Front Cover
 Title Page
 Chapter I: Uncle Gilbert's visit...
 Chapter II: A conversation, which...
 Chapter III: Harry leaves home...
 Chapter IV: Harry on board the...
 Chapter V: The Industry on her...
 Chapter VI: Harry's voyage nearly...
 Chapter VII: A ship on fire
 Chapter VIII: Harry at Sydney -...
 Chapter IX: Ship watches - A storm...
 Chapter X: Return home
 Back Cover

Title: Harry the sailor boy and his uncle Gilbert
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Title: Harry the sailor boy and his uncle Gilbert
Physical Description: 115 p. : ill. ; 17 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Religious Tract Society (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
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Place of Publication: London
Publication Date: [1870?]
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sailors -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Uncles -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Fatherless families -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Rescues -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
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    Title Page
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    Chapter I: Uncle Gilbert's visit to Hazel-hurst; and some account of Harry's parents
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    Chapter II: A conversation, which led to a great change in Harry's prospects
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    Chapter III: Harry leaves home and accompanies his uncle to London
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    Chapter IV: Harry on board the Industry
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    Chapter V: The Industry on her voyage; first lessons in seamanship; first Sunday on board
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    Chapter VI: Harry's voyage nearly brought to an untimely end by an accident
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    Chapter VII: A ship on fire
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    Chapter VIII: Harry at Sydney - The homeward voyage begun
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    Chapter IX: Ship watches - A storm - Danger; death; and a funeral at sea
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    Chapter X: Return home
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ONE pleasant evening in summer, the boys
of a small village were playing at cricket on
the green, when a stranger drew near, and,
after looking on for a minute or two, seated
himself on the bench beneath a large yew
tree, which grew on one part of the green
near to the turnpike road, and was said to
be more than five hundred years old.
The stranger was a man about forty years
world perhaps; and was dressed in a fashion not
very commonly seen in that'part of the
country. He had on a blue jacket and
waistcoat, with bright yellow buttons, on
every one of which was the figure of an
anchor. His trowsers were of blue cloth


also, and very long and loose. On his head
he wore a shining black hat, with a rather
broad brim and a very shallow crown. His
waistcoat was unbuttoned and thrown open,
because of the heat of the weather no doubt,
and it was seen that under that was worn a
blue striped shirt. Last of all that I shall
notice in the stranger's apparel, he had a
black silk handkerchief tied very loosely
round his neck, and the ends of it -were
fastened to the front of his shirt by a gold
brooch, with the shape of an anchor, just
like the figure on his buttons.
The stranger's complexion was very
dark, as though he had been much exposed
to the weather; but his look was cheerful,
and his eyes were bright and smiling.
I must not forget to add that he carried
in one hand a stout walking stick, and in
the other a small bundle tied up in a blue
checked handkerchief.
The boys were too busy cricketing to take
much notice of the traveller at first; but,
when their game was ended, some of them
gathered round and began a conversation
with him.


"You don't belong about here, do you ?"
said one of the bigger boys. It was rather
a rude question, perhaps; but he did not
mean it rudely; and, seeing this, the
stranger answered pleasantly, No, my lad,
I don't belong about here, as you say ; but
I hope I may rest here a little while for all
that. I have had a long walk to-day, and I
am tired."
Oh, he could sit there as long as he liked,
said the same boy that had spoken before;
and another asked him how far he had
All the way from -" (and he named
a certain town) ; and that is nearly twenty-
five miles, I believe."
"It says twenty-five miles on the hand-
post at the corner," said another of the boys,
pointing to one end of the green.
"Have you much further to go?" asked
the second boy who had spoken.
"No, my lad, I don't think I have,"
replied the stranger; and since I have an-
swered your questions, perhaps you will not
mind, one of you, answering mine. Will
you tell me how far it is to Hazel-hurst ? "


"Two miles round the road," said the
boy, readily; "but there's a shorter cut
across the fields."
"Thank you," rejoined the stranger.
"Well, I am going to Hazel-hurst; and if
you will show me this short cut across the
fields, I'll thank you again."
"That's where I live," said one of the
boys, who stood a little behind the rest;
"and I am going home now. If you like
to come with me, I can show you the
Of course the stranger was glad of the
offer, and accepted it at once. So, when he
had rested another minute, he said he was
ready to go, and he and his young guide
started off together.
For a little while they went on silently,
and the stranger seemed to be occupied with
his own thoughts, though, in truth, he was
closely watching his young companion, who
was a sturdy little fellow, with brown curly
hair and a ruddy face, but not very well
The silence did not continue long. What
is your name, boy ?" asked the stranger.


Harry," said the boy.
Is that all? You have another name, I
dare say ; Harry what is it ?"
Harry Clark," said the boy.
"I guessed as much," said the stranger.
"Come, we must shake hands and be
friends, Harry. You are my nephew."
Oh, if you please," said Harry, eagerly,
as he yielded up his hand; "are you uncle
Gilbert that mother talks about, who went
to sea ever so long ago P "
"Yes, Harry, I am your uncle Gilbert;
and it was long ago that I went to sea. I
was not much older than you are, I sup-
pose: how old are you, Harry ? "
I was twelve last birthday."
"Ay, ay," said uncle Gilbert. "Well,
I wasn't much over twelve when I went
to sea, and I have been a sailor ever since.
I haven't seen my sister-that's your mo-
ther-for a good many years-never since
she was married; and that brings me here
now. Do you think she will care to see me,
Harry ? "
"Won't she?" said the boy, gaily.
Though he put these words in the form of


a question, he meant that he was sure she
would be very glad indeed.
"How long have you lived at Hazel-
hurst ? asked uncle Gilbert, presently.
"Pretty near four years," said Harry:
"ever since father was blown up at the
powder mills."
Ah, poor fellow I did not know any-
thing about my poor sister's trouble till
the other day, when I came home from a
long voyage, and went to look her up at the
old place; and then I heard about it, and
was told where she had moved to. So,
having a few weeks to spare before going
to sea again, I made a stretch inland;
and here I am, Harry."
After this Harry Clark and his uncle
Gilbert went on talking pleasantly together
till the boy cried out, That's Hazel-hurst,
uncle"-and pointed to a little cluster of
white-washed cottages, partly hidden by a
clump of trees which grew round them.
"Then you had better run on and tell
your mother whom you have found," said
uncle Gilbert; "and I'll follow after you
more slowly."


Harry did as his uncle directed him; and
while he is running himself out of breath,
and thinking how surprised and joyful his
mother will be when he calls out to her,
"Mother, there's uncle Gilbert come to
see us," I shall add a few words.
Making gunpowder is a very dangerous
employment; but the knowledge of this
does not prevent men from working at it.
Harry's father was one of the workmen in
a powder mill, and was so accustomed to it
that he rarely thought of the constant daily
risk to which he was exposed. And though
sometimes his wife trembled a little when
he left her in the morning, and was thank-
ful when he returned at night, she also had
become so used to his going and returning
in safety, that she almost forgot the danger
of his occupation.
And so, for many years, Robert Clark
had gone on working at the powder mill;
and as he earned good wages, and was a
sober man, and had a frugal industrious
wife, his home was a pleasant, comfortable
home, and his children were well cared for.
But one sad day, about noon, as Mrs.


Clark was giving the children their dinner,
a sudden loud noise filled the air, and shook
the windows and doors of the cottage.
The noise was so much like thunder that
Robert, the eldest boy, called out, Oh,
what a loud clap of thunder, mother! '
But Mrs. Clark's fears told her that"it
was not thunder which she heard; and she
stood pale and trembling, scarcely able to
support herself, and quite unable to speak a
word to her children. There were others
also in the small town in which they lived,
who rightly guessed that the noise was
caused by an explosion at the powder mill,
which was about a mile distant from the
town; and very soon, the street was in con-
fusion, with people running to and fro, and
saying to one another that the powder mill
had blown up. A great many persons also
left the town hastily, and ran towards the
mill, meeting others on the road who were
running as fast toward the town-some to
fetch a surgeon, and others to spread the
news of the terrible disaster.
For a terrible disaster it was. By some
means or other-though how was never


known-a spark had fallen on a large quan-
tity of gunpowder in one of the buildings
belonging to the mill; and in one moment
the building was shattered, its walls thrown
down, while the roof and machinery were
scattered far and wide.
This was not the worst, however. Four
men had been at work in that building;
and when the explosion was over, and the
smoke had dispersed, and the workmen
from other parts of the factory ventured
near, to search for their fellow-workmen,
four lifeless bodies were found. One of
these poor men was Robert Clark.
I shall not attempt to describe the scenes
which followed, nor the loud lamentations,
or more silent grief of the poor widow
Clark and her children, when they found
themselves thus suddenly bereaved. They
had much kindness shown to'them, however:
and when Mrs. Clark determined to leave
her old.home, and to take her family to the
village where her husband was born, she
had a sum. of money given to her by the
owner of the powder mill, which enabled
her to open a small shop in Hazel-hurst, for


the sale of grocery and haberdashery, and
other cheap wares. Here she had lived four
years, and had been able to provide in a
frugal way for her six children.
Having said all that is needful about the
widow Clark's former history, I shall go on
with the story I have to tell.
You may be sure that Harry's mother was
very glad to see her brother, from whom
she had been so long parted. And she so
warmly and earnestly entreated him to stay
at Hazel-hurst until he must go again to
sea, that he could not refuse her invitation.
Perhaps he would have scrupled to accept
her kindness when he saw that she was poor
and struggling, if it had not been in his
power to assist her a little. But Gilbert
had saved some money, and he very gene-
rously determined that his sister should be
liberally repaid for her hospitality.
So uncle Gilbert remained at Hazel-hurst
more than two months, and his good-
natured kindness soon made him a favourite'
with his nephews and nieces, who were
sorry to think that his visit was not to last


