Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone — John Shaqi
Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling StoneReid, Mayne
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Lost Lenore: The Adventures of a Rolling Stone
Reid, Mayne
Adventure stories; Dime novels; Fiction
Our difficulties and misunderstandings increased, until Mr Leary
declared that I was an ungrateful wretch--unworthy of his care; that he
could do nothing with me; and that I should remain no longer in his
house!
He held a long consultation with my mother, about what was to be done
with me--the result of which was, that I was to be sent to sea. I know
not what arguments he used; but they were effectual with my mother, for
she gave consent to his plans, and I was shortly after bound apprentice
to Captain John Brannon, of the ship "Hope," trading between Dublin and
New Orleans.
"The sea is the place for you, my lad," said Mr Leary, after the
indenture had been signed, binding me to Captain Brannon. "Aboard of a
ship, you will learn to conduct yourself in a proper manner, and treat
your superiors with respect. You are going to a school, where you will
be taught something--whether you are willing to learn it, or not."
Mr Leary thought, by sending me to sea, he was obtaining some revenge
for my ill-will towards him; but he was mistaken. Had he known what
pleasure the arrangement gave me, he would, perhaps, have tried to
retain me a little longer working in the shop. As I had already
resolved to leave home, I was only too glad at being thus sent away--
instead of having the responsibility of an indiscretion resting on
myself. I had but one cause for regret, and that was leaving my mother,
brother, and sister, to the tender mercies of a man like Mr Leary.
But what was I to do? I was not yet fourteen years of age, and could
not have protected them from him by staying at home. The hatred between
us was mutual; and, perhaps, when his spite was no longer provoked by my
presence, he might treat the rest of the family better. This was the
only thought that consoled me on parting with my relatives.
I could do nothing but yield to circumstances, leave them to their
destiny, whatever that was to be, and go forth upon the world in search
of my own.
My brother bore our father's name, William Stone. He was a fair-haired,
blue-eyed boy, with a mild, gentle disposition, and was liked by
everyone who knew him. He never did an action contrary to the expressed
wishes of those who had any authority over him; and, unlike myself, he
was always to be found when wanted. He never tried to shirk his work,
or absent himself from school.
My little sister, Martha, was a beautiful child, with curly flaxen hair,
and I never gazed on anything more beautiful than her large deep blue
eyes, which seemed to express all the mental attributes of an angel.
It pained me much to leave little Martha--more than parting either with
my mother or brother.
My mother wished to furnish me with a good outfit, but was prevented
from doing so by Mr Leary--who said that he could not afford the
expense. He declared, moreover, that I did not deserve it.
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