Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 6 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
Cooper had good reason for doubting his capability of teaching Nicholas
to weave, and for thinking such a task the worst consequence that could
result to him from the abolition or reduction of the Coast Guard. There
were, indeed, few things that Nicholas could learn to do, and it was
therefore a happy circumstance for himself and his mother that his
present appointment had been obtained for him. He had good eyes, and a
set of strong limbs, so that he stood as fair a chance as a brighter man
of seeing a boat on the waves, and of sustaining his six hours' watch to
the satisfaction of his officer, in ordinary times. How he might conduct
himself at any crisis,--whether he would do what he ought on seeing a
suspicious vessel near the coast, or whether any human power could
prevail with him to alter the periods or the mode of his watch without
deranging all his faculties,--was another question: but no emergency
having arrived since his appointment, Nicholas was, as yet, in very good
repute with everybody about him. Lieutenant Storey had never found fault
with him; and Mrs. Storey had more than once bestowed a word and a smile
on him, in answer to his reverential salutation, and the open-mouthed
admiration with which he was perceived to regard his officer's young
bride. His mates let him alone except at those lounging times when one
person did as well as another to make remarks to about the state of the
weather and the water, and the prospects of the fishing below. As for
the villagers, they were, from some cause or other, more civil to
Nicholas than they usually were to men of his calling; so that he
determined, at least once a day, that he was a favourite of fortune, and
had uncommon reason to be grateful to Providence. At least once a
day;--for so often did he usually rest his knee against a certain big
stone on the beach, and look seaward through his telescope: on the first
occasion of doing which, it had entered his mind that his mother admired
him very much, and that everybody was very kind to him. Each time
afterwards that he used the same action, he thought that everybody was
very kind to him, and that his mother admired him very much; and he grew
fond of this stone, and of using his telescope in that particular place.
By a sort of instinct, he rose from his knee, and shot his instrument
into its case, as soon as any annoyance was suspected to be approaching;
so that he was pretty sure of keeping his periodical mood in its
primitive state.
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