Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 3, September 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 3, September 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
“Why should they not, maty?” answered Jack, beginning to help himself to
soup. “Living on one of these islets is like living afloat. Every thing
is laid in, as for an outward bound craft; then the reef must always
furnish fish and turtle. I’ve overhauled the lockers pretty thoroughly,
and find a plenty of stores to last _us_ a month. Tea, sugar, coffee,
bread, pickles, potatoes, onions, and all other knick-knacks.”
“The poor people who own these stores will be heavy-hearted enough when
they come to learn the reason why we have been put in undisturbed
possession of their property,” said Rose. “We must contrive some means
of repaying them for such articles as we may use, Harry.”
“That’s easily enough done, Miss Rose. Drop one of the half eagles in a
tea-pot, or a mug, and they’ll be certain to fall in with it when they
come back. Nothin’ is easier than to pay a body’s debts, when a body has
the will and the means. Now, the worst enemy of Stephen Spike must own
that his brig never quits port with unsettled bills. Stephen has his
faults, like other mortals; but he has his good p’ints, too.”
“Still praising Spike, my good Jack?” cried the mate, a little provoked
at this pertinacity in the deputy-steward, in sticking to his ship and
his shipmate. “I should have thought that you had sailed with him long
enough to have found him out, and to wish never to put your foot in his
cabin again.”
“Why, no, mate, a craft is a craft, and a body gets to like even the
faults of one in which a body has gone through gales, and squalls, with
a whole skin. I like the Swash, and, for sartain things I like her
captain.”
“Meaning by that it is your intention to get on board of the one, and to
sail with the other, again, as soon as you can.”
“I do, Mr. Mulford, and make no bones in telling on’t. You know that I
came here without wishing it.”
“Well, Jack, no one will attempt to control your movements, but you
shall be left your own master. I feel it to be a duty, however, as one
who may I know more of the law than yourself, as well as more of Stephen
Spike, to tell you that he is engaged in a treasonable commerce with the
enemy, and that he, and all who voluntarily remain with him, knowing
this fact, may be made to swing for it.”
“Then I’ll swing for it,” returned Jack, sullenly.
“There is a little obstinacy in this, my good fellow, and you must be
reasoned out of it. I am under infinite obligations to you, Jack, and
shall ever be ready to own them. Without you to sail the boat, I might
have been left to perish on that rock, for God only knows whether any
vessel would have seen me in passing. Most of those who go through that
passage keep the western side of the reef aboard, they tell me, on
account of there being better water on that side of the channel, and the
chance of a man’s being seen on a rock, by ships a league or two off,
would be small indeed. Yes, Jack, I owe my life to you, and am proud to
own it.”
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