The Light Keepers: A Story of the United States Light-house ServiceOtis, James
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The Light Keepers: A Story of the United States Light-house Service
Otis, James
Lighthouse keepers -- Juvenile fiction
"You're countin' on doin' too much, Sonny; but perhaps, if Sammy takes
all the care of the light, with you to stand watch the first part of the
night, you might make quite a fist at runnin' things down here,
'specially since Uncle Zenas an' me will have to stay right where we can
show you how to do this or that," Captain Eph replied, and Sidney cried
in surprise:
"Are you thinking of staying here in the kitchen all the time, sir?"
"What else can we do, Sonny?" the keeper asked grimly. "Even if Uncle
Zenas was in condition to be moved, which he ain't, do you think you an'
Sammy could get him up-stairs? You might as well try to lug an elephant,
as him. An' the same holds good in my case. I wouldn't put my foot down
on the floor, to step any part of my weight on it, for the best hundred
dollars I ever heard tell about, an' you two couldn't carry me half-way
to my room. I've been thinkin' it all out, an' can't see any other
course than for Uncle Zenas an' me to stay where we are."
"If you've got to turn the kitchen inter a hospital, why wouldn't it be
a good idee for me to bring the beds down here?" Mr. Peters asked
eagerly. "It won't be any hard job, an' I'll get at it right away."
"You sha'n't do anything of the kind, Sammy," and Captain Eph spoke in a
decisive tone. "You ought'er be in bed yourself this very minute, an'
you'd never been able to leave it if you hadn't got all worked up over
our gettin' hurt. You've got a kind heart, Sammy, an' mustn't be allowed
to trifle with your poor, weak body."
A deep flush of shame overspread Mr. Peters' face, and Sidney really
pitied him. Such was the punishment to which he must submit in silence
because of the deception he had practiced.
"I'll look after my body, Cap'n Eph," the first assistant said after a
pause. "I wasn't hurt half so much as it seemed, an' bringin' the
bedsteads down wouldn't hurt a flea."
"We can't have 'em here, Sammy. There isn't room enough in the kitchen,
an' we shall be comfortable the way you've rigged things."
"The mattresses won't take up any more room than those piles of
blankets, an' I'll bring them anyhow," Mr. Peters cried, hurrying up the
stairs as if afraid the keeper might try to stop him, and Sidney could
understand very well why the first assistant was eager to do even more
that might not be absolutely necessary, hoping thus to atone for his
deceit.
It was no slight task to move Uncle Zenas from the place where he was
lying to the mattress which Mr. Peters brought, and not accomplished
without causing the sufferer very much additional pain; but there could
be no question as to the future benefit, and the keeper said in a tone
of satisfaction:
"That's first rate, Sammy, an' now I reckon you may bring down another
bed for me. When that's done we'll be in fairly good condition, an' your
hospital will look a deal more ship-shape."
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