Front Cover
 Front Matter
 Title Page
 Table of Contents
 Landseccombe - The Morant family...
 Little Fanny - A misadventure
 A new arrival - The box of toys...
 Charley is released - Job little...
 A fishing excursion
 Going out fishing - The storm -...
 Job's return - Charley chooses...
 Charley goes away with Job - Captain...
 The "John Brown" - Life on board...
 Charley makes a new acquaintance...
 The storm - Man overboard - Courage...
 The Negroes - The iron mask - Journey...
 The expedition - A horrible bedfellow...
 Santa Esperanza - A coffee-farm...
 A night in the woods - The runaway...
 A grateful Negro - Escape of Charley...
 The march to the camp - The attack...
 A glimpse at Landseccombe - Mrs....
 San Francisco - The gold fever...
 The two adventurers - The Bushrangers...
 Home again - Charley's friends...
 Back Matter
 Back Cover

Title: The good sailor boy, or The adventures of Charley Morant
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Title: The good sailor boy, or The adventures of Charley Morant
Alternate Title: Adventures of Charley Morant
Physical Description: 163 p., 1 leaf of plates : ill. ; 18 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Sunshine, Mercie
Ward, Lock, and Co ( Publisher )
Hazell, Watson & Viney ( Printer )
Publisher: Ward, Lock, & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: Hazell, Watson, and Viney
Publication Date: [1882?]
Subject: Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Sailors -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Seafaring life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Storms -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Courage -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Slaves -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Gold mines and mining -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
Bldn -- 1882
Genre: novel   ( marcgt )
Spatial Coverage: England -- London
England -- Aylesbury
Statement of Responsibility: by Mercie Sunshine.
General Note: Date of publication from colophon: 9-82.
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Table of Contents
    Front Cover
        Front Cover 1
        Front Cover 2
    Front Matter
        Page i
        Page ii
        Page iii
    Title Page
        Page iv
        Page v
        Page vi
    Table of Contents
        Page vii
        Page viii
    Landseccombe - The Morant family - Charley - The horned sheep
        Page 1
        Page 2
        Page 3
        Page 4
        Page 5
        Page 6
        Page 7
        Page 8
        Page 9
        Page 10
        Page 11
    Little Fanny - A misadventure
        Page 12
        Page 13
        Page 14
        Page 15
        Page 16
        Page 17
        Page 18
        Page 19
        Page 20
        Page 21
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    A new arrival - The box of toys - Charley is missed
        Page 23
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        Page 25
        Page 26
        Page 27
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    Charley is released - Job little vanquishes the farmer and puts him in the pond
        Page 29
        Page 30
        Page 31
        Page 32
        Page 33
        Page 34
        Page 35
    A fishing excursion
        Page 36
        Page 37
        Page 38
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        Page 40
        Page 41
        Page 42
        Page 43
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    Going out fishing - The storm - Devotion of Job
        Page 46
        Page 47
        Page 48
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        Page 50
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    Job's return - Charley chooses a profession - The "John Brown"
        Page 58
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        Page 61
        Page 62
        Page 63
    Charley goes away with Job - Captain Thompson - Charley leaves England
        Page 64
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        Page 68
        Page 69
        Page 70
        Page 71
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    The "John Brown" - Life on board ship - Charley's first experiences - Bernard's practical jokes
        Page 73
        Page 74
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        Page 76
        Page 77
        Page 78
        Page 79
    Charley makes a new acquaintance - Crossing the line - Old Father Neptune and his court come on board
        Page 80
        Page 81
        Page 82
        Page 83
        Page 84
    The storm - Man overboard - Courage of Charley Morant - Rio Janeiro
        Page 85
        Page 86
        Page 87
        Page 88
        Page 89
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        Page 91
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    The Negroes - The iron mask - Journey into the interior
        Page 93
        Page 94
        Page 95
        Page 96
        Page 97
    The expedition - A horrible bedfellow - Roast serpent
        Page 98
        Page 99
        Page 100
        Page 101
        Page 102
        Page 103
        Page 104
    Santa Esperanza - A coffee-farm - Bernard and the snake - Buena Vista - In the woods - Mysterious disappearance of the guide
        Page 105
        Page 106
        Page 107
        Page 108
        Page 109
        Page 110
        Page 111
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    A night in the woods - The runaway slaves - Made prisoners - The Negro camp - Critical position of the whites
        Page 113
        Page 114
        Page 115
        Page 116
        Page 117
        Page 118
    A grateful Negro - Escape of Charley - The iguana - The ounce - Friends and food
        Page 119
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        Page 122
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    The march to the camp - The attack - Rout of the Negroes - Brave Charley - He pays his debt to Morabe
        Page 126
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    A glimpse at Landseccombe - Mrs. Morant's illness - Good news from sea
        Page 133
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    San Francisco - The gold fever - Desertion of Bernard and Sawyer - Discovery of gold - Working in the mines
        Page 141
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        Page 145
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    The two adventurers - The Bushrangers - Death of Jack Sawyer - Bernard in danger
        Page 150
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        Page 153
        Page 154
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    Home again - Charley's friends - Projects - Charley is married - A happy ending
        Page 158
        Page 159
        Page 160
        Page 161
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        Page 163
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    Back Matter
        Page 165
    Back Cover
        Back Cover 1
        Back Cover 2
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HE following account of Charley
Morant's Adventures Afloat and Ashore
needs little Preface. But one word
of explanation is necessary. The Tale,
which was originally written in French, has
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A NTHONY MORANT, Charley's father, had
been a sailor on board one of the old
"wooden-walls," as we used to call the ships of our
English Navy before ironclads, with their ugly tur-
rets, came into fashion. But being discharged on
account of ill-health, resulting from an injury while'
afloat, Anthony had returned to his native village
situated on the south coast of England, and there
had married, and settled down as a fisherman at

This little village is situated almost on the sea
bore, and at the time of which we are writing,
consisted of about forty houses, principally occu-
pied by fishermen and their families. There was
a chapel which was well attended on Sundays if
the fish did not enter the bay, for then the men
went after the fish, and deserted the house of God
to procure their means of livelihood.
But taking them altogether, the men were honest
and well-conducted. No unseemly brawls dis-
turbed the community; they were, as a rule, sober
and well-mannered, and if a quarrel did now and
then arise, it was honestly and fairly fought out,
and no ill-feeling shown by word or deed after the
fight was over.
If the men of the village were well-behaved,
the women were industrious. The houses were all
clean and neat, plainly furnished, and seemed com-
fortable. Some had small gardens attached to
them, the borders ornamented with shells placed
by the children, and cultivated diligently to raise
a few vegetables. Sunflowers, or some such grand
flowering plants, were occasionally visible, and
simple creepers wound about the latticed windows
and the ever-open doors.
Anthony Morant's house was larger than many
of theothers; he also had a garden and a sort of
paddock, wherein grazed a cow, and two goats


enjoyed life, except when they were chased by the
children, to be captured finally, and made to draw
a roughly-made cart upon the slip of sandy beach
below the high-water mark. You see Anthony
was, so to speak, a rich man. His fishing-boat was
the best in the community, while he had the repu-
tation of being one of the most skilful fishers of his
time. His wife Marian was a good housekeeper;
his home was always pleasant, and in short he was
as happy as a king," and very likely happier.
In due time the household increased, and three
children made their appearance in the following
order: Charley, the eldest, a great big baby, who
very soon was able to run alone; after a year or
two a dear little girl appeared, and they called her
Jenny; and then after a time another girl, who was
called Rose. These three children soon ran about
all over the garden and down to the beach, and
burrowed into the sand like so many marmots.
They were fine, healthy children, and all the old
people said they had never seen their like
They all helped in the house, and of a stormy
night one of them would light a candle early and
place it in the window, so that father" might see.
the gleam. And he, running in to land in the
driving rain or snow, or tossed by the great waves,
would catch sight of the tiny beacon as he ap-


preached, which winked at him as much as to say,
,'Come in quickly-everything is ready for you.
We have a capital fire and a jolly supper inside
here. Your chair is waiting, and feels quite empty
without you. Your wife is anxious for you, and
somebody has dropped in to supper to welcome
you, back, and the children are looking out for you
through the darkness."
This is what the blinking flame seemed to say
to Anthony as he entered the little harbour, and
ran alongside the jetty in the autumn and winter
But afterwards, when the children had grown
older, they would go down to meet their father
when he came home from his- fishing. On these
grand occasions Jenny and Rosie would scramble
into his arms, and Charley, perched always on his
father's neck, would chatter with Rose, as he
regarded with apprehension the great claw of a
lobster protruding from the fish-basket on which
he was seated.
At the time we commence our story Charley was
nine years old. He was strong for his age, but
heavy and dull; so much so, that the neighbours
had nicknamed him Lazy-bones. He ate a great
deal, worked very little, and reflected not at all. In
other respects he was a good boy: he loved his
parents, always told the truth, and was incapable of

"They would scramble into his arms ( age 4).