"AND what are you going to do with all
your children, sister?" Gilbert asked one
evening when the little shop was closed, and
he and his sister were seated together at
their supper.
"I am sure I don't know, Gilbert," re-
plied Mrs. Clark, rather mournfully.
It is a large family for a mother to have
the entire charge of," continued the sailor
brother; "and though they are growing
older every day, it will be long before all of
them will be off your hands and able to
provide for themselves."
The poor widow sighed; and not altoge-
ther. without cause. She was a kind and
indulgent mother; but she had not found
out the best way of managing children; or
if she knew it, she did not practise it. She


let them have their way too much when they
were quite young; and as they grew older,
they seemed to claim to do as they pleased,
as though it were their right. There is
a text in the Bible which tells us that a
child left to itself bringeth its mother to
shame." Now; Mrs. Clark did not deserve
so heavy a charge as that of leaving her
children to themselves; but her want of
proper firmness towards them was already
producing bad effects, particularly in the
eldest boy and girl. Robert, who was six-
teen years old, preferred being at home to
going to work, and though his mother had
obtained, more than once, a good place for
him at farm houses, he had not kept them
long. He did not get up in the morning so
early as he ought to have done; and when
he was up, he did not do the work that was
expected of him. It was much the same
with Mary, the eldest daughter, who was
more than fourteen. She had gone to
service, but had come home again because
everything in her situation was not as she
expected to find it. So these two children
were burdening their poor mother, and


increasing her poverty, instead of being a
help to her, as they might have been: and
this was not so much because they really
set themselves to be disobedient and useless,
as that they were self-indulgent, and had
never been taught properly the necessity of
self-denial, and the pleasure as well as the
duty of active industry.
Uncle Gilbert had seen all this; and had
seen, too, that the younger children were
likely to become like their brother and
sister-sadly helpless and burdensome to
their poor mother. It was kindly meant,
therefore, when he tried to rouse his widowed
sister to think a little about the future, both
for herself and her children.
"God has been very good to us up to
this time," said Mrs. Clark, who had right
thoughts and feelings towards God, and was
really a christian woman, and who also was
very anxious that her children should grow
up in the fear and love of God, although,
as I have said, she had not the best way
of managing them.
"Yes, Mary, God has been very good to
you. That is quite true," said her brother.


"And you know, Gilbert," she added,
"that he tells us in the Bible not to be
careful and troubled about this world, and
to take no thought for the morrow."
That is quite true, also," said the sailor
brother, who, as well as his sister, loved and
studied the Bible. But, Mary, that doesn't
mean that we are to let everything go to
sixes and sevens, or 'happy-go-lucky,' as
our mother used to say. I rather think we
are taught, by that blessed direction of the
Lord Jesus, not to torment ourselves by
being over anxious, and by forgetting that
God cares for us; but I am sure we have
no business to neglect doing what we know
is our duty to ourselves and others, because
there's a providence above all. I'll give you
an example in my own line of life, Mary,"
continued the pious sailor: "sometimes out
at sea, we have what we call squalls and
hurricanes, you know; and 'tis a mercy
that they don't come without warning, for
if they did, many is the big ship that would
go to the bottom at once. But we can tell
by the signs in the sky and air, and by the
falling of the mercury in the weather-glass,


what we have to expect, and pretty nearly
when to expect it; and that gives us time
to furl and reef, and make all taut and snug.
Well, but suppose a captain were to say,
' The Bible tells us not to be careful, and
to take no thought for the morrow,' and
so wouldn't make any preparation for the
storm, eh, Mary ? "
"Of course he would be very foolish,
He isn't the captain I should choose
to sail under, anyhow," continued Gilbert;
" and so I say that when people see what is
before them in the world, and don't prepare
for it, in a proper, religious sort of way,
there's nobody to blame but themselves."
"Well but, Gilbert, do you think-do
you really think that is my fault ?" asked
his sister.
I wasn't thinking of you exactly, sister,"
said Gilbert; "and, in one way, I am glad
to see it is not a fault you are guilty of, for
you do think about the future for your boys
and girls, a good deal; and I know you
would be glad to see them all right-down
Christians-disciples of the Lord Jesus."


Ah!" sighed the poor widow; "if I
could only live to see this, Gilbert, I would
not care for anything else about them."
"Yes, I think you would, Mary," said
her brother: "I fancy you would, at any
rate, like to see them not only striving but
thriving in the world providing things
honest in the sight of all men, as the Bible
says. You wouldn't like to see them afraid
to look work in the face."
No, Mrs. Clark admitted she should not,
certainly; and she also did desire that her
children should both strive and thrive for
themselves, for it was all they had to look
to-in the world, at least. "And I hope
Gilbert," she added, "that they know the
value of truth and honesty."
"I don't doubt it, Mary: I quite believe it;
and I am, so far, pleased with my nephews
and nieces. But you must not mind my
saying that honesty and truth are not all
that is wanted. I read something in a book
the other day, which I thought capital good
sense. The book said, sister, that 'Honesty
has,no business to be helpless and draggle-
tailed; she must be active and brisk, and


make use of her wits; or, though she keeps
clear of the prison, 'tis no very great wonder
if she falls on the parish.' "
The poor widow sighed again; she could
not but feel how closely this might some
day or other apply to her children. Poor
Robert and Mary!" she said: "I am afraid
they have not much energy or helpfulness;
and I am afraid I have not stirred them
up enough; but I don't like to see them
unhappy, any of them."
"Well now," replied Gilbert, cheerfully,
"I don't think that boys and girls-I am
not speaking of your Robert and Mary in
particular-are any the less happy for
feeling and knowing that they are useful
in the world, and are helpful to others as
well as themselves. And as to-work; why
that's what people come into the world for.
Our blessed Saviour, you know, Mary, said
'I must work the work of Him who sent me,
while it is yet day: the night cometh in which
no man can work.' And you remember what
the apostle said about any that would not
work ?-that they ought not to eat. And
since duty and real happiness generally keep


pretty close together, I rather fancy that
being well and fully employed won't make
anybody unhappy, whether young or old."
Mrs. Clark agreed with this; and could
only sigh again at the thought of how sad
it would be if her children should, as they
grew older, be wanting in energy, and
perseverance, and industry.
Come, Mary, cheer up," said Gilbert
encouragingly. "I did not mean to find
fault, which I have no right to do; and as
I have no children of my own, and was
never married, I am no great judge of
these matters. Besides, I am sure your
children are well disposed, and there is no
reason to despair about either of them.
Suppose you were to set the case plainly
before them, and put it to Robert and Mary
that it is time they were doing something
to ease your burdens a little, don't you
think they would see things in a right
"I wish you would give them a good
talking to before you go, Gilbert," said the
Her brother readily promised to do this.


"And there is something else I have to say
to you, Mary," he continued; "there is my
nephew Harry, a fine young fellow, full of
fun, and as good tempered a boy as I ever
met with: what should you think of making
a sailor of him ?"
"A sailor! exclaimed Mrs. Clark, sor-
rowfully; "oh, Gilbert, how can you ask
me to let Harry be a sailor ? "
"Why, to tell you the whole truth,
Mary, it is because Harry himself has been
begging of me to take him with me on my
next voyage."
For a moment or two, the poor widow
was almost disposed to reproach her brother
for having, as she thought, filled Harry's
mind with sailor stories; but Gilbert
solemnly assured her that he had not used
any influence or persuasion with his nephew;
and that he also had strongly represented
to him the disagreeable and dangerous and
uninviting aspect of a sailor's life, though
without effect.
"But, after all, Mary," continued he;
"I don't see why Harry should not be a


"Oh, Gilbert, think of the dangers of a
sailor's life."
"Ah, Mary, there's a hymn which you
have often joined in singing, I believe, and
that tells us,

'Dangers stand thick through all the ground,
To push us to the tomb;
And fierce diseases wait around,
To hurry mortals home.'

