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
'Not yet, John; we must save our fire until we shall be more sure of our
mark. You shall have a chance soon, my good fellow, for I see that they
are manning their boats for a visit to us; we must give them the best
welcome in our power.'
It was evident now that the time of trial was at hand; for two boats,
well manned, were seen pulling towards them; the sea was unruffled as a
lake, and nothing to prevent their rapid progress.
As Sam did not intend, under such circumstances, to give up his noble
vessel and her valuable cargo without a struggle, each gun was loaded,
the men were called in from the boats, pikes were brought out and laid
in readiness, and each sailor who was not aloft buckled on his cutlass.
The faces of the young men assumed a determined yet cheerful expression,
and not one on board but felt that the stripes should fly as long as his
arm could wield a weapon.
The sky, also, was becoming black with clouds, and spreading the gloom
of night around them; and the long swell that occasionally lifted their
vessel, told that already the tempest was doing its work in the
distance; every sail aloft was taken in and well secured, and suitable
preparation made for the emergency.
'They are calculating, I guess, sir, to finish the job, and make a
harbor on board the Lady Washington, afore the squall comes on, or
surely no commander in his senses would send boats off with such a mess
as any one can see is brewing yonder.
'Now John, is your time: take your hands and get all ready. Don't open
your port until I pass you the word, and then make sure work with them.'
'Ay, ay, sir.'
And down he tumbled, and the men allotted to him, with as good will as
though piped to dinner. As the boats neared the ship, it could be seen
that the officers were urging on to greater speed: and good cause had
they, for the roar of the coming tempest had reached them, and but an
alternative was now left; they must either secure their prize quickly,
or perish amid the wild waves: a return in their open boats to their own
ship was impossible.
Captain Oakum saw that the time for an effort had arrived.
'All ready below, John?'
'All ready, sir.'
'Now is your time; let them have it.'
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