injuring anyone by word or deed. His great and
absorbing idea was to become a sailor. Meantime
he learnt to swim like a fish, to climb like a squirrel,
and feared nothing except the tricks and gibes of
his sister Jenny.
For that young lady, though apparently small for
her age of seven years, was already a useful little
body; she could sew and knit, and was of very
great assistance to her mother in all household
matters. But notwithstanding all these occupa-
tions, she still had time to tease Charley, and to
play him a hundred tricks, which showed him
that weakness might sometimes overcome force in
repose. Charley would fly into useless passions,
and devise all kinds of plans to outwit her, but he
never gained the honours," nor could he even win
"by tricks" from his clever sister. Besides, he
found another opponent in little Rosie, who was
then four years old, and very winning. She would
throw her arms round him if he got angry, and he
was obliged to give in, for he could not resist her
As he grew older, Charley was appointed care-
taker of the cow and the two goats, and a certain
norned sheep. In this work he had the assistance
of a great dog, which he named "Nigger," because
it was so black.
Nigger and Charley were great friends. Both


had a weakness for the sheep, which was one of
the most vicious and eccentric animals in the world.
But she was also a beast of spirit, and quite able to
take her own part, particularly her part of the food,
which was generally the largest share. This was
not fair, certainly, and Charley rather regretted his
partiality when he saw the animal, somewhat more
than usually restive, turn her back and a deaf ear
to all his appeals, and butt in a grotesquely half-
playful manner if "Nigger" approached. Unfor-
tunately,both boy and dog enjoyed these little pranks,
and so the sheep never amended her ways.
One morning, as Anthony was going out to fish,
he looked into Charley's room, and found the little
man's eyes wide open.
"What! awake already!" exclaimed the fisher-
Take me with you, father," cried the boy. "I
want to go out with you and manage the boat."
Goodness me! Why, four or five years hence
will be time enough for you to think of that. But
you may come and help me carry the nets if you
Charley was quickly ready, and father and son
were soon joined by two other fishermen, Anthony's
usual companions. They found the boat high and
dry upon the shingle, but she was soon got afloat,
by means of rollers and a hawser; and thus, as she


rose and fell with the gentle swell, the sails were
shaken out and hoisted
Look here," said one of the sailors to Charley,
"do you see that ships and barques have three
masts-the fore, the main, and the mizzen. The
foremost in front, the main in the centre, and the
mizzen at the stern. The spars crossing them are
'the yards, and we hoist the sails by sheets and blocks.
You must remember this if you wish to be fit for a
"I am going to be a sailor," replied Charley de-
cidedly, "and I know that already. I can tell the
bow from the stern; the prow from the poop; I
know that, starboard is right, port is left-larboard
some call it."
"The boy is no fool," muttered the man; and
old Anthony felt very gratified at hearing his son
praised by the other fishermen.
"I wish you would take me with you, father,'
said Charley. "I will be so good. Please do!"
But his father reminded the boy that he had the
cattle to look after, and wondered what the cow and
the goats would do all day if he did not appear.
What would "Nigger" think? For the fishermen
did not expect to return till night, and that was
sooner than usual, for they were often absent two
or three days. Rose could not attend to the cattle,
because she was afraid of the eccentric sheep already


mentioned, and Jenny had her household work to
attend to. Each child had his or her allotted tasks.
So Charley, with a sigh, resigned himself to his
father's decision, and contented himself with watch-
ing the boat till it was nearly out of sight in the
offing, and then he turned sadly homewards.
When he came within sight of the cottage he
perceived Rosie sitting outside munching a great
slice of bread and butter. Four or five hens had
gathered round her, picking up the fragments which
she occasionally let fall, and clucking vigorously
when she withheld the tempting morsels. The
sight of this excellent bread and butter made Charley
forget his disappointment, and he hastened into the
house feeling as hungry as a hunter.
"I knew Charley would not be long absent from
breakfast," cried Jenny, half maliciously.
Well, why should I be ?" he retorted, in no way
ashamed of his opinions and appetite, as he pro-
ceeded to help himself to a very substantial slice of
bread and butter. This he immediately attacked so
voraciously that his mother had some difficulty in
finding an unbuttered spot near his mouth upon
which to kiss him!
"Now," she said, "make haste and let the cows
and goats out; you see 'Nigger' is quite impatient
to be off."
"Nigger" seemed to be quite of Mrs. Morant's

opinion, for he jumped about and barked loudly,
even pulling Charley's trowsers in his anxiety. So
the lad nodded assent to his mother, for his mouth
was too full for speech, and followed the dog to
the shed.
Charley was not the only hungry one. The
eccentric sheep was also fasting, and had already
wreaked her vengeance upon the door, which she
was still butting furiously when Charley approached.
The goats were more patient but anxious, and even
the cow was moaning distressfully.
And now an accident befel the lazy one. No
sooner had he opened the door than the sheep
darted furiously out, and sent Charley rolling over
on the ground. His cherished bread and butter
flew out of his hand; and when he arose, furious,
to reclaim it, he found that the watchful hens had
pounced upon it, and were even then pecking at it
n all the enjoyment of fresh bread and butter. The
culprit escaped Charley's vengeance; but "Nigger"
was not inclined to let him off so easily. The dog
pursued the offender and bit his hind legs, as a
gentle reminder that "butting" his young master
was not proper conduct on the part even of a
horned sheep. Off darted the goats; but the cow,
being of a more equable temperament, and of a
placid disposition, walked calmly to the gate in no
hurry to commence her breakfast, apparently.


Charley brought up. the rear; he knew it was
useless to pursue the sheep and Nigger"; and ten
minutes later he quietly sat down upon a heap of
stones to wait for his charges, which began grazing
quietly, while "Lazy-bones" sat still and watched
them, as they slowly passed on towards the pad-



I T was early in May, and the fresh flowers
were nodding their heads to the soft breeze,
as Charley lazily munched his breakfast while re-
clining upon the grass. As he was thus pleasantly
occupied, a little girl of six or seven years old hap-
pened to pass by. She was a ragged little girl,
too; her feet were bare, her hair was matted and
tangled, and fell over her shoulders from beneath
an old black hat. She stopped before the lad as
he lay, and her large dark eyes fixed themselves
longingly upon the great crust that Charley was
just then breakfasting upon.
Ah! you have something to eat," she muttered, as
shewiped awayatear whichhad gathered onher cheek.
We are reluctantly obliged to confess that
Charley's first impulse was to hide the remainder of
his breakfast. The little girl noticed the movement,
and sighing, turned away, saying, "I am not going
to steal your bread andbutter; you needn't beafraid!"

" She stopped before the lad as he lay (paye 12).

rm not afraid," replied Charley. "'Look here!"
he cried.
The girl turned round and came back.
Where are you going to?" asked Charley, as he
opened a sixpenny knife and gave it a preparatory
flourish, while he made up his mind as to dividing
his bread and butter.
"I am going to the village," she replied.
"What for?"
"To beg, I suppose."
Has your mother no breakfast to give you this
morning ?" asked Charley in a tone of surprise.
"I have no mother and no father," replied the
little girl, beginning to cry.
"Wait a minute," said Charley. As he spoke he
cut the huge crust in half; but he kept the most
"buttery" portion for himself. ".What is your
name?" he continued, as the little girl began to
eat ravenously.
Fanny. What's yours ?"
Charley," replied that individual.
Fanny, at this, seated herself upon the grass
beside the lad, saying, You are a very kind boy,
Charley. Thank you very much."
"Hold hard!" exclaimed Charley, rather con-
science-stricken when he thought of the dry part
he had given away; take this."
He cut off another, and the most "' buttery por-


tion this time, and handed the bread to Fanny in a
most patronising manner, feeling that on this occa-
sion, at any rate, he had done more than his duty.
"I say, this is good, ain't it?" said the little
"I believe you," replied Charley, nodding with
his mouth full. Are you cold?" he asked,
noticing that his companion shivered a little.
"Yes, rather," she replied.
That's funny. Why, I'm not a bit cold."
You've gotwarm clothes on; I have only ragged
dress and a petticoat," she said with a shiver.
"I say, if you like we'll dig a hole and make a
fire, then you can warm yourself. Shall we ? "
Fanny assented at once. She desired nothing
better. "That will be fine," she replied as she
got up.
"All right then. Do you go and fetch some
wood, and I will dig the hole."
"But how will you dig it ?" she said, pausing
"With my knife, of course," he replied.
Reanimated by the prospect, Fanny quickly
gathered some dried grass and twigs; Charley, in
the meantime, digging industriously in the sandy
soil. Fanny soon came back, and as she threw her
burthen on the ground, said,-
How are you going to light the fire, after all ?"
Charley straightened himself, and pointing with

his knife, said, "Do you see that chimney over
there? That's Peter Kenny's farm. Well, you
must go and get some hot cinders from the kitchen."
"But I can't carry hot cinders."
"Yes you can, in your.shoe, in sand."
"I haven't got any shoes," she replied.
"Why'not?" asked Charley as he gazed at her
naked feet.
"Because I have no money to buy them," she
answered rather sadly.
"Take mine then," he said, kicking off one of
his thick shoes. "Don't be long !"
Fanny ran off as fast as her thin little legs would
carry her, and after a long time she returned with
Charley's shoe, smoking with its load of hot cin-
ders. She appeared angry and excited.
"Those unkind people," she said, treated me
very badly; they wouldn't let me have the cinders
at first, and called me names."
Charley was rather surprised at this, for Farmer
Kenny was a very good-natured man, and often
gave him facilities for lighting a fire.
"That's funny," was all he said however, as he
was just then busily engaged in blowing the warm
cinders into a blaze with the dry wood.
In a few moments the twigs had caught fire, and
soon blazed merrily.
"Now you can warm yourself," said Charley, as

he pushed the girl towards the blaze. "Can't I
make a jolly fire, eh ? Alan, the farmer's son,
taught me to do this."
Where do you live ? asked Fanny, as she held
out her hands over the blaze.
"Do you see that smoke rising yonder, eh?
Well then, my home is underneath it. Where's
"I have no home," she replied.
"Where do you sleep then? "
"In the fields."
"What do you have for your dinner?" asked
Charley, somewhat surprised again.
"Whatever I can get-when I can get anything
at all, that is."
Oh! was all Charley's comment, for the idea
of no dinner set him thinking.
"What are you thinking of?" said Fanny at
"Look here," said Charley, without replying to
her question, I am going to dinner at twelve
o'clock. You shall come with me, and my mother
will give you some bread and milk-perhaps some
cockles, if we have any."
"I'm afraid your mother will turn me away,'
said Fanny plaintively.
"Oh no!" exclaimed Charley; "she. never
sends poor people away from the house. One day


