Jeff Benson, or the Young Coastguardsman — John Shaqi
Jeff Benson, or the Young CoastguardsmanBallantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
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Jeff Benson, or the Young Coastguardsman
Ballantyne, R. M. (Robert Michael)
Great Britain. Coastguard Service -- Juvenile fiction; Young men -- Juvenile fiction
The next visitor, who appeared half an hour later, was the terrier dog
of the station. Bounce belonged, of right, to David Bowers, but, being
amiable, it acknowledged the part-ownership of all the men. On suddenly
beholding Jeff, it rushed at him with a mingled bark and squeal of joy,
and thereafter, for full two minutes, danced round him, a mass of
wriggling hair from tip of tail to snout, in uncontrollable ecstasy.
Mingled misery and surprise at Jeff's sudden and unaccountable
disappearance, prolonged agonies of disappointed expectation, the
sickness of heart resulting from hope long deferred, all were forgotten
in that supreme moment of joy at reunion with his long-lost human
friend!
Jeff had to rise and sit down on a shelf of rock to escape some of
Bounce's overwhelming affection. Presently Bounce's owner appeared, and
went through something of a similar performance--humanised, however, and
with more of dignity.
"I can't tell 'ee how glad I am to see you again, Jeff," said Bowers,
sitting down beside him, and grasping his hand. "But oh, man, how
thin--"
The huge coastguardsman choked at this point, as Wilson had done before
him; but, being more ready of resource, he turned it into a cough, and
declared, sternly, that night-work must have given him a cold, or
"suthin' o' that sort." After which he made a great demonstration of
clearing his throat and blowing his nose.
"But you'll soon be yours--at least, somethin' like your old self,
before long, Jeff. The doctor told us that, the last time he was at the
station."
"If God wills," returned Jeff, softly; "I am in His hands, and willing
to be what He chooses. You remember, David, the talk we once had about
Miss Millet's argument, that God brings good out of evil. I didn't
believe it then; I believe it now. I've bin to school since I last saw
you, David, and I've learned a good lesson, for I can say from my heart
it has been good for me that I was afflicted."
Bowers did not reply, but looked at his friend with an expression of
puzzled surprise.
"Yes," continued Jeff, with rising enthusiasm; "I have lost my health--
the doctor thinks permanently. I've lost the strength that I used to be
so proud of, and with it the hope of being able to make a living in any
active line of life; and I've lost much more besides. But what I have
found in my Saviour far more than makes up for it all."
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