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
'Yes, and I think I know where it comes from; you see the fog grows
thicker; it is driving in from the sea, and this wind must be from the
east. Father said this morning he thought we should have the wind from
that quarter--here it comes again, Jim.'
In a few moments a fresh and steady breeze came on; Sam, too, confident
in the direction from which it came, hastened to spread his sail, and
taking the helm into his own hands, put her head, as he supposed, in a
direction that would carry them towards the fort, and at the same time
bring them near the shore. For a while after the breeze sprung up, the
fog was by no means diminished; but at length it began to recede, and as
the circle of their horizon enlarged, anxiously they watched on the
quarter where they were confident the land lay.
'We must be wrong, Sam, or we certainly could see the land by this
time.'
Sam answered not, for other signs than the non-appearance of the land
convinced him that he had mistaken his bearings. The wind had not
increased much since it had at first sprung up, and, in fact, was giving
tokens of ceasing or changing, by its frequent lulls; yet the water was
becoming very rough; in fact, the waves were different from any they had
ever encountered yet, threatening at times to fill their boat;--he
began, indeed, to fear that he had been running out instead of nearing
shore. At length the covering which had so long enveloped them rolled
off, the distant points of land appeared, and their truly critical
position was clearly exposed. Far off, in nearly an opposite direction
to the one they were steering for, loomed up the fort; and the shore,
which they had trusted was near at hand, could just be seen through the
creeping vapors which yet clung to the land rising in patches slowly
into the atmosphere. Before them was the open ocean, and the
southeastern shores of the bay in a proximity to them, which in their
present circumstances was any thing but agreeable.
Sam's first impulse, of course, was to steer directly for the haven they
had started for; this, a moment's reflection upon the state of things
convinced him would be madness.
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