Nigger-that's my dog-bit a poor beggar, and my
mother gave the dog such a licking Nigger got'
it, I can tell you! In running away, he jumped
right upon the cat and her kittens, and got a
scratching there too. You should have seen Nigger
rubbing his nose after Miss Puss had scratched
Charley began to laugh as the comical appearance
of Nigger recurred to him, and the dog, which had
heard his name, came up just then and rubbed his
head against the lad's knees.
While the two children smilingly caressed him,
a farmer who lived near at hand happened to pass by.
"What are you about there, lad?" he asked,
noticing the fire.
"I'm trying to warm this little girl," replied
Charley. She's very cold."
Good lad," replied the man. Here, take these
and roast them," he added, as he took half-a-dozen
large potatoes from a sack he carried. Good day
"Oh! thank you, Mr. Porter," cried Charley,
delighted to receive this accession to his breakfast;
and he at once put the potatoes amongst the cinders
to roast.
While they were cooking, Charley and his little
companion continued chatting, and divided their
entire attention between the potatoes and the con-


versation, so that the animals were completely for-
gotten. The white cow broke through the hedge,
in search of fresh fields and pastures new, and the
black goat was soon after her, enjoying a meal from
the young shoots of a neighbour's trees. And all
this time Nigger was so interested in his young
master's conversation, that neither did he turn his
head to see how his charges were getting on.
This negligence was destined to have very un-
pleasant consequences for Charley, and, indeed,
for all the party; for the neighboring farm had
only changed hands the day before, a cross-
grained tenant having come into possession in-
stead of the good-natured farmer who indulged
Charley so much. But Charley did not know this'
and went on questioning his little friend with all
a child's bluntness.
Where do you come from? he asked.
From Lanceton," replied Fanny.
"What was your father? Mine is a fisherman."
I never knew father nor mother; old Peggy told
me they were drowned in a shipwreck."
"Who is old Peggy?"
"A poor woman in Lanceton who took care
of me."
"Why isn't she with you now ?" said Charley.
"She died-eight days ago I" sobbed Fanny.
"Ah!" replied Charley. Then he added


philosophically, Well-but I say, there's no
more wood!"
"She used to beat me sometimes," continued
Fanny, sobbing; "but only when she had had too
much cider."
Well, you needn't cry now because she used to
beat you," said Charley. "There's no wood, I tell
"I loved her all the same," said the girl, without
heeding the interruption. She was not really
unkind at other times, and it is so sad to be all
alone !"
"Ah, it is rather a bore! But the wood is all
Fanny got up at this and entered the neighbour-
ing plantation in search of some dead branches.
But she soon came running back, crying out, "Oh
Charley, quick[ the cow is in the clover-field."
And the goats too ?" inquired Charley, anxiously,
as he rose to his feet
Yes, it was too true! Charley and Nigger
immediately ran off to reclaim the trespassers, and
Fanny naturally followed. But it was too late. A
great heavy lout about twenty came up, armed with
a great stick, and began to beat the poor cow most
unmercifully. Then suddenly perceiving Charley, he
ran at him, seized him by the collar, and thrashed
him in a most cowardly way. It is true that Charley


retaliated as well as he could, but his strength was
not equal to his desires. The eccentric sheep was
also of this opinion, evidently, for with a sudden
rush he came up behind the farm lad, and with a
vigorous shove of his horned head sent him spraw-
ling upon his face. Charley took advantage of the
opportunity and fled, but was quickly recaptured.
Then Fanny, weak as she was, came up bravely to
her new friend's assistance. But, poor child she
soon received a cuff which almost knocked her
Ah you young scamp," cried the lout, who was
the farmer's son, I'll teach you to let your cattle
graze in our fields."
Let him go," cried Fanny; he will never let
them stray again."
Charley said nothing. Proud like the young
Briton he was, he disdained to sue for mercy.
Nevertheless he was horribly frightened, and
trembled visibly when the farmer's son, taking him
him up under his arm, carried him towards the farm.
Meantime Nigger, having gathered the cattle
together, appeared upon the field of battle. As the
sheep had done, he at once hastened to his master's
rescue, and bit the farmer's heels sharply; but un
fortunately the pain only served to enrage the
farmer still more, and he buffeted Charley brutally
till he called the dog off.


"I'll lock you up in the cellar, my lad, and keep
you there for a while without food or water; and
if you utter a sound I'll lick you! Hold your
tongue, do you hear?"
So thus poor Charley was carried to the farm,
followed by Fanny, Nigger, and the sheep at a
respectful distance from the man's stick. As he
was thrust into the cellar, Charley made a desperate
effort to escape, but he gained nothing by it but
blows. The farmer's son shoved him in, and then
let loose the watch-dog at poor Nigger. Although not
half the size of his enemy, Nigger defended himself,
valiantly, but was obliged to succumb at last,
greatly to the cruel man's delight; and the poor
dog would have been killed if Fanny had not
boldly released him. Then recollecting that Charley's
house was near the smoke she saw rising not far
off, she hastened thither as fast as she could.
Nigger, divining her thoughts, followed her; and
the cow and the other animals, which recognized
Nigger as their master's lieutenant, followed more
slowly in the same direction.


W E must now return to the house, where a
person had arrived who subsequently in-
fluenced Charley's fortunes not a little.
"Does Anthony Morant live here? the
stranger cried, pulling up his horse at the door.
"Yes, sir," replied Jenny, who was washing
some shell-fish.
"Is he at home?"
"No, sir."
"Is your mother within ?"
"Yes,. sir; father is gone fishing."
Just then Mrs. Morant appeared, and added that
her husband would probably return that
"All the better," said the new comer, as he got
off his horse. "My name, ma'am, is Job Little
-an old messmate."
Oh! I've often heard Anthony speak of you,"

' A collection of toys made their appearance" (page 26).


cried Mrs. Morant. "You were on board the
Bellona, weren't you?"
"I was, ma'am," replied Job. "I'm glad Tony
hasn't forgot' me."
S"He often talks about you. Won't you come
in? You are heartily welcome!"
Job Little dismounted, and hitching the bridle
over the palings, entered the cottage, where he was
speedily supplied with a jug of cider and some
simple food. While he was enjoying his lunch
with all the appetite of a man in robust health, he
made inquiries concerning his old friend.
"I thought you had three children," he said, as
he gazed at the two little girls, who had by this
time become friendly (they had been rather shy at
So we have," replied Mrs. Morant. "Charley
is out in the fields looking after the cows. He will
come back to dinner, you may depend upon that.
He never forgets dinner-time."
The reason I enquired is because as I came
along I purchased a few things for the young ones'
and Charley must have his share, I see the box has
just arrived."
Oh, let's see them!" cried Rosie, as she caught
hold of the sailor's arm in her delighted anticipation.
"We must wait for Charley, I think," said Mrs.
Morant, smiling.


But sailors are very fond of children, and Job
Little could not resist the girl's importunities. So
he went to fetch the box which Jenny endeavoured
to lift and carry into the house.
Ah! that's too heavy for you, my lassie,-let
me bear a hand." And thus the box was carried in
and placed in the centre of the room.
The opening ceremony was performed amid
breathless silence. A collection of toys made their
appearance and were quickly distributed, greatly
to the delight of the little girls, who embraced
the kind giver again and again, thanking him
"What are you looking for?" he said at last,
noticing that Jenny was examining the box with
anxious eyes.
I was trying to see whether there was anything
left for Charley," replied Jenny. "Is there ?"
"You are a good little girl," replied the sailor.
"Don't be afraid. We shall not forget brother
While the children were still admiring the toys,
and their mother was busy preparing dinner,
Nigger suddenly rushed in, one ear bleeding
from his late encounter. Instantly all was bustle,
and Mrs. Morant exclaimed, "Oh my goodness!
something has happened to Charley!"
Poor Nigger, how worried he looks I" said


Jenny, stroking the dog, which licked her hands
Mrs. Morant was out of the cottage in a moment,
and on her way along the path, when she suddenly
ran against poor little Fan.
"Is this the house where Charley's parents
live ? she panted out, now out of breath with her
"Yes, my child; what has happened to my
son? Tell me quickly."
Little Fan then related the facts of the case,
and -as she spoke under the excitement of the ad-
venture, Mrs. Morant's fears were by no means
"Ah!" cried the good woman. "I have heard
that those new comers were not the best people in
the world, but I did not think they would hurt my
little son,-the wretches! I'll go up to the farm at
No," cried Job, who had come out and heard
the story. "I'll go: do you remain where you
But she insisted upon going to look for Charley,
and then Job said to Fanny, You can remain till
we come back, my girl."
"No," she replied; "I will go with you, because
if the wicked man should say that Charley is not
in the cellar, I shall be able to contradict him."


"But suppose he should strike you?" said
Marian Morant.
"Well, it would not be the first time it has
"It shall not occur again if I am there," ex-
claimed Job Little angrily. "Well, come along!"
So, preceded by Nigger, who ran occasionally
upon only three legs, and accompanied by Mrs.
Morant and Fanny, Job set out to release Charley
from his unpleasant situation.



N one will affirm that it is an agreeable
experience to be shut up in a narrow
passage without light or food, and no prospect of
getting anything to eat or drink for four-and-
twenty hours! At least Charley did not appreciate
the situation; but even his natural anger, and the
fear he was in of being kept a prisoner, did not
prevent him from knowing, from painful internal
evidence, that dinner-time had arrived. He thought
also of those delicious potatoes so nicely arranged
amid the ashes. They must be beautifully cooked
by this time, he thought, and how nice it would
have been to have shared them with little Fan!
In the midst of his gastronomic fancies Charley
did not forget certain other and more serious subjects.
He recalled with terror the farmer's great stick, which
had resounded upon the poor cow's flanks, and he re-
memberedthegreatdog. Supposeitshouldflyathim!


