My uncle told me, amid groans, that his heart was broken. The _Lovey
Susan_ was ready; he had as good a captain and crew as any man could
wish to have, but he himself would never make the voyage. Three
physicians, the best in London, were attending him, and their opinion
was that not only might he be some considerable time in recovering of
it, but that, being of a gouty habit of body, a new attack might seize
him at any moment and without warning. "Suppose it took me on the
voyage, Harry!" he said, groaning deeply. "Suppose I was like this on
board! You saw my cabin; no room to swing a kitten. What if a storm
blew up! What if I was tossed about!" Here he groaned again. "No
doctors! No comforts! I must go home to Susan, my boy--if I can ever
stand the journey---- Oh!" he shouted, as a twinge took him. "A
thousand plagues! Give me my draught, Harry; take care! Mind my toe!"
I was distressed at my uncle's pitiful plight. 'Twas plain that his
agony of mind was as great as that of his body, because of his
disappointment in the check to his cherished design. For some while he
did nothing but groan; presently, when he was a little easier, he
announced the resolution he had come to, which was a great surprise to
me, but a still greater joy. 'Twas nothing less than that I should
take his place. He could not abide that his plans should be brought to
nought. He had weighed the matter carefully as he lay awake o' nights;
I was seventeen and nearly a man, and though no doubt I had gout in my
blood, I need not fear that enemy for some years to come. Being
sober-minded (he was pleased to say), and well acquainted with his
purposes, I could very well represent him, and though this
responsibility was great for one of my years, yet it would teach me
self-reliance and strengthen my character. He spoke to me long and
earnestly of the manner in which I should bear myself, with respect to
the captain and kindliness to the seamen; and I must never lose sight
of the object of the expedition, which was to discover the southern
continent, if it were the will of Providence, and so forestall the
French.
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