The Rival Campers; Or, The Adventures of Henry BurnsSmith, Ruel Perley
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The Rival Campers; Or, The Adventures of Henry Burns
Smith, Ruel Perley
Boats and boating -- Juvenile fiction; Camping -- Juvenile fiction
The squire stood nearest the gangway, and, indeed, it looked from a
distance as though the other passengers, in recognition of the greatness
of this island magnate, had drawn respectfully back a little distance, to
wait till he should have gone ashore ere they approached the railing.
As the steamer came nearer, however, the reason for this seeming
deference on their part became apparent. It was plainly not due so much
to any awe inspired by the squire as it was to fear,—fear of the squire’s
purchase. The squire’s purchase was as ugly and vicious looking a bulldog
as ever walked on four legs. The squire held the dog by a stout piece of
cord, which was wound several times about his wrist.
The dog and the squire, being each in equally ill-humour, may have found
their companionship agreeable. Certain it was that the squire was the
only person whom the dog did not snarl and snap at. It growled and
snapped at every one, and even snarled and showed its teeth at the
good-natured cook aboard the steamer, who had offered it a scrap of meat.
This surliness on the part of his new acquisition had particularly
pleased the squire, who argued from it that here was an incorruptible
beast, that would meet in the same spirit any such advances upon the part
of strangers when it should be duly installed as guardian of his
farmhouse.
The squire would be magnanimous on this occasion, however, and, despite
the fact that the crowd on the wharf looked to him, as it always did in
his eyes, like invaders of his domain, he gave a bow accompanied by a
sweeping gesture of his hand, presumably intended to be a patronizing
greeting, which should include everybody, and nobody in particular, at
once.
Then the steamer made its landing. It was not always an easy matter here,
for the tide at certain times ran swift, and seemed to strive fiercely to
drive the boat away from the wharf. Therefore, when the steamer was as
yet at some distance from the wharf, a deck-hand at the bow skilfully let
fly a coil of small rope, which unwound in the air and was caught by a
man standing on the wharf. To an end of this rope was attached the usual
heavy hawser, which was then drawn on to the wharf by means of the small
rope, and the bight thrown over a spiling. In like manner the other big
hawser was drawn up astern on to the wharf.
When things were done shipshape, it was the rule of the steamer that the
small rope should be coiled again and at once thrown back to the boat
while one end was still fast to the wharf, so that when the hawser was
cast off from the spiling it could be drawn aboard by the small rope,
without its splashing down into the water and getting wet.
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