This last thought disturbed the poor lad very
much, and as the dog continued barking he trembled
violently; and when the animal came scratching at the
door of the cellar, Charley actually cried out interior.
"Will you hold your tongue!" exclaimed Mat-
thew the farmer, as he flourished a flail. "If you
don't cease I'll throw you into the horse-pond."
Charley was not anxious to fall into the company
of the geese and ducks, that were just then swim-
ming about in it, so he decided to hold his tongue
as he was bidden. But his fears were soon aroused
once more. The dog began to bark violently.
"What is it, boy?" said the farmer. ,But the
dog continued growling savagely, for he had seen
Nigger approaching, followed by Mrs. Morant,
Job, and the little girl.
There he is !" cried Fan. That is the naughty
man who put Charley in the cellar over there," she
added, as she pointed to it, "and there is the big
dog too."
"All right," replied Job, "I'll have a word or
two with him."
" Oh, no! don't go and quarrel," cried Mrs.
Morant. "Let me speak to him first."
Very well," replied Job. "Go first."
Unfortunately for Mrs. Morant's pacific mten-
tions, Nigger and the other dog rushed at each
other, and were speedily locked in a deadly strug-


gle. As in the previous encounter, poor Nigger
came off second best, and would have been strangled
by his ferocious enemy had not Job interfered.
Call off your dog!" exclaimed the sailor to the
farmer, who was laughing at Nigger's peril. But
instead of doing so, the.man incited him still more.
So Job took up a thick flail handle, and wielded it
so vigorously upon the fierce brute, that he was
fain to let Nigger go, and rushed upon his new
assailant, who was quite equal to the occasion, and
with a few severe blows put the dog to flight.
"Leave my dog alone, you!" roared the farmer.
Job replied as angrily, and would have perhaps
proceeded to administer correction to the owner
of the dog had not Mrs. Morant stopped him.
"Sir," said-she to the farmer, "I have come
hither in search of my son, whom you have shut
up in the cellar."
Ah! so you're there, are you! cried Matthew
shaking his fist at Fan, who retreated behind Job
for protection; and just then Charley, recognizing
his mother's voice, called out,-
"Help, mother! Help, help !"
The poor mother hastened to release her boy,
but Matthew barred the way, and raised his arm as
she attempted to pass. In a moment he was seized
in an iron grasp, and his arm was gripped so
tightly that he was fain to cry for mercy.


"Look here, let us talk over matters quietly,"
said Job, without letting go. "None of that! No,
you don't stir!"
So while Matthew was making out an imaginary
case of damage done by the cows, Mrs. Morant had
released Charley, who rushed into her arms. His
nose and face still showed traces of the rough
usage he had received.
How could you have the heart to beat such a
child as he is?" cried the angry mother, as she
wiped poor Charley's bruised face. Like all people
who have no good reasons to give, Matthew talked at
random, and spoke of the injury done to his fields.
"Let us. talk this over quietly," said Job, who
was never more angry than when he said this.
" What do you value your loss at? "
Over half-a-sovereign," replied the sulky farmer.
Nonsense!" retorted Mrs. Morant. Why, all
the animals in a whole day would not eat two-
shillings' worth of clover."
Here, we'll settle it for half-a-crown," said the
sailor, as he handed the farmer the money; which
was gladly taken, for it was not bad pay for no-
thing at all.
"And now, my fine fellow," said Job, "I'm
going to pay another debt. I'm going to return
to you those blows you gave that boy-d'ye hear?"
"He threw stones at me," cried Matthew, who,

"He set upon Matthew" (page 34).


seeing Job taking off his coat and turning up his
sleeves, was not likely to misunderstand him.
"That is not true!" exclaimed Charley and
Fanny simultaneously. Carried away by his anger
Maithew launched a blow at the little girl. At this
Job could no longer restrain himself; he set upon
Matthew and pommelled him vigorously. The
latter, though the younger and taller man, had no
chance against the sturdy sailor, and in a very few
minutes the coward cried for quarter.
Just as Job was giving him a parting blow, a
servant appeared from the farm, and Matthew
called out,-
Here, Frank! Come here, help!"
"Take care, Job!" cried Mrs. Morant, as the
servant approached.
Job took the hint and rose. Then dragging
Matthew to his feet, he twirled him violently
round, and propelled him against the servant with
tremendous force. Neither were able to recover
themselves, and they rolled over and fell plump
into the pond close by, greatly to the astonishment
of the ducks and geese.
Notwithstanding her anxiety, Mrs. Morant could
not help smiling as she saw the men scrambling
and clutching at one another in their vain attempts
to save themselves. When they at last emerged,
dripping, from the pond, they presented an in-


describable appearance. Matthew, seeing Job
advancing with the flail-handle, thought it best to
beat a hasty retreat to the house immediately. He
was not followed.

s F __2_


" TOW, my lad," said Job to the servant,
Whom Mrs. Morant had known for a long
time,-" now, my lad, let's have a word. I didn't
mean to hurt you, and it is hard that you should
suffer for such a master as yours."
The domestic had already had cause to regret
his treatment by the farmer, but the wetting he
had undergone still rankled in his mind.
Look at the state your master has left my child
in," cried Mrs. Morant, as she indicated Charley's
swollen face.
"He has hurt me very much, Frank," added
"Poor little fellow!" said Frank, the peasant,
who had often made whistles and little whips for
Then Mrs. Morant, in order to make amends for
his involuntary bath, suggested to Frank that he
should call at the cottage and have a jug of good


cider, to which Job Little said he would add some
fine West India rum, to show there was no ill-
feeling. The man had no objection, and promised
to call some time during the day, and then he went
home to change his clothes.
"Give my compliments to your master," shouted
Job after him, "and tell him, as he doesn't know
his neighbours, that my mate, Anthony Morant,
is a bigger fellow than I am, and if ever your
cowardly master touches the child again, he'll
thrash him within an inch of his life. Good-bye,
no offence to you !"
As they were returning to the cottage, Charley
suddenly recollected the potatoes, so he and
little Fanny ran to the place where they had made
the fire, and found them nicely cooked, and only a
little burnt on the under side. The children then
hurried after the rest, and they all sat down to
dinner together.
After the meal was finished, Jenny drew her
mother aside, and said, Mother dear, don't you
think we can find a frock for that little girl? I
have two: may I give her one?"
Mrs. Morant praised her little daughter for her
good-nature, but reminded her that she would have
to wear her best every day, and then it would be
shabby on Sundays. But Jenny persevered and
gained her point, and running upstairs, soon

"Take it, it is Jenny's gift" (page 39).


returned with her every-day indoor frock,
which she handed joyously to Fanny. She hesi-
tated to accept it, and looked timidly at Mrs.
"Take it, my dear," said the good wife. "It is
Jenny's gift."
So Fanny took it gladly, and thanked her kind
friends, with tears in her eyes.
"'Look here," said Job suddenly; "well all go
up to Lanceton and buy dresses to-morrow, and
other things besides."
"That will be fun! "said the girls. Let us
But Mrs. Morant interposed. "To-morrow will
be Sunday," she said.
The children wanted to go at once, but then, no
one could look after the cows, so it was suggested
that a fishing excursion along the shore should
be attempted, only Charley could not go in that
case-what was to be done ?
I'll look after the cows," said Jenny, who was
always most unselfish.
But the little Fanny now volunteered. Let me
go," she said, I can take care of them."
"Then you won't see the shrimping," said Mrs.
Oh, never mind that," said Fanny; "I am too
tired to walk all along the beach, and besides, my


feet are too sore to climb over the rocks and
So it was arranged; and Fanny was delighted
to have an opportunity of doing something for the
peoplqwho had treated her so kindly. Nigger was
rather puzzled at first, but when told to follow
Fanny, he at last consented, and went off with
her and the animals very sedately.
Meanwhile Job was preparing the nets and other
fishing utensils for the expedition. Both the little
girls and Charley were supplied with landing nets
to contain anything they might catch in the pools
and lagoons, and away they all went, after strict
injunctions from their mother to be careful, for she
was unfortunately obliged to remain behind to look
after the house.
We all know that at certain periods the tide
recedes to a great distance. On these occasions
such fish as do not possess an almanack are fre-
quently left in the pools amongst- the rocks until
the tide flows again, and they can swim out to sea.
Sometimes these pools are deep and large, and
lobsters, crabs, and other shell-fish, as well as
flounders and flat-fish, live quietly in them without
troubling themselves about the ebb or flow. It
was amongst these pools that the children, armed
with long sticks, or with a sort of two-pronged
fork, went hunting about. They were fairly suc-


cessful. They managed to catch some small lobsters
and crabs. They captured limpets and star-fish,
and a sea-urchin, as well as some sand-eels and
several little fish.
But Job went out far over the wet sands, and cap-
tured many soles and small flat-fish, some of which
he would come and pop slyly into Jenny's basket or
into Rosie's net. Great was the joy and astonish-
ment when a flat-fish was found, for the girls could
not imagine howsuch a thing could have got in
Sometimes Job would drop one or two upon the
sand, and then the girls would race for it, Rosic
being generally the winner, as her little legs went
faster than her sister's.
While Job was engaged picking up such fish as
he thought good, he heard a great screaming from
Charley, who cried out for assistance.
"What's the matter ? said Job, as he came up.
"I've got an enormous lobster."
"Pull him out then !"
"I can't, he won't let me go-oh! he's pinch-
ing me dreadfully-oh!" and Charley screamed
with the pain.
Job only laughed at him, and putting his hand
down into a cleft of the rock he pulled out the
immense lobster.
"Here is the offender," he said; and in-
serting a splinter of wood between the tw-

" i've got an enormous lobster' (page 41).


branches of the claw, he released Charley's bruised
"Ah!" cried Charley, as he rubbed his fingers,
to his sisters, "see what a splendid lobster I've
"You've caught!" exclaimed Job, "why he
caught you! You shouldn't cry for such a trifle
as that, my lad."
"He pinched me very hard," said Charley;
Besides, I didn't cry-I only called out for you."
Oh, very well-come along, here's a fine dog-
fish,-we'll have him too!" said Job
"Let me catch him !" cried Rosie, "it is my
It was not so easy to capture this fish, which
was furnished with formidable teeth, and looked
so very savage that Rosie felt at first inclined to
retreat. But she was a brave child, and advanced
to bar the passage of the fish, which thereupon
opened his mouth and showed such terrible fangs
that Rosie retreated from the pool, amid the
laughter of her companions. This only stimulated
her to further efforts, so she quickly ran round,
and before the dog-fish was aware of her intentions
she dashed in and seized him by the back. In a
moment he was tossed into the net-a captive !
"Bravo! well done !" cried Job, who dispatched
the enemy with a blow on the head.


