United States -- History -- War of 1812 -- Fiction
He gave me an address in England where he could always be reached, and
in closing his letter he added, "If you should ever be in England,
either in peace or war, don't fail to find us or send to us. It may be
in my power to serve you some day, and you may hold to the assurance
that I shall do so whenever possible." I carefully noted his address,
and not only wrote it down, but committed it to memory. "Who knows,"
I said to myself, "but that the fortune of war may find me in England,
a prisoner; and should this ever happen, the friendship of the Grahams
will be very greatly to my advantage."
Each time that I came into port I wrote to my parents and friends at
home, told how I was prospering, and gave them practical evidence of
my success in life by sending money sufficient to care for the entire
family and place them above want, but not enough to induce the younger
members of it to lead lives of idleness. What I was I had become
through industry, and I had no notion of encouraging indolence in any
of my brothers and sisters. There is an old saying among New England
farmers that "Everybody must hoe his own row;" and out of it has grown
an injunction to each one of us in the emphatic though homely phrase,
"Paddle your own canoe." Perhaps none of the members of my family were
inclined to live at the expense of others, but I took the precaution to
keep them out of temptation to do so.
Cruise after cruise went the Marguerite from New York, and each voyage
she was successful, though less so as time went on than during the
first few months of the war. Altogether, I took twenty-two prizes with
the schooner; three of them were re-captured by British war-ships, and
one was lost in a storm on the coast of Long Island. The rest got in
safely, and were sold with their cargoes. My share of the prize-money
did not make me rich beyond the dreams of avarice, as Dr. Johnson says;
but it was enough to make me comfortable for the rest of my life, and
to share my comfort with a wife and children.
As the year 1814 opened, I began to think it was time for me to retire
from the sea, and tempt Fortune no longer. She is said to be a fickle
jade, and perhaps would turn from me when I least expected it.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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