Hawk's Nest; or, The Last of the Cahoonshees.: A Tale of the Delaware Valley and Historical Romance of 1690.Allerton, James M. (James Martin)
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Hawk's Nest; or, The Last of the Cahoonshees.: A Tale of the Delaware Valley and Historical Romance of 1690.
Allerton, James M. (James Martin)
Delaware River Valley (N.Y.-Del. and N.J.) -- Fiction; Historical fiction
Oh, Massa, promises like pie crust—“made to be broken.” What Massa
do when three hundred miles to sea, two or three hundred to do what
de Captain says—Walt overboard—one man less, dat is all. Walt not
missed—ship sail on. Captain don’t like you now—say you come out of de
woods—don’t know anything. Stay on shore, Massa—stay wid Sambo an’ de
cat. Captain tink you big baby—he say you kill panther and love cat.
Walter started for the parlor in an uneasy state of mind. As simple as
Sambo was, he had succeeded in raising doubts in his mind, as to the
propriety of his going to sea.
Captain Davis, I have the pleasure of introducing to you Walter Wallace,
the boy I have told you so much about.
I am happy to meet and form your acquaintance, young man, and it will not
be my fault if we do not become fast friends.
Walter took his hand timidly and said:
I trust such may be the case.
I learn from Mr. Webb that you would like to ship on board the Reindeer.
Mr. Webb has so advised me.
What position would you prefer?
Any that I am capable of filling, was his prompt reply.
Have you any knowledge of vessels?
None, except what I have learned from the books.
Put the questions to the boy directly, suggested Webb.
That would do if I was examining him for Sailing Master, replied the
Captain, but it is not expected that the young man has studied or knows
anything about navigation.
I am willing to be examined on that point, rejoined Walter.
The Captain was surprised at the cool confidence of the boy, but
proceeded with his examination. He soon found that theoretically, the
young man was perfect. He also learned that book learning was not to be
despised, for Walter was not only master of the principles of navigation,
but could locate almost all the continents, seas and shoals of the world.
He could name the different parts of a ship, and the rigging employed in
sailing it.
That will do for the present, young man. You can retire, and I will talk
over the matter with Mr. Webb.
Walter left the room.
Mr. Webb, this young man is a prodigy. When, how and where did he acquire
this knowledge? I never understood that you were a navigator.
But you forget, Captain, that I am a surveyor and civil engineer, and
that before I could trust him to do my work, I had to know that he
understood the principles, and from surveying to navigation, there is but
one step, and that step he has taken.
But, rejoined Captain Davis, in surveying through the woods, no great
accuracy is required, but at sea, accuracy is required. It is essential
to the safety of the ship. And in case we are driven from our course by
the wind or currents, we must determine our exact latitude and longitude,
otherwise we are lost. And this youngster makes this calculation to a
fraction.
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