Rosie in her turn looked very proud, and was as
brave as possible, shouldering her stick like a soldier,
and was proceeding to take possession of the fish,
when Job said, "Mind, perhaps he isn't dead yet."
Rosie jumped back in terror-all her assumed
bravery vanished, and she soon found out by the
laughter of her brother and sister that the old
sailor was only playing her a trick.
And so the afternoon passed. They were all
very happy, but very tired, when they returned
home to supper and displayed their trophies, some
of which were cooked and eaten soon afterwards,
for the children were too tired to sit up for their
father that night. Fanny returned at seven o'clock,
having performed her task of shepherdess very well
indeed. She at once set about helping Mrs. Morant,
who was delighted to find her so handy and so
Anthony Morant returned at high water, and
when the boat was sighted Job went down to meet
his old friend and to bear a hand with the fish.
The old shipmates were delighted to meet each other
once again, and the supper was a very merry one.
"Who is that child ?" said Anthony, as Fanny
came in to assist as before. So Mrs. Morant told
him, and Job bore witness to her good-nature and
unselfishness. Anthony Morant patted her head
affectionately, and said a few kind words to her ere


she retired to her little bed in the small outbuilding
which had been hastily fitted up for her.
Next day was Sunday. They all went to church
in the forenoon. After dinner Job produced more
pretty things for the children-not forgetting
Fanny, and afterwards they walked along the
beach at low water, when Anthony and Job com-
pared notes of their former voyages together and
had a good laugh over old times.

1%' IF` q7r::4


W HILE Anthony and Job were smoking to-
gether that evening, the former asked what
his friend's plans were, and when he would sail.
Job replied that he had shipped on board the Mary
Ann, bound for Bombay, and would leave England
in a month, but he would have to be in London in
about eight days to superintend preparations.
Meantime you will remain here, of course,"
replied Anthony Morant.
"If my stay will not inconvenience you--"
"Certainly not. Why, you are one of the
family; we can't part with you."
Mrs.'Morant and the children all re-echoed the
"And Fanny may stay also?" added Charley,
while Jenny cast an imploring look at her mother,
who was very willing that the little wanderer should
remain; and so all was happily settled, and the

TBE STO[ M. 47
family soon retired to rest, as they had to be up
early to go out fishing next morning.
Charley, who entertained a secret hope that he
might be permitted to accompany his father, was
awake at daybreak, and at once jumped out of bed.
But unfortunately for his wishes, the fishermen had
already left the house, and by the time he had
reached the little quay the boat was some distance
out at sea.
Having thumped his head two or three times
with his closed hands by way of refreshment after
the disappointment, he returned home, feeling better,
let us hope, for the original treatment he had ad-
ministered to himself, and after a hearty breakfast
he started out with his charges as usual.
During the day the sky became overcast, and
the weather assumed a very threatening appear-
ance. The waves broke heavily upon the beach
with a dull roar, and the foam dashed up upon the
worn piles of the jetty. The wind' increased, the
sea ran high as the tide began to turn. 'Sea-birds
wheeled screaming above the cliffs as they struggled
to face the blast and were whirled away in the vain
contest against the rising wind. Soon a little knot
of women, anxious wives, for the most part, gathered
upon the pier, or climbed high upon the cliff to
scan the swelling ocean with tearful, loving eyes.
By-and-by a few of the smaller craft, which had

not ventured far out to sea, or which had put about
at the first signs of the coming tempest, reached
the harbour; but fears were openly expressed'for the
safety of the larger vessels exposed to the full fury
of the storm.
Before long the darkness increased, and the
elemental war broke forth in vivid lightning flashes
and deep thunder growls; at first distant, the peals
became nearer, the flashes more frequent and
dazzling. The sea seemed to rise also, and dashed
with terrible fury against the pier, or roared upon
the beach, rattling the shingle in its furious onset.
Still, in the brief pauses of the storm, those on shore
swept the horizon for the missing boats. At length
a sail was sighted.
"It is like one of our boats," the spectators said.
Then followed a period of deep anxiety, as one
by one the boats came tearing over the foaming
seas, now heeling over to the squalls, and anon
righting and plunging headlong into the waves,
which curved and foamed around the bows or
dashed aboard in spray. Three vessels reached the
port in safety, and making the total of boats seven.
Three more were still due, and Morant's was one
of these. An anxious time, indeed, for those on
shore! Towards evening another "smack" ap-
peared; the mast had gone, and one of the crew,
a lad, was missing, carried away by a terrific wave.


The survivors had done all in their power to save
the boy, but without success, and they had them-
selves barely escaped with life, to tell the tale
to the poor widowed mother, whose cup of sorrow
was already full.
"Has Anthony returned?" asked one of the
last comers.
"No. Why?"
"Because he was at least two miles to windward
of us, and I'm afraid -."
"He has sound timbers under him. He'll do
well, be sure."
Aye, aye; but hell have all his work cut out
to weather the Blue Point reef to-day on the
"Belay that," said another; "here's his wife
a-coming down."
Poor Marian had heard what the men said, the
fears of danger and the well-meant warning. Pale,
trembling, and with a fixed look in her eyes, she
strained her gaze over the sea.
There's something beating up by the Barnacles,"
cried a sailor, who was gazing intently through a
"Where? Oh let me see!" exclaimed Marian;
and seizing the glass, she looked long and steadily
at the approaching vessel.
"It is Anthony," she cried.

Where P Oh let me see'" (page 49).

God grant that he may be able to run in,"
muttered an old fisherman piously.
"Let me see !" cried a woman whose husband
was missing in the third boat still out.
"It's Anthony, sure enough," said a sailor after
a pause.
Oh, may Heaven have mercy upon him," prayed
Marian fervently, as she watched the boat now
rapidly approaching in spite of the ebbing tide and
furious sea.
Before long the forms on board could be dis-
tinguished. There were three men visible. The
crew was usually composed of Anthony, a sailor,
and a boy. On this occasion Job had accom-
panied them; who was missing? It was a terrible
moment for Marian, who, with the telescope, en-
deavoured to distinguish the features of those on
board. But in a few minutes she had seen enough
to assure her that Anthony was not amongst them,
and the poor woman looked around upon the faces
of her companions. Their pitiful. looks and evi-
dent sympathy revealed to her the sad truth; but
even then she would not credit the evidence of her
loss. With trembling hands she again raised the
telescope to her eyes.
The boat came dashing on, apparently unable to
resist the shock of each breaking wave; but every
time the taut little vessel rose and shook the foam


from her dripping deck as she struggled bravely
towards the shore. Job was at the helm, a hand-
kerchief bound about his temples, while his left arm
was thrust helplessly into the breast of his pilot
jacket. The lad, twelve years old, was doing all in
his power to assist him, while the remaining "hand"
took in the dripping sails.
On came the boat; it was no use attempting to
make the harbour, so Job drove her upon the beach,
where in a short time she was hauled out of danger
by a hundred willing hands, aided by the waves
whichhad beenhitherto soanxious for herdestruction.
The boat fell gradually over on the shingle.
Marian rushed to Job as he descended, and cried,
"My husband where is my husband ? "
"It has pleased God to take him," replied the
sailor, as tears trickled down his cheeks.
Poor Mrs. Morant's grief was painful to witness,
but Job strove to comfort her. "He died doing
his duty, like a brave fellow as he was," said the
hardy sailor. ".He was endeavouring to save the
crew of a boat that foundered, when the boom
knocked him overboard. I leaped after him, and
should have perished but for the efforts of that
brave fellow yonder," he added, indicating the sailor
whose son had also been on board, and he put his
arms affectionately around the widow's neck in a
vain endeavour to console her.


Job and his companions succeeded in inducing
poor Marian to return home; but when she reached
the house which her dear husband would never
behold again, her grief broke forth anew. The
innocent caresses of the children also added to
her sorrow, for they could not understand their
"But father will come back soon, won't he?"
said Charley.
"Of course," replied Rosie.
Jenny wept in silence; Fanny wished that she
could have taken the place of the dead, for she was
terrified at the catastrophe and its results.
Mrs. Morantwas a brave, trustful woman. Her
piety and her deep affection for her children assisted
her to conquer her grief. After a few days she
began to go about her household concerns, and she
found great consolation in Jenny's assistance and
sympathy. Charley also did his best; but the death
of his father had plunged them all into a sort of
stupor, and Charley would pass whole days upon
the beach, looking at the sea and wondering whether
father would ever come. Fanny would call him
to his meals; but only one woid, "Father," ever
escaped him at that time.
The boat was soon repaired by Job when he had
recovered from the injuries he had sustained, and
then he went out fishing again with the man and


the boy who had been his companions that terrible
day. For, as Kingsley so touchingly writes,
"Men must work and women must weep."
Indeed, there are still many such sad days; but the
devotion and courage exhibited on' these occasions,
and the noble self-denial so frequently shown by
sufferers, should serve us for an example of true
Christian charity.
Job was an instance of this.
Job obtained permission to remain at Landsee-
combe; but at the end of a month, as he was
about to leave, he asked Marian what her plans
for the future were.
I intend to let our boat to Andrew," (the sailor);
"he will fish and give me half the profits."
"Well, that's the best thing you can do; and
your son-what about Charley?"
"He is so young yet," she replied.
I was a cabin boy at his age," said Job.
Do not.press me now, Job; I am so unhappy, I
cannot make up my mind to anything. Let him
remain at home for a year or so. I dread letting
him go to sea."
"But he wishes to do so. Don't be unreason-
able. He is a good boy, though rather lazy."j
"That is my fault," replied Marian.
"Well, perhaps so; but we will talk of this again."


