Boys -- Juvenile fiction; England -- Juvenile fiction
“Draw your knees up close together and kick, and send your feet wide
apart,” said the governor. Bevis did so, and the thrust of his legs
sent him right up against the rail. He did this several times, and was
then ordered to go on hands and knees in the shallow water, just as he
had done before, and let his legs float up. When they floated he had to
kick, to draw his knees up close together, and then strike his feet back
wide apart. The thrust this time lifted his hands off the bottom on
which they had been resting, lifted them right up, and sent him quite a
foot nearer the shore. His chest was forced against the water like an
inclined plane, and he was thus raised an inch or so. When the impulse
ceased he sank as much, and his hands touched the bottom once more.
This pleased him greatly--it was quite half-swimming; but he found it
necessary to be careful while practising it that there were no large
stones on the bottom, and that he did not get in too shallow water, else
he grazed his knees. In the water you scarcely feel these kind of
hurts, and many a bather has been surprised upon getting out to find his
knees or legs bruised, or even the skin off, from contact with stones or
gravel, of which he was unaware at the time.
Mark had no difficulty in doing the same, it was even easier for him, as
he had only to imitate, which is not so hard as following instructions.
The second, indeed, often learns quicker than the first. They kicked
themselves along in fine style.
“Keep your feet down,” said the governor; “don’t let them come above the
surface, and don’t splash. Mark, you are not drawing your knees up, you
are only lifting your heels; it makes all the difference.”
He then made them hold on to the rail in the deepest water they could
fathom--standing himself between them and the deeper water--and after
letting their legs float, ordered them to kick there, but to keep their
arms straight and stiff, not to attempt to progress, only to practise
the kick. The object was that they might kick deep and strong, and not
get into a habit of shallow kicking, as they might while walking on
their hands on the sand. All that lesson they had to do nothing but
kick.
In a day or two they were all in the water again, and after a
preliminary splashing, just to lot off their high spirits--otherwise
they would not pay attention--serious business began.
“Now,” said the governor, “you must begin to use your arms. You are
half-independent of touching the bottom already--you can feel that you
can float without your feet touching anything; now you must try to float
altogether. You know the way I use mine.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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