Launch the lifeboat!

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Launch the lifeboat!
Walton, O. F. Mrs. ( Author, Primary )
Rhodes, Henry John ( Illustrator )
Religious Tract Society (Great Britain) ( Publisher )
Meissner & Buch ( Printer )
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Physical Description:
44 p. : col. ill. ; 22 cm.


Subjects / Keywords:
Lifeboats -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Shipwrecks -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Sailors -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Parent and child -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Rescues -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children and death -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Christian life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Baldwin -- 1880
Spatial Coverage:
England -- London
Target Audience:
juvenile ( marctarget )


General Note:
Contains prose and verse
Preservation and Access for American and British Children's Literature, 1870-1889 (NEH PA-50860-00).
Statement of Responsibility:
by Mrs. O.F. Walton, author of "Peep behind the scenes," "Little Dot," etc.; the drawings by H.J. Rhodes.

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W HEN I was a boy I thought August was
Sthe happiest month in the year. I
liked December too, for Christmas came
in it, with the Christmas-tree
and all sorts of good things.
July was almost as nice, for
my birthday was on the six-
tecnilh, .-ian I always had a ,
tableful I..f -Pre ents. But, alter
all, there was no month
like A-\ugust, for in August
J w: a l'.ays went to the aea- idc.
S\\ hat fun w\e had. through that holiday
,. ..'. month' There is >omncthing in the sea which
lwa' ,l\\'a\N makes me feel in good spirits.
S\Vhen tlic \\avcr o r cIr.lling in and dash
_, r hie r.clks. when the sea birds fly
Sverh-ad, with their strange
cries mwhen the white foam
.,n tile shure sparkles in
.the sunshine, even
no:w that I have
somrne gray
S- '" hairs in my
S" -- head I feel


again, and ready to skip for and we looked round and saw
joy. Jonah standing near us. He was
I felt very wild the day I first an old fisherman whom we had
spoke to old Jonah. Hilda and often seen walking on the beach,
I had been running on the rocks but we had never spoken to him
looking for crabs and sea ane- before.
mones, and Daisy had been "Dinner-bell, little Missy?" he
paddling in a shallow sandy pool, said. "Begging your pardon for.
and filling her little bucket with hearing what you was saying--
water. It was a fresh, bright, dinner-bell, did ye say? It's a
windy day, and there was not a funny kind of a dinner that bell
cloud on the sky. 0 rings for! What do you think
"Mother," said Hilda, as we they give us for dinner when
sat down to rest, "what is that that bell calls us? Not roast
big bell hanging between beef and plum-pudding, I can tell
two posts near the coast- you!"
guard's house? Daisy I /
calls it the sailors'
Somebody laugh-
ed when Hilda
said that,



"Is it soup?" asked Daisy in a
melancholy voice. For Daisy did
-- 3 not like soup, and always
Slouked very dismal when
S it appeared on the table.
Thi'n old Jonah laughed
'' t: thanI ever, and asked us
\\Iw thl-ught salt water and
-sa-weed would make
S-g,.,od soup. "But," said
hre. "it you want to hear an
-II .ail_,r's yarn, come down
\Ik illlder the shelter of the fishing-
[boatI to_-m,:,rrow morning, when
I'm nme ..Iling my nets, and I'll
Stt-ll \:,u he story of the last
tiIme that bell rang."
'R Did you ever see Mother
Car,:vs chickens, Missy?" said
old Jonah, as we
sat down
% .beside him
the next
S -"-No," said
R r Hilda,





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S"we don't know many people here.
.,'f I -:. 'A Does Mother Carey live in one of
the cottages near the shore?
SOh, how old Jonah laughed then!
"No, I couldn't tell you where
Ss she lives," he said; "nor who she is
S neither, for the matter of that."
"Did you ever see her
Chickens then, Jonah?"
Said I.
'"Ay, many a time, my
boy," he said. "I'll tell-
you what we sailors mean by Mother
Carey's chickens. They are sea
birds which come when there's
going to be a storm, and fly low
over the water. We never like '"
to see them; we know there's ,,."' .
bad weather coming wh( ii
she sends her chickens
out. I never knew _.- .
Mother Carey send us
so many chickens
as she did on
that after-
noon I'm*
going to
tell you .
about. ,
My lit le lad a ,-.
and lass were ',