There are dangers on land as well as on sea,
"There are indeed, Gilbert," cried the
poor woman, with tears in her eyes. She
thought of her husband's sudden death;
and the hazard to his life in which he had
constantly worked so many years.
But I won't deny that there are dan-
gers at sea perhaps greater than on land,"
continued the sailor; "I ought to know
something of them, for I have been exposed
to them nearly thirty years. And yet,
Mary," he added cheerfully; "here I am
you see, safe and sound; God has mercifully
preserved me: and I am sure of two things;
the first is that God's good providence is


over the sea as well as the land, and that
not a hair of our heads can fall without our
heavenly Father's permission; and the
second is that the way to heaven itself is as
sure in the midst of tempest and danger as
in the quietest chamber of death."
"I .know that, Gilbert; I know that
nothing can separate from the love of Christ
those who trust in him, and are his real
disciples; but are not sailors in general very
wicked ? and would not a poor boy be led
away by bad examples to lose all fear of
God ? "
I'll tell you as near as I can what I
believe to be the truth, Mary," replied her
brother. "I don't mean to stand up for
sailors' religion generally; and there are
some captains and crews so reprobate that I
should tremble in my soul to find myself
in their company; and I would never
think of putting a poor lad among them.
But if you come to the service in general, I
must say that there is a good sprinkling,
both among officers and men, who do fear
the Lord, and love his way and his word.
It is so in our bark; the captain is a con-


sistent Christian, and some of the crew are
praying sailors, Mary; as I hope I am.
There is no drunkenness allowed, and swear-
ing and taking the Lord's name is frowned
upon; there are Bibles and religious books
on board, and there is every encouragement
for reading them. There is no more work
done on Sundays than is quite necessary; and
whenever the weather is not very bad, there
is public worship on board, the captain
himself leading it. I have told you all this
before, but I just remind you of it, to show
you why I think your Harry would not be
in more danger from bad company on board
the Industry, than in going to work on a
farm, or in a factory. Perhaps not so much,
Mary; for go where he may, I am afraid
there will be plenty to lead him astray, and
perhaps very few to give him a helping
hand to do what is right, or to think of
heaven and the way to get there."
"I am afraid this is too true, Gilbert;
but poor Harry-think how young he is."
"He is as old as I was when I first went
to sea, Mary. However, don't let me per-
suade you. All I have to say is that if you


trust Harry with me, I'll watch over him as
carefully as though he were my own son."
I need not repeat any more of this con-
versation, nor any of other conversations
which followed. To do uncle Gilbert justice,
it is right to say that he did not encourage
Harry to go to sea against his mother's
wishes; indeed, he tried to dissuade him
from it by again showing him many of
the hardships belonging to a sailor's life.
Harry, however, was not to be moved by
these, for he not only had become very
much attached to his uncle, but he had an
adventurous spirit. After a little while,
therefore, he obtained his mother's consent
to go on one voyage; and then Gilbert
wrote to his captain to ask his consent
before taking his nephew with him.
When all this was quite settled, it was
nearly time for them to go on board their
vessel, which, after being laid up for repairs,
was in one of the London docks, and ready
to take in her cargo for the next voyage.



IT was a sorrowful parting between Harry
and his widowed mother and his sisters and
brothers; and you will not wonder that
when it came to the last day and hour of
home, Harry almost repented that he had
obtained his wish. His uncle cheered him
up, however, and cheered the widowed
mother as well, by repeating his promise
to take care of Harry, and watch over his
conduct, and encourage him in a right
and proper course.
I ought to say, also, that before uncle
Gilbert took his departure from Hazel-hurst,
he kindly and affectionately spoke apart, as
he had promised he would, both to Robert
and Mary, showing them how much their
mother's happiness and prosperity would


depend on their industry and perseverance.
He repeated to them what he had before
said about Honesty having no business to
be helpless and draggle-tailed, and told
them plainly that if they desired to get
above want, and to keep above contempt in
the world, they must have earnestness and
energy and determination to overcome
difficulties, as well as simple honesty. He
added that many idle, sluggardly men and
women are so far honest, perhaps, as that
they would not steal or cheat; but that
this is only one kind of honesty; and that
such sort of people have no right to expect
that blessing of the Lord which maketh
rich and addeth no sorrow.
Uncle Gilbert was glad to see that
his rough but well-meant and kind plain-
dealing seemed to produce a good effect on
his nephew and niece; and he left Hazel-
hurst with the hope that they would re-
member his advice, and act upon it.
It was arranged that Harry and his uncle
should walk a few miles on the road till
they came to a town from which the
London coaches started; and that then


they should travel by coach the rest of the
way. They had, therefore, to set off very
early in the morning, before it was day-
light. Harry was not sorry for this when
the time came; for he would not have liked
the neighbours to have seen him going
away with tears running down his cheeks,
which they did very plentifully at parting;
and no disgrace to him either.
It was not quite light when they came
to the village green, where uncle Gilbert
had first fallen in with his nephew; but
there was light enough for Harry to dis-
tinguish the school in which he had been
taught; and the very spot where the
wickets had been pitched for cricket, year
after year, till the grass was trodden down
quite bare. They halted, too, under the old
yew tree, and sat down for a few minutes
on the bench where uncle Gilbert had
rested himself that summer's evening of
which I have spoken.
Until now, both Harry and his uncle
had been very silent. Uncle Gilbert was
the first to speak.
Now Harry, my lad, it is not too late.


You know your way back to Hazel-hurst;
and I shall not blame you, nor love you
any the less, if you choose to give up your
adventure, and run off home again."
"I don't want not to go with you,
uncle," whispered Harry, and pressing
closer to his uncle's side; and it was certain
that he meant it, though he could scarcely
keep from sobbing.
"That's bravely said, and heartily," said
his uncle, patting him on the knee ; "and
don't be ashamed of piping your eye a bit,
Harry. You'll make none the worse sailor
for shedding a few tears on leaving home.
But now, Harry, I have just been thinking
that there is nobody here to see us but
God; and that if we were to kneel down
under this fine old tree, and ask him again
to bless and keep them we have left behind
at Hazel-hurst, and to give us his blessing
too, it would not be amiss. We shall not
find a better time nor place for it to-day."
Harry was very willing to do this; so
they knelt down, and uncle Gilbert prayed
softly, but very fervently, for his widowed
sister at Hazel-hurst, and her children, and


also for the boy by his side, who was going
to be a sailor-boy-that God would preserve
him from danger, and bring him home safe
again in due time, and especially that he
might never be led astray, or tempted to
forget his mother's God; but that he might
be led by God's good Spirit to give himself,
with all his heart and soul, to the Lord
Jesus Christ.
Harry's tears ran down his cheeks while
his uncle was praying ; but he rose from
- his knees with a lightened spirit; and when
the sun made its appearance, and the birds
began their morning songs, the tears were
gone, and Harry was gay and cheerful.
They were not overburdened with luggage.
It was all tied up in one bundle, which uncle
Gilbert carried. There was nothing of
Harry's except a change of linen and a
pocket Bible and hymn book, for his uncle
had engaged to "rig him out," as he said,
at his own expense, on reaching London,
where he himself had left his own sea-chest.
After walking a couple of hours, the two
travellers reached the town, and found that
they had an hour to spare; this they

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employed in obtaining refreshment, for
which their early walk had prepared them.
I shall say nothing about the remainder
of the journey to London, which our travel-
lers reached late in the day, except that
there was a kind-hearted, cheerful, chatty,
and rather stout gentleman seated beside
them on the coach, who, when he found that
Harry was going to sea for the first time,
not only gave him some good advice, but
spoke very encouragingly to him, and said
that if, before he went on board his ship, he
would call at a certain book depository in
London, the direction of which he gave to
Harry's uncle, he should receive a little
packet of books as a gift. The gentleman
also gave Harry his card, that he might
know whom to ask for.
If Harry had not been very tired when
he arrived in London, he would most likely
have been amused and interested with what
he saw that evening. And, fatigued as
he was, he roused himself to admire the
brilliant gas-lights which lighted up the
streets and shops, and to wonder how many
more streets they should have to go through


before the coach stopped, as well as at the
number of carriages of all sorts which some-
times almost blocked up the roads, and the
hundreds of people who were moving about.
At length, however, all this came to an end,
and Harry was glad to find himself at his
uncle's lodging, which was a single room
over a small shop, in a narrow street, not
far from the Tower of London.

"Now Harry, my boy, have you had
sleep enough?" were the first words that
reached his ear on the following morning.
In a moment, he opened his eyes, started
up, and stared round him. At first Harry
did not remember where he was, and, fancy-
ing himself at home, he expected to see his
old bed-fellow, Robert, and the little room
at Hazel-hurst, with its quarry paved case-
ment window; and to hear the rustling of
air in the trees which surrounded his
mother's cottage. But instead, of these old
sights and associations, he saw his uncle
Gilbert already dressed, a table spread for
breakfast, a strange room, on the walls of
which were hung a variety of cheap coloured


pictures of ships and sailors; and through
the partly opened window, from the street
below, came up a confused noise of heavily
laden waggons and carts, London cries, and
many other voices, with footsteps of passen-
gers on the pavements of the narrow street.
All this reminded Harry that he was no
longer in the country; and then rushed
into his mind all the events of the previous
day, and the remembrance that from this
time he was to be a sailor.
But Harry was not weak and cowardly:
besides, he was refreshed with his night's
rest; and he answered his uncle cheerfully.
"Been dreaming all night about Hazel-
hurst ?" said uncle Gilbert, smiling.
"No, uncle, I don't think I have been
dreaming at all; and I have had sleep
enough," said he, springing out of the
little sofa bed he had occupied.
"That's right," rejoined his uncle; "for
we have a good day's work before us."
Harry did not take long to hurry on his
"Now the first thing we have to do,"
said uncle Gilbert, when he saw that Harry


was ready for breakfast, "is to ask for
God's blessing and protection through the
day; and saying this, he opened his chest
and took out his Bible, and after reading a
chapter, he and his nephew knelt down side
by side in prayer.
After this, while they were at breakfast,
Harry's uncle spoke about their plans for
the day.
First of all, we will step down to the
docks, and take a look at our ship; the
Industry, you know, Harry. A good name
for a bark, isn't it ? "
Harry said he thought it was.
"Because," continued his uncle; "name
and nature are alike. She is a lively,
active craft, and so must all be who step
her deck. Well, when we have been on
board, we may as well go and report our-
selves to the skipper, or master, or captain;
that is to say, if he is not on board, which I
don't much expect he will be. Then we
will go and rig you out, sailor fashion,
Harry, and look up a bit of a sea-chest for
you. After that, we shall have time to
see a few sights perhaps, and to call for


the little parcel of books the gentleman
promised you. That will be enough work
for one day; and to-morrow, if all's well,
we'll show the Industry what sort of stuff
we are made of-eh, Harry ? "
If Harry had been struck with the
appearance of London on the previous
night, he was quite as much astonished and
bewildered now that he saw it by daylight.
The house in which he had lodged with his
uncle being near the river, a great deal that
he saw seemed to have some connexion
with ships and shipping, and sailors. There
were shops full of ships' stores, and others
where sailors' clothing was sold. There
were waggons constantly passing heavily
laden with great hogsheads and casks and
cases, which looked as though they had
just been taken out of some ship's hold.
There were a great many public houses,
whichever way Harry turned his eyes; and
the landlords were many of them standing
at the doors. Harry observed, too, that
these men seemed to invite his uncle to
enter; also that his uncle took no notice
of them, but walked steadily on.


