I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of SuccessRoe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
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I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success
Roe, A. S. (Azel Stevens)
Conduct of life -- Fiction; Diligence -- Fiction; Success -- Fiction
Although prepared for the worst, he had not heard of hostilities having
been begun until nearing home. A French brig gave him the intelligence,
and also that a blockading squadron was strictly guarding the port for
which he was bound, part of which he had thus unexpectedly encountered;
and now the ability of his ship, and the skill of her commander, were to
be put to the test.
Scarcely had the order been executed for unlashing the boats, when the
sails flapped heavily against the masts.
'It has gone sooner than I expected. Launch the boats, Mr. Barnum, and
let them be manned to their full capacity; if we can move the ship but a
few lengths, it may serve to take us out of the reach of their guns.'
With incredible celerity a row of boats was strung ahead of the ship,
and every man pulling with determined energy.
'This calm ain't for nothing; I'm of opinion, sir; there's foul weather
brewing, depend on it'--and the mate directed the Captain's attention to
the threatening aspect of the clouds in the eastern sky. 'We shall have
something to contend with soon, besides the enemy's guns, Captain Oakum;
that long streak of light under them black clouds, and those scuds
flying off and streaking up so fast, and spreading themselves out so, is
no good sign; there'll be a north-easter, and a smasher when it comes.'
'Let it come, Mr. Barnum; any thing but lying here and not able to stir,
and that frigate almost ready to fire into us.'
The only hope, indeed, which our Captain could indulge, was that the
wind might die away as suddenly with their pursuer as it had with them;
but her sails were yet well filled, and, of course, she was gaining upon
them every moment; the slow and almost imperceptible motion which his
own ship made by the power of oars, would have been discouraging to one
who was not buoyed up with the consciousness of doing all that was then
in his power to do to escape the trouble which had come upon them. He
could not control the winds; he therefore neither cursed them, nor
himself, nor the noble ship that was bearing down upon them; but he
watched her advance with great anxiety, and would turn his gaze
occasionally from this object of interest to the ominous-looking clouds
that were gathering in heavier masses every moment--a hurricane, or
something very near it, would be a great relief; any thing that would
give him a chance to bear his much-loved ship out of the immediate reach
of her powerful adversary.
'It's a gone case with us, Captain Oakum; her guns will soon be able to
reach us.'
'If she keeps the breeze much longer. Call Derrick, will you, Mr.
Barnum.'
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