"Yes, next year, when you have come backfrom
your voyage."
"All right. But meantime, I beg of you to
accustom your son to a seafaring life. Let him
learn all he can. Now do be reasonable about this,
my good soul, and pray do not cry so bitterly. Try
to look upon this as the work of God; and though
hard to bear, remember it is His will."
"Yes, Job; but when I think of what the sea
has already cost me, I cannot keep up as I wish."
Job endeavoured to console her, and not without
success. During the few days that still remained
he put the boat to rights, and repaired it thoroughly.
He spoke to Andrew about serving Mrs. Morant
faithfully, and at last took his departure, carrying
with him the regrets and good wishes of all.
Next day, when Marian was putting away the
linen, she found a small leather purse full of money.
It was Job's purse; he had given her every farthing
he possessed in the world.
After Job's departure, everyone was extremely
kind to the poor widow and her children. The
curate offered to teach Fanny to read and write,
greatly to her delight; and then she, in her turn,
instructed Charley in the evenings when he came
in from the fields. She encouraged him and forced
him to learn his letters, and soon, with herassistance,
he was able to read his prayers. Then the kind

" She encouraged him to learn (paqe 55)


curate, seeing how matters stood, took Charley him-
self, and at the end of -three months the lad knew
as much as Fanny. He quickly picked up know-
ledge, and, furnished with a geography and an atlas,
he used to study hard during the day while he was
out in the fields minding the cattle, for that was the
only task his indulgent mother imposed upon him.


O NE morning, some months after Job's
departure, Charley had gone out to mind
the animals, but had fallen fast asleep upon a heap
of stones by the roadside. This, even for him,
very unusual laziness was induced by his toils on
board the fishing-boat the night previous, for he was
now learning the business of a fisherman. He was
very comfortably asleep, when he was suddenly
awakened by a fall, or rather by the sudden falling
away of the stones on which he was resting. He
opened his eyes,-and greatly to his astonishment
perceived Job standing over him. Charley jumped
up and threw himself into his friend's arms.
After their greetings were over, Job asked
Charley what he was doing.
"Minding the animals," was the reply.
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed Job. "Pray, where
are the animals ?"


"Why, Bellona is- here Charley stopped
suddenly, for the cow had, as usual, taken advan-
tage of the circumstances and had wandered into a
neighboring plantation. The other animals had
also gone in search of other pasture while Charley
was sleeping.
"You had better get them, together," said Job,
" and then we can have a chat."
Job spoke very seriously, and his manner im-
pressed Charley very much. So he quickly collected
his charges, with the assistance of Nigger, and then
sat down beside his friend to hear what he had to
You are now nearly twelve years old, my lad,"
began Job, "and it is quite time you thought of
making yourself useful; not only for the present,
but in order to earn a livelihood. What do you
wish to become ?"
A sailor, of course," replied Charley.
"You have quite made up your mind to that ?"
Yes, quite. I don't want to remain here as a
Carter's lad, and besides- "
"Well, besides ? asked Job.
"When I am a sailor I shall be able to earn some-
thing for mother," replied Charley.
"Bravo!" exclaimed his friend. "Spoken like
your father's son. You will be a brave fellow such
as he, I've no doubt. Now, if you have the reso-


lution to do so, we had better be off at
"At once! To-day, do you mean?"
"In a day or two. Your mother works for you,
and works too hard. She is very indulgent, and you
must not be a burthen upon her."
Do boys get well paid on board ship ?" asked
Ah! well. You'll not make your fortune the
first year, at any rate," replied the sailor dryly, "so
you cannot count upon supporting your family
immediately. But you may be at ease upon that
point. You will be paid more as you grow older,
and meantime I will take care that your mother
does not want."
"Oh, thank you, thank you," cried Charley,
clasping Job's hand.
Will you sail with me, then ?"
Oh, Job, that is the very thing of all others I
should wish to do !"
Very good, I will go now and prepare your
mother for your departure; she has quite enough
trouble without having to look after you, boy.
Rosie can mind the cows quite as well as you. So
for the present, good-bye."
Mrs. Morant was very grieved at the idea of
parting with her son, but her heart told her that
Job was right, so she endeavoured to hide her


sorrow, and set about to make preparations for
Charley's outfit.
We must, however, explain the circumstances
under which Job had returned before we continue
our narrative. Job had shipped for a voyage in
the John Brown, one of the largest traders be-
longing to the Eastern Ship Company, and as it
happened, two influential officers of the Company
had embarked also on the John Brown to visit
some of the branch offices in various localities
abroad. The captain had orders to conform to their
instructions, and the limit of the voyage was in no
way fixed. It might last a couple of years, or more;
but Job did not think it necessary to mention this
little fact to Mrs. Morant.
In consequence of the importance of the expedi-
tion, the Company were very desirous to obtain the
best crew available. Job, who had been known to
Captain Thompson for years as an excellent hand,
was of course included, and the good old sailor
had procured the captain's permission to engage
Charley, having answered for him that he would
make himself useful. It was further discovered,
that Anthony Morant, Charley's father, had served
under Captain Thompson in the Naval Reserve,
so there was less difficulty in acceding to the
application so kindly made by Job, who had per-
mission to bring Charley with him. Captain

" Every time a storm came she was terrified" (page 65).


Thompson, being of the same county as Anthony
Morant, having learnt that the widow was in very
reduced circumstances, very generously gave Job
some money to be expended upon Charley's outfit,
and despatched the trusty tar to Landseccombe with
instructions to bring Charley up to London with
him as soon as possible. The result we have already


T HERE was no time to be lost. The John
1 Brown was nearly ready for sea, so Mrs.
Morant, assisted by the captain's gift, quickly pro-
cured Charley's outfit. Meantime, all sorts of
anticipations as to Charley's future were indulged in
by the little girls, who tried to comfort poor Mrs.
Morant by prophesying all good fortune for her
son. At last the preparations were completed, and
the day of departure arrived. All felt the
parting deeply. The brother and sisters kissed
each other affectionately, and Charley went out
by himself to take a melancholy farewell of his
late charges, which rubbed their heads against him
and seemed as if they quite understood the farewell
words he addressed to them. Nigger would not
leave his master for an instant. As Charley re-
turned to the house, he met little Fanny. The
children embraced each other warmly and tearfully.

Mrs. Morant and his sisters came with the travellers
part of the way in the van lent by a farmer. At
Lanceton they were obliged to part.
Good-bye, my darling boy," cried the poor
mother. Good-bye; be brave and true like your
father. God bless and protect you."
At length they were obliged to tear themselves
away. Charley and Job got up on the coach, which
soon started. Nigger ran after it, but was sent
back and secured by Rosie with her handkerchief.
The poor dog howled piteously as his master dis-
appeared, and when he was out of sight the sor-
rowful group returned to the house, which now
appeared perfectly desolate. Mrs. Morant's grief
returned. The thought of her lost husband came
back to her with greater force. Every time a storm
came up she was terrified for fear that Charley was
exposed to it, though by that time he was far away
at sea, and probably quite out of that tempest which
blew upon the coast. But a mother's heart is ever
alarmed for her children. Sometimes, when the
storm broke forth, Mrs. Morant and her daughters
would all kneel down together to pray for Charley's.
safety, and they felt calm and reassured when
they rose from their knees.
We will not attempt to describe Charley's aston-
ishment on his arrival in the Metropolis, and his
admiration for the Docks and the Pool, which he


described as a "forest of masts.". Job was very
much amused by his remarks and observations, and
for a day or two took him about to show him a few
sights. After the third day, however, finding that
Charley was gaining more self-possession, he deter-
mined to introduce him to Captain Thompson.
Amongst the crew of the John Brown were two
men who had sailed with Job before, and who had
known Anthony Morant also. To these men Job
introduced Charley, so that he might have some pro-
tection in case of Job's absence. One of the sailors
was a regular rough old sea-dog, and growled out his
words rather than spoke. He was also a West-
countryman, and his name was Peters. The other
was quite a different-looking man. He vas an
Irishman named Connor, a cheerful, pleasant fel-
low, full of fun and ready for mischief or duty as
might happen. But these men were great friends
and almost inseparable companions, though so
opposite in appearance and disposition. The Irish-
man was always teasing and joking with his
comrade, who detested a joke, and threatened to
thrash the merry Hibernian many times a day; but
he never meant his threats to be taken seriously,
as was well understood, although he did get very
angry sonietimes.
It was in a small coffee-house that Charley first
met these men. Peters at once accosted him by


asking his name in a rough tone, and offering him
some spirits, which Charley at once declined.
Connor, on the other hand, called him, and placing
the lad before him, asked him if he knew how
monkeys ate sugar in the East Indies. Charley
said No. So the Irishman called for some lumps
of sugar, and put one in Charley's mouth. "Now
bite it," he said.
Charley bit it, thinking this was rather a pleasant
"Well," said Connor, "have you eaten it?
Yes," said Charley, wondering what was coming
Then that's the way monkeys eat it in the East
Indies," replied Connor, laughing at Charley's
puzzled expression.
"I suppose you'll be giving him chocolate and
ices next," growled old Peters. ."Bah! Here, boy,
here's sixpence for you; now if you buy sweets
with that I'll cut you in pieces with a hatchet. Be
off, make sail! "
Charley lost no time in going outside the door,
where he amused himself watching an organ-man
and his monkey till Job rejoined him. Then they
wentinsearchof Captain Thompson, and fortunately
met him near the docks.
So this is the lad, eh ? said he.
"Yes, your honour," replied Job