Presently a gaudily dressed man walked
up to uncle Gilbert, and spoke to him in
a low tone; and then Harry saw that his
uncle's face was a little flushed, and that he
put on a very stern look, while he gave the
man such a short and sharp answer as made
him turn away abashed. Shortly after this
they met groups of sailors, who, though
it was so early in the day, seemed to have
been drinking strong drink freely, and were
very dirty and shabby. Some of these
were standing or lounging at the doors
of public houses; and the language which
came from their lips was so shocking that
Harry felt terrified. His uncle saw this,
and said, "We will soon get away from
here, Harry;" and almost as he spoke,
they came to a wider, quieter street, where
there were not so many offensive sights and
sounds, and where they could speak to each
other without being overheard.
"I am glad to see you are shocked,
Harry, at what you have witnessed," said
uncle Gilbert; "and now I wish you to
listen to me, and if you will remember
what I say, you will I hope be kept in


future days from many of the evils of a
sailor's life; that is to say, if you remain a
sailor after this first voyage."
Harry's uncle then told him it is not
when sailors are afloat (by this he meant
when they are out at sea) that they are in
the greatest danger of falling into guilty
excesses, such as drunkenness and rioting;
lusts which the apostle says "war against
the soul." For then they are under strict
discipline, and have plenty of employment,
and, besides, temptations are not thrown in
their way, and traps laid for them.
"There is an old proverb," continued
uncle Gilbert, "which says that 'sailors earn
their money like horses, and spend it like
asses.' This means that they generally
have to work hard for their wages, which
they too often spend very foolishly. Perhaps
some of those poor fellows we saw just
now, reeling in the street, or lounging in
the public houses, have lately returned from
a voyage of several months, or a year, or
two years; and have been paid off. Some-
times, after a long voyage, they receive as
much as twenty or thirty pounds, because


when they are at sea they have no oppor-
tunity of spending the money they have
Well, the people who live along shore
know this, and they know too that the poor
Jack tars, as sailors are sometimes called,
have no homes to go to when they land;
and there are those who are wicked enough
to lie in wait for them as soon as they
come on shore, and entice them to public
houses, and other places, where they are cast
at once into bad company, who never leave
them till all their money is spent in folly
and sin. Some sailors are at first so simple
and unwary that they do not know till it is
too late the misery thus inflicted upon them-
selves; and they think that these people-
who are called crimps-are their very good
friends. But there are others who give
themselves up willingly to be deceived,
and make no effort to escape from their
"Sailors are much to be pitied," con-
tinued Uncle Gilbert; "because, when they
land at strange ports, they really do not
know what to do with themselves, or where


to go for decent lodgings; and their man-
ners and way of life at sea make them
unsuspicious of strangers. It is a good thing,
therefore, that here in London, and in other
large ports, there are kind and benevolent
people who have set up Sailors' Homes, as
they are called, where sailors who have
been paid off, and perhaps are out of employ
for a while, can lodge and board and be
properly cared for, body and soul, at a
trifling expense."
"You don't go to the Sailors' Homes, do
you, uncle ? said Harry.
"Yes, in some ports I have done so;
and I have reason to be thankful for them.
But when I am in London, I always go to
the lodging where we slept last night. The
people at that house have known me a
great many years; and they have always a
room for me."
This conversation brought Harry and his
uncle to the docks.


IN a few minutes they were on board the
Industry. It was a large vessel, and uncle
Gilbert told Harry it was called a bark, be-
cause it had three masts, though with sails
and rigging different from a three-masted
regular ship. And now it is time to tell
the reader what Harry knew before, that
Gilbert Allen was something more than a
common sailor. He had been some time
before raised, on account of his good con-
duct and skill, to be what is called second
mate, which is a position of trust and
Harry was rather bewildered when he
reached the deck, for there seemed to him
to be a great deal of bustle and confusion.
The deck itself was encumbered with ship's
stores, and cables and rigging of different


sorts; while below, several carpenters were
hard at work fitting up the Industry for the
voyage. There were several people also, who
were all busy in various ways, with the same
object. The cargo was not yet on board.
All seemed to know uncle Gilbert, as an
officer of the vessel, and behaved to him
in a friendly and respectful manner, which
showed that there was a good understanding
between the second mate and them.
Harry's uncle took him below deck, and
showed him the different parts of the vessel,
such as the cabins, and the berths or sleep-
ing places of the sailors; and then he went
with him into the hold, which was still lower
down, and was where the cargo would be
packed. It was very dark and dismal;
indeed, Harry thought that even between
decks was not very inviting, but he held his
tongue, and wisely determined that, as he
was about to become a sailor, of his own
free will, and by his own desire, he would
not meet troubles beforehand.
Gilbert Allen had so much to say to the
workmen, that for a few minutes Harry was
left to himself, and had wandered to another


part of the deck, and was occupied in watch-
ing one of the men, when he felt a hand
laid on his shoulder, and a rough voice,
which made him start, sounded over his
head, saying,
What is your business here, my lad ?"
and on looking up, the little fellow saw a
tall and rather stout person in a smarter
dress than that of any sailors he had yet
met, standing at his elbow, and looking
down upon him. Harry was so confused,
that he did not immediately reply; and he
turned rather red in the face, no doubt,
especially when the question was repeated
more sharply.
"If you please, sir, I came with my
uncle," said the boy, as soon as he recovered
his speech.
"Your uncle and who is your uncle ? "
but just then Harry's uncle himself came
up and touched his cap, and afterwards
shook hands with the stranger, calling him
captain; and this made Harry more awe-
struck than before.
The captain and Gilbert Allen then
walked a little distance off, and after talk-


ing for a few minutes, Harry was beckoned
to them, and the captain smiled pleasantly
on him, and said that he understood now
what his business was, and that Harry was
not to mind his rough ways, and need not
be afraid of him if he only did his duty.
This encouraged the poor boy; and very
soon he and his uncle left the vessel and the
docks for that day.
I need not follow Gilbert Allen and his
nephew through the remainder of this day,
except to tell that before many hours had
passed, Harry had exchanged his country
attire for a suit of sailor's clothes, which
made such an alteration in his appearance
that he laughed and said he thought his
mother would scarcely know him at first
sight, if he were to look in upon her at
Hazel-hurst. His uncle also performed his
promise in buying him a sea chest, and a
suit of Sunday clothes, and everything else
required by a sailor boy on first going to
After this was all done, and the chest and
its contents were taken to uncle Gilbert's
lodgings, Harry and his uncle went to see a


few sights, and called on their way at the
book shop (which was near St. Paul's cathe-
dral) where they saw their fellow passenger
of the previous day, who not only put into
Harry's hands the packet of little books and
tracts he had promised him, but gave him
some more good advice as well. By this
time it was evening; and, excited as well as
tired with the events of the day, the young
sailor, as we may now consider Harry Clark
to be, was glad to reach his uncle's lodgings,
and turn in to rest.

Two or three weeks passed away, and the
Industry was still in the docks; but a great
change had taken place on board. The
carpenters were almost all gone; only one
or two remained to complete some fittings.
The cargo had begun to be delivered, and
was being brought in waggon loads every
day, until it seemed wonderful how it could
all be stowed away. This cargo consisted
of great bales and boxes and cases, ma-
chines and agricultural implements, and
I know not what besides. Some of it was
already in the hold, some encumbered the


between decks, and some was piled up high
on the deck itself. The towers were all
hard at work, too, under the direction of
Harry's uncle, who had laid aside his
holiday garments, and put on his rough
every-day seaman's dress. Sometimes the
captain and first mate were on board; but
the second mate was there always; and
though our young sailor was unable to take
any active part in the work then going on,
he accompanied his uncle daily from their
lodgings to the vessel, lest, as Gilbert Allen
said, the boy should happen to get into any
mischief or trouble on shore.

