Parkhurst Boys, and Other Stories of School LifeReed, Talbot Baines
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Parkhurst Boys, and Other Stories of School Life
Reed, Talbot Baines
Schools -- Fiction
"Ugh!" said Jobson, with a grimace, giving a sidekick in the water in
the direction of the last speaker. "I'm not sure that _that_ dodge
would pay."
While he spoke, to our unbounded horror, the bank on which he and his
next neighbour were sitting suddenly gave way, and next moment, with a
shout and a splash, our two comrades were floundering helplessly in five
feet of water!
Help, happily, was at hand, or there is no saying what might have been
the end of the adventure. We did all we could by reaching out our hands
and throwing them our jackets to help them, while, with our shouts, we
summoned more effective aid. Old Blades, who providentially happened to
be passing, was with us in less than a minute, and fished out the two
poor half-drowned boys, scarcely a moment before they needed it. They
were more frightened, I fancy, than damaged; anyhow, we smuggled them
home, dripping as they were, and helped them to bed; and when, next
morning, they turned up as usual, nothing the worse for their first
swimming lesson, we were, as you may imagine, infinitely relieved.
This little adventure was the origin of the Parkhurst Swimming Club.
The doctor, on hearing of the affair, took the proper course; and,
instead of forbidding us the river, he secured the services of one or
two instructors, and had us all taught the art of swimming. For three
months, every day of the week, the School Creek was full of sputtering,
choking youngsters. Every new boy was hunted down to the river in turn,
and by the end of the year there was hardly a boy at Parkhurst who could
not keep his chin up in deep waters.
But this is a long introduction.
One day, two summers after that in which young Jobson and his friend had
tumbled into the Colven, a large party of us were down at the bathing-
place, indulging in what had now become a favourite summer pastime. It
so happened that our party was made up entirely of boys in the two
senior classes of the school--the fifth and the sixth. Most of us were
landed and dressing, and while so occupied had leisure to watch the
performances of those who still remained in the water.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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