I've Been Thinking; or, the Secret of Success — John Shaqi
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
Sam's reasoning was well enough, but his father was not quite satisfied
that it was best for them to go; however, as he saw their minds were set
upon it, and all their things on board, he made no further objections.
As Sam had said, he was able to make the other shore without much
difficulty; and that once reached, by keeping close to it, the point
was also gained; but when about to turn into the open bay, Sam had some
misgivings as to what was best to be done. The fog still surrounded
them, as dense as ever, the shore could be seen only a few oars' length
from it; and if they could keep within sight, they might proceed with
their voyage, although by following the windings of the shore the
distance would be greatly increased. This, however, would not have
discouraged Sam, if he had not known that there were spots where close
hugging the shore was impossible, as ledges of rocks ran off from it,
which must be avoided. Thinking that he could keep the shore in sight
until these were reached, and then venture out a little to avoid them,
and not willing to turn back, he concluded to try the experiment. Jim
knew nothing of the dangers to which they were exposed in being once out
of sight of land, with no possible guide, in a small open boat, on the
bosom of a bay that opened fair to the ocean. He therefore made no
objections to any of Sam's movements. There was no wind, of course the
sail was not up, and Sam handled the oars. Jim had his usual place at
the helm, at which he had become quite expert.
'Keep her along shore, Jim, and don't lose sight of the land for any
thing. Tell me when you see the large white rock, or the big tree; but I
don't much think you will be able to see _that_ to-day, but keep a sharp
look-out for the rock.' The tree, as Sam expected, was not visible; but
after half an hour's rowing, Jim pointed out the rock to which Sam had
alluded.
'You remember, Jim, that near to this is the first ledge of rocks--turn
her off shore a little--there, that will do; look sharp for the rocks,
for if we lose sight of them and the shore too, we are gone.'
Jim did look sharp; for he perceived, from the anxious countenance of
his companion, that there was some peculiar difficulty to be
apprehended: in a few moments, however, they lost sight of the shore.
This Sam expected; but instead thereof, anticipated making use of the
large rocks, which usually protruded above the ledge or sunken reef, as
his beacon. He exerted his utmost strength in the direction, as he
supposed, they would be found, and the little boat skimmed rapidly
through the water. Not a sign, however, of rock or shore could they
discover; and, to add to their confusion, Sam, by accident, slipped an
oar. Jim sprang to assist him in securing it, his tiller shifted, and
the points of the compass were lost to them; the fog, too, evidently
thickened around them--
'Don't you feel a breeze, Sam? I did just then.'
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