At last the lading of the cargo was com-
pleted, and the Industry was ready to sail
down the river. By this time the sailors
were on board, and had taken possession of
their berths. 'And now is as good a time as
any to say that the bark was bound for
Australia, and that, though not an emigrant
ship, several passengers were going out by
her to that distant part of the world.
Some of these had already embarked, and
a few more were to go on board at


Gravesend, where the captain and first mate
were to join their crew.
A few hours sufficed to take the Industry
to Gravesend, and Harry was not sorry to
take leave of the docks, and to sniff the
fresh breezes of the river. Neither was he
sorry that his days of comparative idleness
were over. And work enough, indeed,
there seemed to be for all on board, as any
one who has seen a ship a few days before
leaving port can well understand.
There were a few things, however, in
which the Industry presented a favourable
contrast to what might have been observed
in many other ships. For instance, it was
rarely that an improper expression was heard
to escape the lips of even the most careless
and thoughtless sailor; and if one were
uttered in haste, some shipmate was sure to
reprove the offender, and to remind him that
it was against the rules of the Industry to
use such language. Another pleasant thing
was the way in which the Lord's day was
observed. There are many sailors who look
upon Sunday as being what they call a lucky
day for commencing a voyage. Now, it


happened that all preparations for sailing
from Gravesend were completed on board
the Industry on Saturday: the captain
and first mate, as well as all the crew, being
at their several posts. But instead of
weighing anchor, and taking a pilot on
board, and setting all sails for a favourable
wind on Sunday morning, as many others
would have done, Captain Mason would not
permit the Sabbath to be thus broken.
Instead, therefore, of the bustle and con-
fusion of leaving port, the crew were all
dressed in their Sunday clothes; a particular
kind of flag-called a Bethel Flag-was
raised to the mast-head, as an invitation
to other ships' crews to go on board; and
public religious services were held on deck,
in which the captain himself took part. A
good number of sailors from other vessels
then in port joined in these services; and
when they were over, Harry had time
for reading one or other of the books
which the gentleman in the city had given
Thus that first Sunday pn board passed
away quietly and happily, and on the fol-


lowing morning our sailor boy was ready
to enter upon his new duties.
It was a happy thing for Harry that his
uncle was at hand to give him a kindly
word and a pleasant smile ; but it must
not be supposed that, because Gilbert Allen
was in some authority on board the
Industry, the boy was allowed to, neglect
his duty; or, indeed, that any indulgences
were shown to him on that account. His
uncle had warned him beforehand that he
would have to rough through all the hard-
ships of a sailor life, like any other boy;
and it was soon so plain that the second
mate did not mean to humour his nephew,
that there was no room for jealousy. This
was wise and kind; for there were two or
three other lads on board who, when they
knew that Harry was related to Mr. Allen,
were quite prepared to expect he would be
put above them in some way, and to dislike
him accordingly.



AT last the Industry was fairly out at sea.
She had anchored off Gravesend to take in
the remainder of the passengers, and then
she had been piloted down the river, passing
between the pleasant green hills of Kent on
one side and the flat marshy land of Essex
on the other. Harry saw Herne bay, with
its long wooden pier; and then the white
cliffs of Kent with the curious old Reculver
church, with its two towers, which seemed
built on the very edge of the cliff, and ready
to fall on to the beach below. Then Margate
became visible from ship-board; then
Ramsgate; and then the town of Deal,
which was approached very near because
of the Goodwin sands. Our young sailor
was told that the channel between that part
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of the coast and the famous Goodwin sands
is called the Downs; and that sometimes,
when the wind is contrary, vessels have to
be anchored there for several days, and even
for a week or two, until a change of wind
enables them to proceed on their voyage.
He heard much too about the danger of
these sands, and how many fine vessels
had been wrecked and lost upon them. But
no such peril came to the Industry; and, as
the wind was favourable, Harry soon lost
sight of Deal and Dover too; and in another
day, as I said, the Industry was fairly out
at sea.
Even then, there was, as Harry found, a
great deal to do in the arrangement of the
cargo; and in completing the preparations
of the bark for the long voyage, which was
expected to last more than three months.
And meanwhile, the young sailor became
very unwell with sea-sickness. This was
caused by the constant motion of the vessel,
and is what almost all inexperienced people
have to pass through at the beginning of
a voyage; and, indeed, old sailors do not
always escape from the disagreeable feeling.


Harry was very ill; and now, for the first
time, his spirits quite forsook him, and he
shed many tears as he lay helpless in his
little narrow berth, or sleeping place-
bitterly repenting, for the time, that he
had ever thought of being a sailor. But,
as he had a kind uncle on board, who paid
him all necessary attention, and, as his more
seasoned shipmates only good naturedly
joked him on his trouble, he passed through
this first trial of sea life better than might
have been expected; and in two or three
days he was able to get on deck again.
If it were any consolation to Harry that
others were in the same trouble as he had
been, he might have found it in seeing
the pale countenances of almost all the
passengers, and in hearing their doleful
complaints. There was one poor woman,
especially, who, from the time she was
taken ill, had kept on entreating the sailors
to stop the ship, and let her go on shore
again: and there was a foolish young man,
a passenger also, who quarrelled with every
body about him, and said that the captain
was rocking the vessel, and making it so


unsteady on purpose to spite him. Of
course he got laughed at for his folly; but
besides this, he obtained so much ill-will, by
his unruly behaviour and his incivility, that
it lasted him all through the voyage.
, As to Harry, he no sooner got better
than his spirits returned; and his sailor's
life may be said to have commenced.
"So Harry, you have found your sea
legs, have you ? said uncle Gilbert to him
one day, when the wind was what sailors
call fresh, and the sails were set, and the
Industry was cutting through the water at
a fine rate, not, however, without rolling
and pitching and plunging in such a way
that a landsman would have found it diffi-
cult to stand steadily.
Harry said cheerfully, he thought he
"Then, my lad, let us see how quickly
you can get to the mast-head; and uncle
Gilbert pointed to the ratlines, or rope
ladder, of the main-mast.
Now Harry had practised this running
up the ratlines very frequently when the
Industry was in dock, and had become


pretty expert at it; but that was when
there was no motion in the vessel, and the
masts were as steady as firmly rooted trees.
It was quite different now that these same
masts were swaying to and fro. Harry
did not need twice bidding, however: in
a few moments he had sprung on to the
ratlines; and was half way up them before
he had thought of the difference between
a ship at rest and a ship in motion. But
then a timid feeling all at once seized upon
the sailor boy, and he would gladly have
descended as fast as he had mounted to that
height. But this was not to be. As he
was hesitating, and clinging fast to the
ladder, he heard his uncle shouting to him
from the crosstrees high overhead, and
encouraging him to ascend. Uncle Gilbert
had run up the ratlines on the opposite side
of the deck, and had thus, unseen by Harry,
first reached what probably would have
seemed to my young readers an insecure
resting place, where he carelessly stood at
the very edge, holding on only by a single
laniard, or small rope.
"Take courage, Harry, and look up,"


said his uncle, kindly. "You should never
look down, boy, when you are going up
aloft, for that's the way to be made dizzy
and afraid."
Ah," thought Harry, "it is very well
to say take courage and look up; but-"
However, he did not let his fears get so
much the mastery of him as to make him
heedless of his uncle's counsel; and after a
minute or two he had taken courage and
had reached the top of the main-mast.
"I shall let you crawl through the
lubber's hole this time," said his uncle,
from the crosstrees above him, lending him
a hand as he spoke; "but you must remem-
ber it is the lubber's hole: and now," he
added, when Harry had fairly got his foot-
ing on the crosstrees, and was clinging
very fast to a rope, with both hands-
" and now I want you to look out and give
me the benefit of your young eyes."
Yes, uncle," said Harry, trying to steady
himself as the vessel swayed to and fro,
making his footing very precarious; for, of
course, the higher he was above deck, so
much was the motion more perceptible.


"Well, then, hold on with one hand;
that's enough for any sailor, and then tell
me if you can see anything in the horizon
out yonder;" and his uncle pointed in
one particular direction.
Harry obeyed his uncle, and carefully
looked, not only in that direction, but all
round him. Nothing, however, was visible
to his eyes, only one wide unbroken expanse
of blue sea; for the Industry had quite lost
sight of land some days before.
I can't see anything, uncle," said Harry.
"But you reckon you have good useful
eyes too, I suppose, Harry."
"Yes, uncle, I think I have."
"And yet," said uncle Gilbert, laughing
good humouredly, "though my eyes are so
much older than yours, and have done so
much more work, it seems to me that I can
plainly see the top sails of a vessel, just
under that grey cloud. What do you say,
Harry ? "
Harry looked again, but was obliged to
say that he could see nothing but sky and
water. The truth is that it requires long
practice to make out any small object at


sea; and Harry found that he had to get
sea eyes as well as sea legs.
"We will go a little higher up then,
Harry," said his uncle, motioning his nephew
to the main-top-mast ratlines, and pointing
to the smaller crosstrees, still high above
their heads. Just then the bark gave a
sudden lurch; and though Harry held
firmly on, he turned pale with excitement.
"Oh, 'uncle, must I climb up there?"
said the little sailor boy, almost piteously.
"I think we had better," said Gilbert
Allen, quietly; "so here goes." The next
moment, Harry was standing alone, and
his uncle was on the crosstrees above
"Now, Harry," said he encouragingly.
There was no help for it; so up Harry
went, very cautiously, however.
"Don't look down," cried out uncle
Gilbert's warning voice.
The young sailor kept his eyes up; and
he soon stood beside his uncle again.
"I shall not take you any further this
time," said uncle Gilbert, looking up at the
tapering flag-staff, to the bottom of which