playing on the beach, and they waves came right over the top
came running home to say they of the harbour and dashed against
thought Mother Carey must be our cottage wall.
cleaning her hen-house, and had Do you know our cottage,
turned all her chickens out at once. Miss Hilda?
'It's going to be a rough night, Stand up, and you can see it.
Polly,' said I to my old woman; There it is, just above the har-
and I went out on the pier yonder bour. Well, you see how far
to have a bit of a chat with below it the sea is now. But
Peter. He's our old coastguard that night, the waves swept across
man is Peter, Master Stanley. the road between our cottage
You must go and see him some and the harbour, and the spray
day. beat against the bed-room win-
Peter was very busy with his dows! I ran home to see if Polly
glass looking over the water to was frightened, and Peter called
see if any ships were in sight, after me, 'Keep your ears open
Ay, little Missy, I wish you could for the bell, Jonah; there'll be
have seen the waves that evening mischief to night, I'll be bound.'
as the sun went down; they came Poor Polly was baling out
tearing in like great roaring lions. water from the kitchen, and the
Peter and I were nearly carried children were standing at the top
off our feet by the wind. Then, of the stairs watching her.
as we stood on the pier, there 'Oh, Jonah,' she said, 'what
came a great crash and we saw a fearful night!'
that the farther end of it had 'I do hope you won't have to
been broken down, and the waves go out with the boat, my lad,'
were rolling the big blocks of says Granny. (That's my old
stone about as if they were your mother; she's been dead a many
little marbles, Master Stanley. years, Master Stanley.)
Well, as it grew dark, the Granny had no sooner said
storm got worse, till at last, the the words than we heard the

clattering of horse's hoofs coming 'Father,' said my little lass.
down the hill and up the street 'here's a present for you;' and
at the side of our house. she put in my hand a little bit
'There's somebody in a mighty of newspaper, tied up with blue
hurry,' said Polly. wool. I had no time to look
'Listen! Hush!' I said, as the inside, but I gave her a kiss, and
children were talking to each tucked it inside my shirt, and off
other. I went as fast as I could run to
Nothing was to be heard at Peter's shed.
first but the roaring of the wind Our men were hurrying in
and waves. And then clear from all directions. Nine had
above them all we heard the turned up when I got there, and
ringing of Peter's bell! the others came soon after. Our
Polly turned as white as a cork-jackets and our life-belts
sheet, and old Granny began to were hung up in their proper
cry. For we knew well enough places in the boat-house, and we
what that bell meant. Some poor .got them on in less time than I
ship was in distress, and we must can tell you about it. Then we
take the lifeboat out. got the boat out, and put every-
'Oh, my lad,' said Granny, thing ready; and whilst they were
'she can never weather such a yoking in the horses, to drag her
sea as this!' down to the shore, I had just a
'Cheer up, old mother,' said I; moment to spare, and I pulled
'cheer up, Polly, my lass; please out little Jessie's parcel and looked
God, we'll save some of them what was in it. It was a little
poor souls.' text-card she had got at the
I lost not a moment getting Sunday-school-her prettiest one,
ready, and only stopped to kiss bless her! I read the text on it
Polly and Granny and the children, by the lamp in the boat-house.
Maybe I should never kiss them I wanted to have a look at it,
again, I said to myself. I for I did not know if I should

ever see my little lass again. It was all of no use, Master
There were only three little words Stanley; no power that we could
on Jessie's card, and I'had them use could get her off, and we
in my mind all night, Master should have had to give it up
Stanley. It was a little prayer: for a bad job, if we had only
had our arms to trust to. But
LORD, SAVE ME! Peter had sent off for a steam-
I put the card back in my tug lying a bit farther up the
bosom, and away I went with coast, and as soon as she came
the boat. Our lads had got four up and took us in tow, we began
strong horses to drag her down to make way. k
to the sea, and we ran along be- (See picture on 19.)
side them, ready to push her off You know, Miss Hilda, our
and jump in as quickly as possible, lifeboat; she's not like these other
The ship had struck on some boats you see about; she's made
rocks about five miles away; so as light as she can be, and her
the farmer told us who had sides are filled with air, so that
ridden over for the boat. He she rises like a cork to the top
said the coastguardsmen over of the sea.
there had got the rockets out, The water flowed into the
and they were busy with 'ihm boat, and over her, but still she
when he started. She was a big floated. We seemed to be plung-
craft, and seemed to have a lot ing through the waves the whole
of men aboard her. way. Then came a wave bigger
As soon as we got the life- than the rest, and broke over the
boat to the water, we all jumped boat, and quite buried her for a
into her, and then came the hard moment; but up she jumped and
struggle to get her off. As fast shook herself free, little beauty
as we pulled her off from shore that she is!
there came a great high wave, And once, Master Stanley,
and dashed her in again, there came a great breaker,


