Lightning Express : $b or, The rival academiesOptic, Oliver
General
Lightning Express : $b or, The rival academies
Optic, Oliver
Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Railroad stories
I supposed Major Toppleton would take some steps to prevent a quarrel
between the rival students, but he did not. It was a delicate and
difficult matter to interfere with Tommy; and the fact that I had been
sent back proved that he would not submit to any dictation, or even
suggestion.
“I am rather glad you have come back, Wolf,” said the great man; and
I saw that he was trying to conceal his anxiety in regard to the
students. “I have just received a letter from Hitaca, informing me that
my new yacht is finished, and I was on my way to the wharf to find
some one to send after her. I have been told that you are a boatman as
well as an engineer, Wolf.”
“I have handled all sorts of boats on the lake. I used to sail the
Marian on the other side; and she is the largest boat in this part of
the lake,” I replied.
“But she is not more than half as large as the Grace.”
“The Grace!” I exclaimed, delighted with the name.
“She is called after my daughter. Do you think you can handle her?”
“I know I can, sir.”
“She is thirty-five feet long, and measures fifteen tons. She has a
cabin large enough to accommodate half a dozen persons.”
“I should like to bring her down first rate,” I added, glancing at
Skotchley; and I saw by his looks that he would like to accompany me.
“If you think you can manage her, you may go. You will want two or
three hands to help you.”
“I will find them, sir.”
“You must take the steamer up the lake as soon as she goes. I will
write an order on the builder to deliver the boat to you; call at my
house for it before you start.”
I was delighted with this mission, for I had a taste for boats almost
as strong as that for a steam-engine. I was fond of the water, and
should have preferred a situation in a steamer to anything else.
Skotchley was as much pleased as I was with the cruise in prospect;
and, after I had told my mother where I was going, we called at the
major’s for the order. He gave me some money to pay the expenses, and,
with two of my friends, we embarked in the steamer for Hitaca, where
we arrived at half past four. Near the steamer’s wharf, up the river,
I saw a beautiful yacht, which I at once concluded was the Grace; and
she was worthy of her name, if anything made of wood and iron could be
equal to such an honor.
I presented my order to the builder, who was in doubt about delivering
it to me, whom he stigmatized as a boy; but when I informed him that
I was the engineer of the Lake Shore Railroad, he made no further
objection. He did me the honor to say that he had heard of me, and that
he had ridden in the dummy from Middleport to Spangleport. I was not a
little astonished to find that my fame had travelled so far as Hitaca;
but it appeared that everybody in the vicinity knew all about the
quarrel between the two sides of the lake.
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