Harry was clinging, as it dipped first one
way and then another, and did not remain
upright a single minute together, while the
wind blew so strongly that Harry could
scarcely stand against it. In a few minutes,
however, he regained his courage-all the
sooner that he saw how firmly his uncle
stood on that narrow footing; and all the
sooner still perhaps, that his uncle kept
him in conversation about the pleasant days
they had passed together at Hazel-hurst.
And now see if you can make out the
distant sail," said he, when Harry's colour
had returned to his cheeks.
The distant sail was plainer now ; and
Harry thought he could--indeed, he was
sure he could see it.
"Ay, ay," said his uncle, cheerily: "I
thought we should manage it. And now I
may as well tell you that I did not bring
you here to see that vessel, whatever it is;
but to accustom you to this sort of work.
There will be plenty of it for you to do;
and the sooner you get used to it the better.
There are dark, stormy nights when all
hands will have to be ordered aloft to reef


topsails; and it is better for you to have
your first lessons in broad daylight. Don't
you think so, Harry ? "
Harry said yes ; but he was glad, never-
theless, that his first lessons were ended for
that time, and very glad he was to reach the
deck again. That day's practice, however,
had given him both nimbleness and courage;
and very soon he was able, not only to
mount the ratlines, but to run about the
rigging with almost the agility of a cat,
and certainly without fear.
I shall not particularly describe any more
of the lessons Harry received from his uncle
and from others as well-how he was taught
to walk steadily along the yards, and to lie
down upon them while reefing the sails, and
then, instead of descending by the ratlines,
to slide down by a single rope or stay, or to
pass by the same means from one mast to
another. All this, and a great deal more,
Harry did learn in time; and he found that
there was much more wanted for making a
first-rate sailor than he had ever imagined
in his quiet home at Hazel-hurst.
Meanwhile our young sailor was in capital


health and spirits. He ate his salt beef and
salt pork and sea biscuit with a hearty
relish; and he slept as soundly and as com-
fortably in his narrow berth, as he had ever
done in his mother's cottage. He had
become accustomed, too, to his ship-mates;
and though some of them were rough and
disposed to be tyrannical and overbearing,
there were others who treated him kindly,
and shielded him from injustice.
It was not much that Captain Mason or
the first mate had to do with Harry, who
found, however, that what the captain had
said to him was true, namely, that he need
not be afraid of him, all the while he did
his duty.
It was a great relief to the young sailor,
who had been used to quiet Sundays at
home, and to regular attendance on public
worship with his mother, that there was
such orderly regard paid to the Lord's day
on board the Industry. Several of these
days at the commencement of the voyage
were fine, and the wind was fair, so that
though of course the sails were set, and the
vessel proceeded on its way, there was leisure


time for all of the crew. On these days, all
hands were called on deck at a certain hour,
and Captain Mason read prayers, and the
lessons for the day out of the Bible, and
then a sermon; and still later, all the
sailors who were not necessarily engaged
in their duties, might have been seen in
different parts of the vessel, quietly reading.
Many of them were reading the Bible.
There was one stout weather beaten man,
especially, who had taken a great fancy to
Harry, who was never tired of reading this
best of books; and sometimes he called the
boy to his side and talked to him very kind-
ly and affectionately about the importance
of seeking the kingdom of God and his
righteousness, in the days of his youth.
This sailor's name was Tom Jarvis.
There's nothing like religion," said Tom,
"for making a sailor happy as well as
useful. You know the hymn, Harry, don't
you ?--
''Twill save us from a thousand snares
To mind religion young.' "
Harry said he knew it very well. He
had learned it years ago, at home.


Well, it is quite true, Harry. I have
tried the service of sin and the devil, and
the service of God, both; and I ought to
know which is best. And there is another
reason," continued Tom, "why a sailor boy
shouldn't neglect and put off 'thoughts of
heaven and things Divine,' as another hymn
says; for who is to tell what a day or an
hour may bring forth ? It is a poor look-out
to wait till storms, and maybe shipwrecks,
come; and then to be crying to the Almighty
for mercy. Don't you think so, Harry ?"
Harry fully assented to this; he could not
think otherwise indeed, if he thought about
it at all. And soon an incident occurred
which very forcibly impressed this truth on
his mind. What this incident was, I shall
tell in the following chapter.



TInE Industry had been out at sea about a
month, and then, instead of fine weather
and fair winds, there were several days o:
what sailors call foul weather. The wind
rose very high and strong, and was quite
contrary to the ship's course; a great deal o:
rain fell also, and the sailors were drenched
with it day and night; so were the decks anc
the between decks. The hatches and port
holes had to be closed to, because the see
was so rough, and the bark was so tossed
about. Harry had before heard of wave
appearing like mountains; and now h(
understood what it meant, for often th(
vessel was in what is called the trough o
the sea-between two great waves, whici
seemed as though they would overwhelm i


the next instant; and then it would be lifted
up to the very top of an enormous billow. At
these times, our sailor boy thought of the
words in the 107th psalm: "They that go
down to the sea in ships, that do business in
great waters; these see the works of the
Lord, and his wonders in the deep. For
he commandeth and raiseth the stormy
wind, which lifteth up the waves thereof.
They mount up to the heaven, they go
down again to the depths: their soul is
melted because of trouble. They reel to
and fro, and stagger like a drunken man,
and are at their wit's end." *
It would be incorrect to say that Harry
was not alarmed at such a state of things;
and though he was assured that there really
was not so much danger as he might
imagine, he very ardently longed for the
storm to cease.
Of course, all the time it lasted there was
more than enough for all on board to do.
Captain Mason and the first mate, as well
as Harry's uncle, scarcely left the deck,
night or day; and the sailors, when they
Psalm cvii, 23-27.


went below in turns, were obliged to lie
down in their wet clothes, and frequently
were roused from their weary slumbers by
the harsh, loud call down the hatchway
of, "All hands ahoy! Tumble up, men!"
Frequently, too, all hands were ordered
aloft to attend to the sails and rigging; and
now Harry saw the wisdom and kindness of
his uncle in giving him his first lessons in
seamanship by broad daylight, and in fair
weather; for though the captain was kindly
considerate, and would not allow the little
sailor boy to be sent into the rigging at this
time, Harry knew that ere long he would
have to take his share in this dangerous
work, as well as in every other.
What joy it was to Harry when he was
told that the storm was abating, and that
all danger from it was past. All indeed
were glad; none more so than the captain
and the two mates, who could now take
some needful rest. As to the passengers,
who had been obliged to keep below all the
while the gale lasted, and who, some of
them, at last, despaired of ever seeing land
again, it may be guessed how pleased they


were when they were permitted once more
to go on deck.
It was two or three days after the violence
of the storm had ceased, and the wind was
once more fair for the voyage, that some
work had to be done high up in the rigging,
and Harry was sent up the ratlines to help.
There was a sailor on one of the yards ;*
and in endeavouring to reach him on this
insecure footing, Harry slipped. It may be
that he had become a little careless, and
was desirous of showing how nimble and
fearless he could be. But whether this
were so or not, the sailor boy lost his foot-
hold, and after grasping at a rope and
missing it, he fell from that giddy height.
If he had fallen upon the deck, he would
probably have been killed, or very much
injured. But he was saved from this dan-
ger by one which was almost as great; for
he fell into the sea.
In a moment there was a great cry of,
SA boy overboard! and all was at once in
confusion. The first thing done was to
The yards of a ship are long poles or pieces of
timber, to which the sails are fastened.


throw a hen-coop, which was on deck, into
the sea, in hopes that the poor little fellow
might perhaps reach it, and keep himself
afloat by it, till other help could reach him;
and the next thing was to put the ship
about, so as to stop its progress; but before
this could be accomplished, poor Harry and
the hen-coop too, were left a long way
behind. Indeed, it was doubted by those on
the deck whether the little sailor boy had
not sunk beneath the waves, for nothing
could be seen of him for several minutes.
He had not sunk however. To be sure,
in first falling into the sea, he had dis-
appeared, and the waves had closed over
him; but in a few moments he was again on
the surface, and was bravely endeavouring
to keep himself afloat. This was not quite
new work to him, because there was a river
near Hazel-hurst in which he had often
bathed; and before he left home, his uncle
had taught him to swim also. So, for a
time he was able to keep his head above
water. In his confusion, however, he did
not see the help that had been thrown to
him, and he was almost giving up in


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despair, especially as he felt his clothes
hanging heavier and heavier upon him
and dragging him downwards, when he
heard an encouraging shout from some
one who seemed to be very near to him;
and in another moment, he felt his arm
grasped by a friendly hand, while the
cheering voice of Tom Jarvis told him
not to be afraid, and not by any means
to cling to him, and then all would be
Harry had courage and self-command
enough to obey his friend's directions; and
a few strokes of Tom's powerful arm
brought them both within reach of the
hen-coop, which kept them afloat till other
help came.
Now it happened that, when Harry fell
into the sea, his uncle was below deck,
and by the time he reached it after the
first alarm, Tom Jarvis had sprung into
the water, and was already near the spot
where it was supposed Harry might be.
The best thing that could be done, there-
fore, was to cause a boat to be let down,
into which Allen lowered himself, with


three or four of the crew; and then they
rowed with all their strength to the floating
coop. And what joy it was to Gilbert
Allen, when, before they reached it, they
saw what good service it had done, and
heard Tom Jarvis' voice cheerfully shout-
ing, "All right! and "Boat ahoy! "
"Pull away with a will, men," cried
Mr. Allen, setting the sailors a good ex-
ample himself; and in two or three minutes
more, Harry and his preserver were both
rescued, and the boat was being rowed
toward the ship, where not only the crew,
but the captain and the passengers, were
anxiously on the watch. A loud shout of
gladness was raised when it was seen
that the little sailor boy was safe; and
his shipmates crowded round him, and
heartily shook hands with him, when he
reached the deck. Neither did they for-
get Tom Jarvis, who had so generously
risked his own life to save that of a
fellow creature.
"What a good thing it is you taught
me to swim before we came away from
Hazel-hurst, uncle," said Harry when, that


same day, he had an opportunity of
speaking to his uncle Gilbert.
"And a good thing that you had
presence of mind to put that teaching
into practice," replied his uncle; "we
ought to thank God heartily for this,
"Yes, uncle."
"And that he not only enabled you to
keep afloat till help came; but that he also
put it into your friend Tom Jarvis' heart
to risk his own life for you. Don't you
think so ?"
Harry said he thought so; and he said
it with tears in his eyes; tears of gratitude,
let us hope they were, not only towards
Tom Jarvis, but towards God, the great
"Harry," said his uncle, thoughtfully;
"I have sometimes lately blamed myself
that I persuaded your mother to let you be
a sailor; and if anything should happen to
you, like what has been so near happening
to-day, I don't know that I should ever
forgive myself. But you are a sailor now,
and you must do your duty, danger or no