"How long have you been here ?"
Three days or so, your honour."
"Why did you not bring him to me at once ?"
Job hesitated. He had kept the lad away till
his homesickness had in a measure worn off, and
till he was more himself. Job did not like to say
this to the Captain, who continued,-
You wished to form his character, perhaps. Is
that the reason you took him to that house yonder,
where he has learnt to drink and smoke, most
"Sir," replied Job proudly, "I only took him
there for a few moments to introduce him to my
mates,-friends of his late father, too.'
"That is a different thing," replied the Captain;
"but you would have done better not to have gone
there at all. As he grows up he will be more likely
to imitate the faults than the virtues of those with
whom he associates."
As he was speaking, Captain Thompson laid his
hand upon Charley's head, and afterwards turning
to him, he said,-
You have an honest face, my boy. You are
like your father, too; I remember him well. He was
a fine sailor."
He then continued to talk to Charley, who was
able to answer with spirit. The Captain found his
first impressions confirmed. We shall soon make

" 'You have an honest face, my boy' (page 68).


something out of him," he said. The shell is
thick, but the kernel is good. Can you read and
write, boy?"
"Yes, sir," replied Charley.
"Do you know arithmetic ?"
"A little, sir."
"Well then, from to-day you may consider
yourself as belonging to my ship. Write to your
mother; tell her that the Captain knew her late
husband and, will look after you."
Charley thanked him, and touched his cap, and
Job made a bow as the Captain turned away. Next
day they went on board the John Brown. Charley
was immediately set to work. The first day he got
on very well, the novelty kept him amused; but the
next day he found his work very irksome. Thanks,
however, to Job and his two friends, Charley man-
aged very well. To work properly, one must be
accustomed to work in other places besides one's
own house. Children often fancy that they will
find more indulgence and liberty away from home
while the contrary is really the case.
Before Charley left the docks he wrote to his
mother. The composition of this letter cost him
much time and trouble, for he had great difficulty
in expressing himself to his satisfaction, and the
letter took a long time to finish. Here it is:-


"I am very well, and I hope you are the same,
and also Jenny, Rosie, and Fanny. We shall sail
in eight days, I am working very hard, dear mother,
and sometimes I don't like it; but Job says,
' Rememberyourmother, who has worked all her life
for you,' so my courage comes again. The captain
is very kind to me. He tapped me on the cheek
the other day, but boxed another boy's ears. But
Bernard, that is the boy's name, is very funny; I
cannot help laughing at him, he says such amusing
things; but whether they are true or not I cannot
tell We have had one little fight; he is bigger
than I am, but I like him all the same. He can
smoke and drink spirits, but Job won't let me try,
because he says you would be unhappy if I did, so
I won't.
"Now that I am growing up a man and see how
difficult it is to earn money, I understand how good
and kind you and father have been. I wish I could
be rich and help you, and then neither you nor my
sisters need work any more, but eat and drink the
verynicestthings, and have plenty of cider. I would
have such a nice little house, and a farmyard, and a
boat on a pond. You should all be beautifully
dressed, and Fanny should always live with us.
I have a shilling in my purse, and want to send it
to you, but Job says I had better wait till I come


back. He and Peters and'Connor are all very kind
-to me. Connor tells such funny stories.
... "We have plenty to eat, I assure you, and I often
wish to put some food in my pocket for sisters.
Tell Jenny to write me a long, long letter if you
have not time, and tell me all about home. Do
the animals obey Rosie? I have seen such big
cows since I came here, but the milk is not nearly
so good as ours is. Bernard says in some countries
the animals browse on tall trees; but I don't believe
that. Tell Rosie to kiss Nigger for me. I always
cry when I think of him, but Connor says it is not
manly for a boy to cry, so I don't now-when he
can see me. I wish I could give you a kiss, dear
mother. Tell FannyI often think of her, and I love
her because she is fond of you.
"Now as I have no more to say, I must stop
writing. I have been three days writing this, and
it makes me giddy. With hundreds of kisses to
you and all, dear mother, I am
"Your affectionate son,

Eight days after the despatch of this letter the
John Brown sailed for the Brazils;

T O those who are unaccustomed to sleep in a
hammock there are more comfortable rest-
ing-places than that bit of canvas suspended from
the beams.
The first night Charley passed in his hammock
was, at any rate, a most uncomfortable one. Every
movement of the vessel shook him, and when he
arose in the morning he felt as if he had received
a good beating.
"It will be all right sixty'years hence," said Job;
"you will not be able to sleep in anything else
then. Don't forget, my lad, that you are lucky in
getting aboard such a vessel as the John Brown,
and that you have the chance of becoming a sailor."
Soon after this they went on deck, where the
speed of the ship was being determined by the log.
This is a triangular piece of wood which, thrown


into the water, remains stationary, while the cord
attached to it is rapidly unrolled as the vessel pro-
ceeds. In about a minute the quantity of rope
unwound from the reel enables the sailors to
calculate the rate of progression. This is called
"heaving the log."
This is a very important business," said Job to
Charley, for we have to enter every day in the
log-book the rate we are going, our course, the
direction of the wind, any accidents that may
occur, what vessels we meet; in fact, it is quite a
diary or journal of all that we note on board.
This duty is performed by the officer of the watch,
who is relieved every four hours.t The watches
are known, also, as starboard and larboard watches,

The log is so leaded that it swims upright, its flat top
and its weight preventing it from moving through the
water, though it will float. The log-line is divided into
lengths by knots, so that sailors can tell the rate by
observing how many lengths run out. Each length bears
the same proportion to a geographical mile as half a
minute to an hour. Therefore, by observing how many
knots in the cord are run out in half a minute the sailors find
that the ship is going just that same number of geographical
miles an hour. A geographical mile, or "knot," is more
than a statute mile. So, a ship running twelve knots"
is going about fourteen miles in an hour.
t The day and night are divided into watches," lasting
four hours, except the time between four and eight in
the afternoon. This watch is divided into two, when ,


according as they are on the starboard or aboardd
side of the ship."
"But," said Charley, who was all this time
intently watching the log-line, "why are there
so many knots on the rope ?"
"Have you noticed that the knots occur at
regular intervals? Very well. The man who
holds the cord counts them as they pass his fingers.
He then calculates how many knots the ship is
going in a certain time."
Charley was pleased to learn this, and he also
noted, with great satisfaction, that there were a
number of sheep on board, besides a cow and a
goat. He felt quite at home now, and decided to
make the acquaintance of these animals.
Job, however, began to instruct his young friend
practically in the duties of his calling, and desired
him to ascend the main-top. To do this, Charley
was obliged to climb up the shrouds, ropes which
we have all noticed fastened like ladders to the sides
of the masts of all ships. The mast is not all in
one piece; it is really composed of three separate
lengths. At the top of the pieces are little plat-
forms, called "tops." The first platform of the

change of men, or "hands" as they may be called, is
made in the watches," so that the same men are not on
always at the same time every day. These two-hour
periods are known as dog watches."

"Heaving the log" (paqre 75).

main-mast is called main-top," the mast above it
is the main-top-mast, and its sail is the main-top-
sail. The next mast is the main-top-gallant mast,
which is surmounted by the "royal" masts, and
on top of all is a button-like knob called the
Unfortunately for Charley's success, his young
friend Bernard had told him seriously that the
cat-hole," an opening in the top (through which
novices ascend, but which no. sailor uses), was
occupied by an enormous cat- which never quitted
its post by night or day-and the boy had added,
"It is accustomed to old sailors, but it bites
and scratches, any new-comer cruelly, so look out !"
An apprentice and two able-bodied sailors had
confirmed this statement, so Charley was in a
terrible fright when Job told him to go up to the
main-top-gallant cross-trees. He ascended the
shrouds very slowly, therefore, and Job told him to
go faster. As he got nearer and nearer to the "top"
his courage failed, and Job cried out, vexed at his
"Are you not going up as you are told ?"
Bernard and the apprentice were all this time in
fits of laughter, and Job seized a rope's end, and
was about to follow Charley, in order to expedite
his progress, when the Captain, who was looking
on, cried out,-


"Are you afraid, my lad ?"
These words, and this doubt of his courage, roused
Charley's pride, and in another moment he had
passed the dreaded cat-hole, and was clinging to
the cross-trees. He soon was ordered down again,
but before he had been on deck long a scuffle was
heard. The noise was caused by Charley and
Bernard. The former had at once rushed at the
joker, and was thrashing him, when the Captain
interfered and separated the combatants.
"My lad," he said to Charley, "you must not
fight on board my ship. You should not be put out
by such a joke as that. You must take your turn
as others do. But, Bernard," he continued, "you
must be careful that your wit does not carry you
too far, or some day the master-at-arms will have
to pay you what you will deserve with his cane."
But this warning did not prevent the volatile
youth from proceeding to other jokes as oppor-
tunities arose. One day he sent Charley to the cook
with a message, as from the surgeon, to desire him
to broil the wings of a flying-fish for luncheon. Un-
fortunately, the cook had got into disgrace about
the fowls he had lately sent up to the cabin table,
for the six birds had come in with only four wings
and five legs between them. The Captain would
not admit that nature had been so unkind to
these particular fowls, so he stopped the cook's


ration of spirits. When, therefore, Charley arrived
with the supposed message from the surgeon to
cook two wings of a flying-fish, the cook replied
by a buffet which nearly knocked the boy down.
Charley returned very crest-fallen to his com-
rades, who received him with shouts of laughter.
"Well, what did the cook say?" inquired
"This is his answer," replied Charley, generously
giving Bernard the blow which he had received
from the cook. A battle at once ensued, which
was quickly stopped by the second officer, who
ordered Bernard a caning by the master-at-arms,
which was at once applied, notwithstanding
Charley's request to share the punishment, which
he said he deserved for having been so easily
But Bernard, even in his suffering, tried to con-
sole Charley. "It won't kill me," he said; "but I
can't help playing tricks, I wish I could. Look at
the consequences," he added, as he turned his
scarred shoulders- round for Charley's inspection.
But the lesson was not lost upon either of the

