The Junior Classics, Volume 5: Stories that never grow old
General
The Junior Classics, Volume 5: Stories that never grow old
Children's literature
as it was, without losing time to look into it, for I knew in
general what it contained.
My next care was for some ammunition and arms.
There were two very good fowling-pieces in the great cabin, and
two pistols. These I secured first, with some powder-horns and a
small bag of shot, and two old rusty swords. I knew there were
three barrels of powder in the ship, but knew not where our gunner
had stowed them; but with much search I found them, two of them
dry and good, the third had taken water. Those two I got to my
raft, with the arms. And now I thought myself pretty well
freighted, and began to think how I should get to shore with them,
having neither sail, oar, nor rudder; and the least capful of wind
would have overset all my navigation.
I had three encouragements--1st, a smooth calm sea; 2ndly, the
tide rising, and setting in to the shore; 3dly, what little wind
there was blew me towards the land. And thus, having found two or
three broken oars belonging to the boat--and, besides the tools
which were in the chest, I found two saws, an axe, and a hammer--
with this cargo I put to sea. For a mile or thereabouts my raft
went very well, only that I found it drive a little distant from
the place where I had landed before; by which I perceived that
there was some indraft of the water, and consequently I hoped to
find some creek or river there, which I might make use of as a
port to get to land with my cargo.
As I imagined, so it was. There appeared before me a little
opening of the land, and I found a strong current of the tide set
into it; so I guided my raft as well as I could, to keep in the
middle of the stream.
But here I had like to have suffered a second shipwreck, which, if
I had, I think verily would have broken my heart; for, knowing
nothing of the coast, my raft ran aground at one end of it upon a
shoal, and, not being aground at the other end, it wanted but a
little that all my cargo had slipped off towards the end that was
afloat, and so fallen into the water. I did my utmost, by setting
my back against the chests, to keep them in their places, but
could not thrust off the raft with all my strength; neither durst
I stir from the posture I was in; but, holding up the chests with
all my might, I stood in that manner near half an hour, in which
time the rising of the water brought me a little more upon a
level; and a little after, the water still rising, my raft floated
again, and I thrust her off with the oar I had into the channel,
and then driving up higher I at length found myself in the mouth
of a little river, with land on both sides, and a strong current
of tide running up. I looked on both sides for a proper place to
get to shore, for I was not willing to be driven too high up the
river: hoping in time to see some ships at sea, and therefore
resolved to place myself as near the coast as I could.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account