danger. There is one thing, however,
which would make my heart very glad,
Harry; do you know what it is? "
I believe Harry guessed what his uncle
was thinking of, though he said, "What
is it, uncle?"
"The full belief that you are a true
Christian-a disciple of the Lord Jesus
Christ. I remember telling your mother,
Harry, that the way to heaven from sea is
as safe and sure as it is from land; and so
it is; but then, whenever death meets us,
we must be in that way beforehand, or we
shall never get there. Now I must ask
you a question, my lad; suppose your
body had been drowned and lost this
morning before help came to you, where
do you think your soul would have been
now ? "
Harry did not answer his uncle at once:
at length he replied, "I don't know, uncle;
I mean, I am afraid-" and when he had
got so far, he stopped short, and he looked
"Well, Harry," exclaimed the pious
second mate, "I don't ask you to tell me


all your thoughts about this matter; but
I want you to go and tell the Lord Jesus
Christ all about it. He'll hear you, Harry;
he isn't so far off; he will hear you if you
tell him in a whisper from the mast-head,
or from your berth below deck. Tell him
the truth, whatever you do; and if you
think you are not a right down hearty
lover of him, tell him so."
"I wish I was one," said Harry, in a
low and rather troubled voice.
Do you ? that's hearty then; well, just
you tell the Lord Jesus Christ that; and
put him in mind not that the blessed
Saviour wants reminding of it; but you
may as well do it: so put him in mind
that he has promised the Holy Spirit to
them that ask it. And don't let the devil,
or your own thoughts, or what anybody
else may say or think, persuade you that
boys don't need religion, or cannot be
Christians. You know 'who said, 'Suffer
little children to come unto me'-eh,
Harry ?"
Just when this conversation was going
on, another lad, who was a cabin boy,


came and told Harry that the captain
wanted him, and that he was to go up to
him on the quarter-deck. Harry accord-
ingly followed the messenger, and touched
his cap when he reached the place where
the captain was standing; and then he
was told to follow into the captain's
own cabin.
Harry was rather frightened at this;
for he had never before been in that place
of dignity, and he was fearful that Captain
Mason meant to scold him heartily for
having put the vessel into such confusion
and alarm by being so careless as to fall
into the sea. But Harry soon found him-
self mistaken. Instead of scolding him,
the good captain invited him to sit down,
and then talked to him in a kind, fatherly
way about his late deliverance; and, after
pleasantly advising him to be a little more
careful in future when he went aloft, he
knelt down and asked Harry to kneel
down too, while he returned thanks to
God for having preserved the little sailor
boy from sudden death.
This was almost the first time Captain


Mason had spoken directly to Harry since
he came on ship-board; but from that day,
our young sailor knew that he, as well as
all the rest of the crew, had a friend in his
I am happy to say, too, that Harry's
accident, and his preservation from danger,
had a good effect upon his mind and heart;
and the impressions thus produced were not
like the morning cloud and the early dew,
which soon pass away. He became very
thoughtful, read the Bible more diligently
than he had ever before done, and paid
more attention to the Sunday services held
on board. Nor did he, it is to be hoped,
forget to pray secretly for himself, as his
uncle had encouraged him to do, for the
help of God's Holy Spirit, so that he
might indeed be "a child of God, by faith
in the Lord Jesus Christ."
It was well for Harry that there were-
as his uncle had said-many praying sailors
on board the Industry, who were glad to
see their young shipmate so thoughtful,
and who were always ready to help him on
by a kind word or look, instead of laugh-


ing at him, as some would have done, for
thinking about God, and eternity, and
religion. It is much to be wished that
every sailor boy' had a pious captain to
sail under, and pious shipmates to sail
with. And we may be quite sure that
neither men nor boys make any the worse
sailors for being religious.



IF I were to write down a full account of
this voyage of the Industry, with all that
Harry Clark witnessed, and the progress
he made from day to day, I do not know
when I should finish; so I must only say
that after being a few weeks at sea, Harry
found a great alteration in the weather,
which was becoming very hot indeed; and
for some days, the bark lay on the water
quite becalmed: there was not a breath of
air stirring.
There is always plenty to do on ship-
board. If Harry had wanted to be a sailor
because he fancied it an idle, easy kind of
life, he would long before this have found
out his mistake. Life at sea is a very hard
working life, even in fine weather; and so,
though the Industry was compelled to do


nothing, because there was not wind enough
to fill her sails, the crew were kept actively
employed. There was new rigging to be
rove, and standing rigging to be overhauled
and replaced and repaired; and chafing
gear to be put on; and spun yarn to be
prepared. There was tarring and greasing
and oiling and varnishing and painting and
scraping and scrubbing going forward all
day long. All this, and much more besides,
is necessary work; and though Captain
Mason was a kind and considerate com-
mander, he was strict also, and too good a
seaman to allow anything to be neglected
in fair weather for the security of his ship
if storms should come. So no sailor was
ever seen idle on deck; and Harry, you
may be sure, had his share of work to do.
He was not so busy, however, that he did
not notice the dolphins as they swam
round and round the ship, and the flying
fish, rising above the smooth water, and
skimming in the air for a hundred yards or
more with their wing-like fins; and other
sights which were quite new to him, though
most of his shipmates had seen them before.


All anxiously desired a change of weather
and a good brisk wind to carry the Industry
onward to her destination. That change at
length came; and very soon the sails were
all set to catch the favouring breeze.

What a funny coloured cloud that is,
Tom," said our sailor boy one day to his
friendly shipmate, Tom Jarvis, whom he
was assisting at. some work in the upper
rigging of the vessel. They were then on
the main-top-mast crosstrees.
Where away ? said Tom, looking up.
Harry pointed to a little speck just above
the horizon. It was so small that none but
a sailor perhaps would have noticed it.
Harry, however, had so improved his habit
of observation that he had by this time a
sailor's sight for small objects at a distance.
Tom Jarvis shaded his eyes with his hand,
and looked steadily in the direction towards
which Harry still pointed.
That's no cloud," said Tom, drawing in
a long breath. I wish Mr. Allen was up
here, Harry."
"Shall I go and tell him so, Tom "


"Ay, ay, do, Harry, and look alive;
and ask him to bring up his glass."
In a minute or two Tom and Harry
and Harry's uncle all stood together on
the crosstrees. TTncle Gilbert was looking
through a telescope at the strange appear-
ance which Harry had thought was a
"Is it what I am afraid to say, sir?"
said Tom, looking anxiously at the second
mate, as he let the telescope fall into the
hollow of his arm.
"It is a SHIP ON FIRE, Tom," replied
Mr. Allen.
And now all was bustle and activity on
the Industry. The course of the vessel
was altered; all other work was suspended,
while fresh sails were set; and when this
was done, and the Industry was cutting
swiftly through the water towards the spot,
her rigging was crowded with sailors, and
all the passengers rushed to the deck in
anxious excitement.
Every minute took them nearer to the
burning ship. There was soon no doubt in
any mind that the second mate was correct,


for a dark cloud of smoke tinged with red,
like the hue of sunset, hung over the sea,
and seemed to rest upon it, and'sometimes
bright forks of fire were seen darting
upwards through the smoke. Then a deep,
booming sound came rolling across the sea,
and after that another, and then another.
They were firing guns of distress.
Oh, how long it seemed to the crew of
the Industry before they could get near
enough to the burning ship to save its
unhappy crew-if indeed they could be
saved at all-while Captain Mason was
ordering fresh canvas to be set from time
to time, until the masts seemed to bend
with the force of the wind, and the bark
was strained with the efforts made to
quicken her speed The Industry had never
sailed so quickly before in all the voyage,
Harry thought; and more than one of the
sailors looked grave as they silently yielded
obedience to the captain's authority.
Do you think she will bear any more
sail, sir ?" asked the second mate, respect-
fully, of the captain, when the last order
was given.