^ '142 W


ONE day when Charley was working at his
arithmetic-for he had promised his mother
to do so whenever he could-Mr. Villiers, the Com-
pany's Inspector, approached and asked him what
he was doing. Charley showed him his sum, and
the gentleman asked why he worked so hard alone.
"I promised my mother to do so, sir," replied
Do you like reading?" asked Mr. Villiers.
"I think I do, sir."
"Think!" exclaimed his new acquaintance.
"Are you not sure ?"
"I used not to like it, sir; but now I am begin-
ning to like it better."
"I am sorry I have few books suited to you.
But if you will come to my cabin I will see what I
can do."

-3.. "'

"Mr. Villiers asked what he was doing" (page 8u).


Charley thanked him, but as he was not per-
mitted to go aft except when on duty, Job was
obliged to run the risk of punishment and take him
to Mr. Villiers. Charley had much improved lately,
he had lost his sleepy look, and now appeared more
what he really was-a good, honest, and intelligent
lad. His frankness pleased his new friend, who
frequently sent for him afterwards, and employed
him in his cabin. Here Charley became very use-
ful, and at last quite won Mr. Villiers' favour.
That gentleman gave him instruction in mathe-
matics also, and Charley did all he could to
But about this time they were nearing the
equator, where, according to custom, the ceremony
of Neptune's baptism is performed on all who
have not previously crossed the Line. The Captain
gave the desired permission, and when the great
day arrived, the announcement of Father Neptune's
intended arrival was made by a sailor dressed as
a postilion, who, riding upon a broomstick and
cracking an immense whip, sought an interview
with the Captain on the quarter-deck. The Captain
stopped in his walk; and, in reply to the courier,
said that he would be happy to receive Father
Neptune and his wife on board. The postilion
retired in such a hurry that his great spurs caught
together and threw him down, whereupon he beat


his wooden steed for having thrown him; and,
amid much laughter, he disappeared to inform
Father Neptune of the Captain's pleasure.
Meantime, the passengers and ship's officers
were assembling upon the quarter-deck to receive
Neptune and his court. The Captain placed him-
self in front of the group. Soon a horrible noise,
made by a clarionette, a violin, some saucepan-
lids, and a small barrel used as a drum, announced
Neptune's arrival on board. Two sailors in long
green beards, wrapped in cloaks hanging toga-
fashion, and carrying boarding axes, preceded
his Majesty of the Sea. Then Father Neptune,
who was no other than our friend Connor,
appeared. He was dressed in pasteboard armour
covered with gilt-paper. His long hair and beard
descended to his knees. He carried a trident and
a shield; a saucepan lid did duty for a watch.
His tender spouse accompanied him. She was
personated by the apprentice, and wore a short sea-
green skirt and a tremendous bonnet made of paper
and covered with sea-birds' feathers. She carried
a doll, which she caressed unceasingly. Behind
Neptune and his wife came his attendants, all
fantastically dressed, dancing, and singing, and
laughing. As soon as Neptune approached the
Captain he commanded silence, and made a long
speech, to which the Captain replied and gave:him


permission to dip those who had not crossed the
Line before.
Amongst these was Charley, who had been warned
by Job not to resent anything that was done.
Charley promised. In time he was called, and,
seated upon a plank placed over an immense tub
of water, waited His Marine Majesty's pleasure.
Neptune asked his name, and then read him a
lecture on the duties of boys on board ship. He
made him take a certain oath to be faithful, and
while Charley was repeating it the plank was
withdrawn and he was soused into the water.
But while the sailors were amusing themselves
the Captain's experienced eyes perceived symptoms
of an approaching storm. So the word was passed
forward to make "all snug," and the frolics of
Father Neptune and his court came to an end.





T HIE storm soon burst with great fury, and
the ship plunged fearfully, dipping her bow-
sprit into the sea, and throwing the spray high over
the deck. The sailors, except those whose presence
on deck was absolutely necessary, were kept below.
Mr. Villiers, however, insisted upon remaining on
the poop, where he stood watching the storm. At
length, an enormous wave struck the vessel, and ere
she could right herself another came along, and
breaking, dashed with terrific force over the quarter,
and swept across the poop. The men at the wheel,
who were lashed to it, were able to resist the force
of the sea, but Mr. Villiers was swept away in an
instant. .
"Man overboard!" was the terrible cry that rang
through the ship, and ere the word had been passed


a second warning came: "Another man over-
It was too true. The second was our friend
Charley, who had perceived Mr. Villiers stagger as
the wave struck him, and with great presence of
mind had seized a rope coiled on deck, and leaped
after him into the raging sea. Fortunately, he was
a splendid swimmer, but the risk was very great.
Charley, however, did not think of that; all his
anxiety was for his benefactor.
Charley struggled manfully against the breaking
seas; but in spite of all his efforts, Mr. Villiers
seemed carried away from him. Yet both continued
to keep afloat; and at length, Charley, having
secured a life-buoy which had been flung over-
board, managed to reach Mr. Villiers, and both
clinging to it were ultimately picked up by the boat
despatched to their assistance. When he was
hoisted into the boat Charley was almost uncon-
scious, and his fingers had contracted so tightly
round the cordage of the life-buoy that his pre-
servers had some difficulty to unclasp them.
When he recovered, Charley was loudly praised
by all for his courage and devotion. Job and
Connor were delighted, while old Peters growled
out, "Ah, my lad, when I saw you eating the sugar
that day I didn't think you had so much pluck."
The worthy sailor had never yet digested that



sugar, evidently. Charley's heroic conduct was duly
entered in the log-book, and the captain congratu-
lated the lad warmly. Mr. Villiers, who had re-
tained his presence of mind in a wonderful manner
all through, was very demonstrative in his thanks
and praises to his young preserver, from which
Charley escaped at length and went forward, where
he was received by the crew with three cheers.
"Charley, my lad," exclaimed Connor, who
would have his joke at any time, "I appoint you
my Colonel of 'Plungers,' Horse Marines, if you
like, and this shall be your Albert Medal." He
fastened a huge saucepan-lid to Charley's vest as he
spoke, but immediately grasped his hand with a
warmth that told the boy that his conduct was
highly appreciated by his Hibernian messmate.
The tempest soon blew itself out, and then the
John Brown was enabled to lie her regular course,
from which she had been lately scudding" before
the storm. During the evening Mr. Villiers and
Captain Thompson had a walk on the quarter-deck,
and the quarter-master, who had the wheel, and
could not help overhearing something of their con-
versation, said that Charley was the subject of it.
All he could understand, however, was that Mr.
Villiers had some plan for Charley's future employ-
ment, and the captain was rather opposed to its
being carried out. Let him grow up and let hia


character form itself first," said the captain. "He
will thank you later for having waited." But what
was Mr. Villiers' project? That the sailor could
not tell Job when he questioned him.
Charley, though a very good boy, had his faults.
Deeds of daring are common enough among sailors,
and after a few days Charley's exploit ceased to
be spoken of, if not forgotten. Unfortunately,
when Charley found that no one spoke about it,
he began to talk about it himself. This passed once
or twice without remark, but the third time, Peters
said to him, roughly, "Let us alone, will you?
Don't come here talking about your doings; get
out, you young monkey."
Seeing the lad was retiring, half-crying, Connor
caught him by the arm and said, "I must tell you
why Peters spoke to you so unkindly. What you
did the other day was splendid, particularly for a
boy like you, but you mustn't be always talking
about it. Every man on board has, I suppose, done
as much; and what a nice time we should have if
all were to be perpetually chattering about their
grand deeds, eh? Praise, my boy, should come to
you; don't you seek it, d'ye hear ?"
Because a fellow is brave he should not be vain,"
added Job.
Yes, I understand," said Charley, much abashed,
and nearly crying.

" Because a fellow is brave he should not be vain,'" added Job.


"Now look at me," continued Connor, with a
smile. "Look at me. One day, in the middle of
the night, I saved a whole coach full of people,
besides three cats and two dogs, from the stomach
of a whale. You never hear me talk about that."
How did you do it ? asked Job, laughing.
Why, I spliced a cable round one of the wheels
of the coach. The other end of the rope I tied
round a cannon-ball, loaded the gun, fired it, and
so drew out the coach, passengers, horses, dogs,
and the three elephants- "
You said cats just now," said Charley.
"Well, cats; but they had caught so many mice
inside the whale that they had grown as big as
elephants," said Connor.
As Connor told this story very gravely, everyone
laughed, and Charley more than any one. This was
the result aimed at by the good-natured Irishman,
and all was well again, for Charley profited by the
lesson he had received.
After an uneventful voyage they arrived at Rio
Janeiro, and during that time Mr. Villiers took
much notice of Charley, and permitted him to read
and study in his cabin whenever the captain's per-
mission could be obtained.
Rio Janeiro, the capital of Brazil, is a town
containing about 200,000 inhabitants, composed of
whites, mulattos, negroes, and Indians. The last-

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