Fair play : $b a novelSouthworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
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Fair play : $b a novel
Southworth, Emma Dorothy Eliza Nevitte
American fiction -- 19th century
Then he set a pan of milk in the cabin for the cat. After which he
filled a little basket with a day’s provisions for himself, and put a
pair of revolvers in one pocket and a small telescope and a pocket
compass in the other. Then he put on a broad-brimmed hat, and took in
his hand a stout walking-stick, called the dog to follow him, and went
carefully down the leaning deck to the bows of the ship, that were
nearly on a level with the rocks. With one bound he sprang from the ship
to the causeway. The little dog jumped after him.
The causeway was high and dry above the sea, and long and narrow in its
course, and irregular and rugged in its aspect.
Walking on it would have been very dangerous, either to a reckless or a
timid pedestrian.
But Justin was at the same time careful and fearless, and he and his
little companion went on safely enough, though often slowly and with
difficulty; for often a deep chasm cut the causeway across, and then
Justin would be obliged to stop and consider the best way of getting
over it, and then, with the aid of his walking-stick, he would have to
descend very carefully down one side, and using his stick for a leaping
pole, throw himself across the isthmus at the bottom, and then as
carefully ascend the other side.
Sometimes the little dog would follow him well enough, tripping down the
first side, swimming the isthmus at the bottom, and climbing up the
other side; but at other times when the sides were very steep or the
stream at the bottom very rapid, the little dog would come to a dead
halt, and stand whining miserably, and Justin would have to turn back,
and take him up in his arms, and carry him over.
Thus Justin was two hours in going the distance between the ship and the
shore.
As he neared the shore, the causeway became wider and higher, until it
began to assume the aspect of a cape or promontory, and so it continued
to rise and widen until, almost unawares, Justin, with his dog, found
himself ascending a rocky hill, in character almost a barren mountain.
In this ascent he found his walking-stick of great service in getting a
purchase upon the difficult ground; but he found his little dog a great
trouble to him; for he—the dog—was tired, and would often stop and whine
as persistently to be taken up and carried as any spoiled child.
And Justin always indulged him, for he was much too kind-hearted to
leave his little four-footed companion behind. Another hour’s painful
toil brought Justin to the top of the mountain, which he judged to be
about a thousand feet above the level of the sea. The summit was as bare
of vegetation as the ascent from the causeway had been; so that Justin,
from his point of observation, had a very extended view of the
landscape. He took out his telescope, adjusted it, and took a sweeping
view around the horizon.
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