far as they could make out, this was not
attached to the ancient stone-weighted ones, and so they did not put it.
Lastly, a hole was bored at the other end of the shaft, and the rope or
cable (a stout cord) inserted and fastened. Looking eagerly out of
window in the morning to see if there was a wind they were delighted to
see the clouds drifting from the north-north-west. This was a capital
wind for them as they could not tack. It was about the same that had
been blowing the first day when they sailed into Fir-Tree Gulf and could
not get out, but it would have taken them to the very end of the New Sea
had they not considered it proper to coast round. This time they meant
to sail straight up the centre and straight back.
Volume Two, Chapter VIII.
SAILING CONTINUED--VOYAGE TO THE UNKNOWN ISLAND.
After breakfast they got afloat, and when away from the trees the boat
began to sail fast, and every now and then the bubbles rushed from under
the bow. Mark sat on the ballast, or rather reclined, and Bevis
steered. The anchor was upon the forecastle, as they called it, with
twenty-five feet of cable. Sailing by the bluff covered with furze, by
the oak where the council was held, past the muddy shore lined with
weeds where the cattle came down to drink, past the hollow oak and the
battlefield, they saw the quarry and Fir-Tree Gulf, but did not enter
it. As they reached the broader water the wind came fresher over the
wide surface, and the boat careening a little hastened on. They were
now a long way from either shore in the centre of the widest part.
“This is the best sail we’ve had,” said Mark, putting his legs out as
far as he could, leaning his back against the seat and his head against
the mast. “It’s jolly.”
Bevis got off the stern-sheets and sat down on the bottom so that he too
could recline, he had nothing to do but just keep the tiller steady and
watch the mainsail, the wind set the course for them. They could feel
the breeze pulling at the sails, and the boat drawn along.
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