I suppose there are few boys who have not at some time fancied that they should like "a life on the ocean wave, and a home on the rolling deep." I have in mind a friend, now a physician, who at the age of fifteen left a luxurious home, with the reluctant permission of his parents, for a voyage before the mast to Liverpool, beguiled by one of the fascinating narratives of Herman Melville. But the romance very soon wore off, and by the time the boy reached Halifax, where the ship put in, he was so seasick, and so sick of the sea, that he begged to be left on shore to return home as he might. The captain had received secret instructions from the parents to accede to such a wish, and the boy was landed, and in due time returned home as a passenger. So it is said that George Washington had an early passion for the sea, and would have become a sailor but for the pain he knew it would give his mother. James kept his longings to himself for the present, and returned home with the seven dollars he had so hardly earned. There was more work for him to do. A Mr. Treat wanted help during the haying and harvesting season, and offered employment to the boy, who was already strong enough to do almost as much as a man; for James already had a good reputation as a faithful worker. "Whatever his hands found to do, he did it with his might," and he was by no means fastidious as to the kind of work, provided it was honest and honorable. When the harvest work was over James made known his passion for the sea. Going to his mother, he said: "Mother, I want above all things to go to sea." "Go to sea!" replied his mother in dismay. "What has put such an idea into your head?" "It has been in my head for a long time," answered the boy quietly. "I have thought of nothing else for the last year." CHAPTER III. IN QUEST OF FORTUNE. James had so persuaded himself that the sea was his vocation, and was so convinced of the pleasures and advantages it would bring, that it had not occurred to him that his mother would object. "What made you think of the sea, James?" his mother asked with a troubled face. "It was the books I read last year, at the black salter's. Oh, mother, did you ever read Marryatt's novels, and 'Sinbad the Sailor'?" "I have read 'Sinbad the Sailor,' but you know that is a fairy story, my son." "It may be, but Marryatt's stories are not. It must be splendid to travel across the mighty ocean, and see foreign countries." "A sailor doesn't have the chance to see much. You have no idea of the hardships of his life." "I am used to hardships, and I am not afraid of hard work. But you seem disappointed, mother. What have you thought of for me?" "I have hoped, James, that you might become a learned man, perhaps a college professor. Surely that would be better than to be a common sailor." "But I wouldn't stay a common sailor, mother. I would be a captain some time."