"We must try, Mr. Allen," said Captain
Mason ; and yet perhaps-no, I am afraid
she will not bear more; and yet it is fearful
to think of our fellow creatures perishing for
want of help;" and then he walked the
deck in agitation when he had counter-
manded the order.
Indeed, the Industry was carrying too
much canvass already, for safety. If the
wind had increased ever so little, there
would have been great danger to the rig-
ging, and perhaps to the vessel itself. But
then there was the burning ship.
Nearer and nearer they approached it
every moment; and now could be distin-
guished the outline of the ship itself, as
occasionally the cloud of smoke was lifted
above it. Nearer and nearer, till it was
seen that the flames, which were now burst-
ing forth, proceeded from the fore part of the
ship-that the deck was on fire, and that
the quarter-deck at the hind part of the ship
was crowded with the crew, who, having
done all they could to extinguish the fire,
without success, were driven by the dreadful
heat to that part of the burning vessel


which the fire had not yet reached. It was
seen also that they were endeavouring to
lower a boat on to the sea.
All this could be seen by those who had
telescopes and had steadiness enough to use
them, as the Industry ploughed through the
waves; and then Captain Mason ordered a
gun to be fired, that the sailors in distress
and peril might know of assistance being
near. Then, too, rose a hearty cheer from
the deck and rigging of the Industry. And
then--yes, listen !- a faint distant cheer-
ing, like an echo of theirs, was heard by
the crew of the Industry coming across
the water from the burning ship.
On and on, and then an order from
Captain Mason for the boats to be lowered
and manned; and in a few minutes more
the long boat of the Industry, and the
barge, and the little cockboat were all on
the water, with strong-armed sailors in
them, pulling with might and main to the
rescue of the burning ship's crew.
Then came the order to clew up sails and
reef and furl, and for the Industry to stand
off and on while the boats and boats' crews


were performing their duty; for the good
bark was as near to the burning vessel as it
was safe to be; and then, the long boat and
the barge and the little cockboat were lost
to sight in the thick smoke that now hung
upon the water. But those who were on
board the Industry heard cheering shouts,
and soon, one after another of the boats
were seen again, returning with part of the
rescued crew-as many as they would hold.
Then back again, to rescue more, until all
were saved, and nothing remained but the
burning ship itself. The last who left it was
the captain.
It was only just in time that deliverance
had arrived; for even before the last boat
load was taken off, the flames had reached
the quarter-deck ; and in five minutes after
the captain of the lost ship had reached the
Industry, every part of that vessel was on
fire, and was burning fiercely down to the
water's edge. Then, all at once was a
violent commotion in the sea, which reached
to the Industry in the form of a great
rolling wave, which shook it from stem to
stern. And when the smoke had gradually


cleared away, nothing more could be seen of
the burning ship. The water had rushed in
to the heavily laden hold, and it had gone
down like a stone.
Oh, how thankful the poor sailors were
for their deliverance And how glad were
the crew of the Industry that they had
been the means of saving so many of their
fellow creatures from a dreadful death!
The first thing Captain Mason did, when
the confusion was a little over, was to call
all hands together, to give hearty thanks to
God for the lives which had been saved;
and then he and his officers set about
making arrangements for such an increase
of people on board.
It was never known how the Sea-horse
(for that was the name of the burned ship,
which was an American vessel) caught fire;
but it was supposed that the fire began in
the spirit-room, where the steward had been
with a candle, not long before it was dis-

It was the next day-when the Industry
was once more speeding on her course-


that Harry Clark was once more sent foi
to the quarter deck. And when he got
there, he found Captain Mason, and the
strange captain, with Mr. Hall, the first
mate, and his uncle Gilbert, the second
mate, in conversation, with grave and seri-
ous countenances. Near to them also stood
Tom Jarvis, cap in hand.
"Now, sir, what have you to say for
yourself?" said Captain Mason, sternly;
and yet Harry fancied there was a pleasant
twinkle in his eye; and when he looked
towards his uncle Gilbert, he fancied there
was a smile of encouragement on his coun-
"If you please, sir," Harry began.
"Pooh, pooh! what has that to do with
it ? Suppose I don't please; what then?
Do you know what you have done?"
Captain Mason said this quite sharply; and
Harry's heart beat rather quickly. He did
not know that he had done anything wrong;
but he was not sure. He might have
offended his captain unintentionally. How-
ever, he plucked up spirit, and answered,
No, sir."


"Oh, you don't," said Captain Mason.
"Then I'll tell you. You have saved this
gentleman's life, my lad;" and he pointed
to the strange captain; "and the lives of
all on board the Sea-horse, as well. That's
what you have done. Now what have you
to say for yourself? "
Poor Harry was sadly bewildered; he was
soon put out of his trouble, however, by the
strange captain shaking him heartily by the
hand and thanking him for the good service
he had done; and then by his own captain
smiling pleasantly upon him, and telling
him that it was his first noticing the strange
cloud in the horizon which had called atten-
tion to it; and that if he had not done
this, the Industry would have kept on her
course, and have sailed away from the
burning ship.
"And this shows the advantage of a
sailor keeping his eyes open, and making
use of them," continued Captain Mason;
" and if you go on as you have begun,
Harry, you will make a good sailor."
"But if you please, sir, it was Tom
Jarvis," Harry began.


"Ay, ay, I have told all about it,"
said Tom; "but it was you that first saw
the smoke, Harry; and naturally thought
it was a cloud. If you had not seen it,
most likely I shouldn't. I don't think I
"You must divide the merit between
you," said Captain Mason; I am only glad
to have such sharp eyes and quick wits on
board the Industry."
The captain and crew of the lost Sea-
horse did not remain long on board the
Industry. In about a week, the bark
reached the Cape of Good Hope and
anchored off Cape Town, and there they
were landed. Before the Industry weighed
anchor and set sail again, however, the
American captain came on board, and pre-
sented Tom Jarvis and Harry with a silver
watch a-piece, in remembrance of the good
service they had been the means of render-
ing to the crew of the burned ship. After
this, nothing particular occurred to our
sailor boy before the Industry arrived at



AND now came the work of unloading. I
shall pass this over, however, only request-
ing my readers to understand that Harry
was not allowed to be idle; nor, indeed, did
he wish to be. He would have liked, no
doubt, to land as soon as the Industry cast
anchor in Sydney harbour; but this could
not be, and he wisely contented himself with
his uncle's promise that before the bark put
to sea again on her homeward voyage, he
would take Harry on shore, and indulge him
with a short excursion into the country.
This promise was faithfully kept, as all
Gilbert Allen's promises were. It was one
day, soon after Christmas, that Harry and
his uncle landed on one of the wharfs, ready
for their holiday. Our young readers must


not imagine, however, that because it was
Christmas time, it was cold, winterly wea-
ther; for they must bear in mind that
Australia is on the opposite side of the
globe to that on which we live, and that
when it is mid-winter in England, it is
midsummer there. This seemed strange
to Harry until his uncle explained it to him,
and even then he could not help feeling it
rather curious, that while he was clad in his
lightest and coolest dress, and was for all that
panting under a burning sun, his mother
and brothers and sisters at Hazel-hurst were
most likely pinched with cold, and glad to
draw round a good fire in their cottage.
"This is not the only matter in which
Australia seems to be a land of contraries,"
said uncle Gilbert, when Harry made the
above remark. "If you were to remain
here long, you would see many things
equally strange to you. Indeed, some
persons call Australia a land of contraries.
For instance, in England the north wind is
cold; here it is hot. Swans in Australia, are
black, and eagles are white; cherries grow
with the stones outside; and what seem to


be delicious pears, ready to melt in the
mouth, are solid wood; bees have no stings,
and flowers, for the most part, no smell;
birds don't sing; animals have pockets
in which they stow away their young;
some quadrupeds have ducks' bills and lay
eggs; birds carry brooms in their mouth
in place of tongues; owls screech in the
day time, and cuckoos sing at night.* But
we shall not see many of these strange
contradictions, in the little time we have to
spend here, I dare say. And you will find
that in many things Australia is much like
England, after all."
And so indeed it proved, for when they
got into the town, it was easy for Harry to
fancy himself very near home, instead of
twelve thousand miles away, everything
was so like what might have been seen in
any large English town.
"I told you it would be so," said his
uncle, when presently they passed by a
number of men who had no doubt been
drinking hard, and were now quarrelling;
See an account of the Gold Colonies of Australia; by
G, B. Earp.


and among them were several sailors.
" You see, Harry, that sin is the same here
that it is at home. You hear the same
wicked oaths, and see the same effects
following the same causes. Wherever you
go, the curse of sin is to be seen, in almost
the same forms; and remember, Harry,
that there is the same remedy for it. The
religion of the Bible, and the gospel of the
Lord Jesus Christ, is as necessary here as
it is in England, to teach men how, that,
denying ungodliness and worldly lusts, they
should live soberly, righteously, and godly
in this present world. You see, too, that
there are the same temptations assailing our
weak and sinful nature, and that there is
the same need for us always to be on the
watch, to ask God to help us by his Holy
Spirit, and to pray, 'Lead us not into
temptation, but deliver us from evil.'"
It was thus that Harry's uncle was
always ready to say a word in season to
his nephew.
Our young sailor enjoyed his day on
shore very much; and as the Industry
remained a month or two in port, he had


other opportunities of seeing both town and
country. On Sundays, too, he went some-
times with his uncle, and at other times
with Tom Jarvis, and two or three others
of his shipmates, to one of the churches or
chapels in Sydney, where additional reason
was given him to observe that, far off as he
was from his home at Hazel-hurst, the same
heavenly Father and blessed Saviour were
worshipped, and the help and teachings of
the same Holy Spirit were implored. And
TEarry could not but feel how near he was
brought in spirit to his mother and his
Christian friends in England, when he was
thus joining in the public worship of God.
Indeed, Harry had often been pleased and
comforted with this thought during the
"Now, Harry," said his uncle to him,
one day; "you will not be sorry to know
that we shall soon be heaving anchor and
steering homewards."
Harry said that he was not at all sorry;
for though he did not repent of taking to a
sailor's life, it is not to be denied that he
had had many tender feelings about home


in all the months he had been away; and
it was with fresh alacrity that he took his
share of the work now going forward on
Somebody has said that a ship is like a
lady's watch, always out of repair. Harry
did not know anything about ladies' watches,
though he had a watch of his own; but he
had found out long before this that there is
always something in the way of repairs to
be done on board ship, whether it is in
harbour or out at sea. But now there was
something else to be done; there was the
cargo to be got on board and stowed away
in the hold. This consisted principally of
great bales of wool, packed and pressed
very closely; and two weeks more were
taken up in completing the lading. Then
a quantity of ship's stores were to be
got on board, and after that, passengers'
luggage; for several persons who had been
some time in Australia were about returning
to England in the Industry. Then, when
all the loading was over, and the passen-
gers had taken possession of their cabins,
the bark, one fine afternoon, left Sydney

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