Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)Various
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Robert Merry's museum, Volumes III-IV (1842)
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When Matthew had done, the captain turned to the fur-trader, and said,
“We have each of us told our story; it is now your turn to tell one.”
“Well,” said the young man in reply; “you have related an adventure of
your father; our friend Matthew has told one of his uncle; I will now
relate one of myself.”
“When I was a boy, I read Robinson Crusoe, and so I had a great fancy
for going to sea. Nothing would do, but I must be a sailor. My father
and mother were both opposed to it; and, finding it impossible to
obtain their consent, I resolved to run away. Getting together a little
money, I packed up my clothes, and one night set off for New London in
Connecticut, a distance of about twenty miles from where I lived. I
there entered on board a schooner bound for Boston, which sailed the
next day. There were but five persons on board,--the captain, his two
sons, one sixteen and the other seventeen years old,--an old sailor,
and myself.
“It was the beginning of winter, but the weather was uncommonly fine,
and in a short time we were out upon the sea. We scudded along with
a light wind for a couple of days, when there was a sudden change of
weather. It first blew from the southeast, and rained smartly. I was
a little sea-sick, but still able to keep upon the deck. The storm
increased, and the wind shifting to the northeast, it began to snow.
At the same time it grew cold, and in a very short space everything
about the vessel was sheeted with ice and snow. She became perfectly
unmanageable, and was now drifting before the gale towards the island
of Nantucket, which was at our lee. We put out our anchor, but it was
not of sufficient length to reach the bottom.
“Believing that she must inevitably go ashore, the captain loosed his
boat, and getting into it himself, directed us to follow him. His
two sons obeyed; but the old sailor, conceiving that the boat must
be swamped in the raging sea, chose to continue in the vessel and
persuaded me to remain with him. The captain departed, and proceeded
toward the shore. But it was now evening, and we soon lost sight of him.
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