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
Peter hobbled towards the landing-place, to which Sam urged his boat.
Just as she struck the stairs, a loud scream was heard. Sam sprang from
the boat, and ran with lightning speed across the ledge of broken rocks.
He had seen what those on the dock could not see. The little girl had
caught a view of the boat, and rising to return, had ventured to tread
upon a part of the rock which was covered with sea-weed; her foot had
slipped, and when Sam beheld her, she was hanging just above the water,
clinging to the rock, and screaming in her agony. Almost distracted,
Peter called aloud for help; although he could see nothing, as yet, of
the child. Sam felt that life or death depended upon his exertions; and
none but one accustomed, as he had been, from infancy, to tread with
bare feet the flinty shore, could have made such fearful haste over that
rough pavement. One false step would, in all probability, have cost his
life. He reached the rock--she was still clinging; he grasped at her--it
was too late--and down she plunged into the deep water, and was borne
swiftly along by the current. But Sam was with her; he waited not to
calculate the chances against his own life--in an instant he plunged,
and then arose a cry from the fort, that brought help and dear friends
to witness the heart-rending spectacle; for there could be little doubt
in the minds of all that both must perish. Major Morris, at the first
alarm, rushed to the spot. His distress at seeing the idol of his heart
sinking in the deep water, cannot be described. He flew with one or two
attendants to his own boat, which lay near at hand; and made all the
haste the most intense anxiety could urge, to reach the struggling
children. But Peter was before him, in the little skiff with Jim; the
moment he understood the case, he threw down his crutches, sprang into
the boat, and like a master workman, made her fly through the water.
'Hold on, my darlings, don't be frightened; I'll soon be with you.'
But no answer was returned; Sam had not calculated his own strength, and
had no idea of the desperate energy it would require to sustain himself
with another clinging to him. His arms could afford him no assistance;
the little girl had grasped them with such energy, that the most he
could do, was just to keep her head from beneath the water. Every thing
was done with the greatest speed from the moment their situation was
observed; but it took some little time to reach them. Sam felt his
strength failing, he could not even call for help--intent upon one only
object, he struggled on; and when he could raise his head above water to
speak, he tried to encourage her. But the powers of nature could do no
more, and he felt the water rushing above his head, and was conscious
that all was over with him; when a hand, strong and steady, grasped his
arms, still extended, and bearing up their precious burden.
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