rushing along, and catching her And, Miss Hilda, He heard me;
up, it threw her right over, and I know He did.
we were all sent headlong into We were getting round the
the sea. I thought it was all point now, and every man of us
up with us then; but in a minute was on the look-out for the wreck.
she had righted herself again, It was so thick, for a time it
and we in our cork-jackets had seemed, impossible to find her,
come to the top, and had clam- but we could hear the sound of
bered into her again, one after rockets in the distance, and we
another, till all were there and caught now and then a gleam of
ready to go on. light through the darkness.
Away, away, ove the raging "You'll have seen the rockets,
waves. I shall never forget it
as long as I live. And all the maybe, Master Stanley?"
way, Miss Hilda, my little Jessie's "Yes, we always have rockets
prayer was ringing in my ears: on the Fifth of November," said
Hilda; "we had two dozen last
"They are very useful things
Even the wind and the waves are rockets in our work, little
seemed to be saying it. And if Missy. We fasten a thin cord to
ever I prayed, Master Stanley, I them and fire them over the ship
prayed that night in the lifeboat; in distress. Peter will show you
for death was very near, and I the boxes we keep our lines in.
was not sure that night that my There are two rows of pegs in-
soul was safe. But I seemed to side the box, and the line is
see the Lord coming out to save wound round them in such a way
me, just as I was going after them that when the pegs are drawn
poor creatures in the ship; and out it will uncurl quite easily.
I cried to Him from the bottom Then the rocket is fired, and the
of my heart, 'Lord, save me!' line is shot quickly out of the

box, and it never stands a chance of get- .
ting tangled or knotted. Then as soon
as the lads on board the sinking ship-
manage to catch hold of the line they .I
draw it in, and we fasten to the end
of it a strong stout cable, and many
a poor fellow we get ii that way." .
Well, as I said, they were busy
with the rockets when we got near, and
we made in the direction in which we saw
them going. Suddenly there came a bright
light, Master Stanley, and then sails were torn, and the poor
we saw it all. It was a flare things aboard her were clinging
which some sailor on board the to the rigging.
sinking ship was holding up to Little by little we made them
show us where they lay. out, Miss Hilda, and a pitiful sight
(See picture on p. 2.) it was. There were women there,
and little children, and I thought
We had got very near them of Polly, and of Harry, and
by this time, and when that light Jess, and baby Maggie ('Father's
showed us where they were it Magpie,' we used to call her); and
was enough to make us shudder. I felt I would do anything to save
She had settled down by the them poor women and children.
stern on the rocks; her So I said my prayer again, 'Lord,
bows were sticking up save me,' and I held firmly on.
above the water, And now the sea was carrying
but her deck was us on with tremendous force to-
S nearly covered; wards the wreck, and when we
her masts were
broken, her i



had gone as near as we
dare, we cast anchor to ning, a woman and a -girl were
prevent ourselves being tumbled into the boat. 'All hands
dashed in pieces on the to the cable; haul in, hand over
rocks. We had a stout cable hand! for your lives, men, quick!'
fastened to the anchor, and cried Peter; for he saw another
we began to let it out little great breaker coming, and he knew
by little so that we might that unless we drew ourselves
get closer to the sinking ship. away, we should be dashed to
Oh, how anxious we were pieces on the wreck.
now! All so still, all waiting, Again we watched and waited,
not a whisper to be heard, and as soon as a smaller wave
except Peter's voice telling came, once more we let
us what to do. out the rope, and got
Then a huge wave lied alongside again. This
us: we let out a few 000 '" time we were able to stay
yards of rope, and we longer; and so we came
were alongside. backwards and forwards, till one
Quick, quick one eight persons were safe
as light- :,on board.
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men and women were still clinging
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into the sea. I thought it was a blanket, Miss
Hilda, and we wanted no extra 1,. ,.:de aboard,
I can tell you.
But what in the world do you think it
.. ,.' It :i a little baby! a tiny mite
tI ,i tl;l:.: i.i.t the picture of my Magpie;
inl hI.r mother had wrapped her up
in tlih blanket, and given her to
ihe sailor to throw in. Poor
lamb, we put her down in
the bottom of the boat,
and she cried a bit,
but we had no time
STto -think of her
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her mother to save, and a lot of others besides. We
could not do with any more of them at that time; we
were getting overweighted as it was, so we got
them all, poor things. aboard the steamer, and
then back we went to the wreck.

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At last the cry went up-'All the wives and lasses of the other
saved!' and we began to make men, raised such a shout of joy
for shore. Maybe you think it that we heard it, Master Stanley,
was a hard time for me, Miss above the raging of the storm.
Hilda, but I'll tell you I often seem to hear that shout
who it was in my dreams even now.
worse (See Pz'ture on p. 26.)

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arms round my neck and screamed some of them were almost dead.
for joy, and Jess and Harry danced We carried the women in litters,
round me and clapped their and the poor bairns we took in
hands, and Polly said 'Thank our arms. I picked up
God!' and old Granny wound up a bonny little lassie,
with 'Amen.' just about as big
But we'd had no time to think as our Jess. She
of ourselves, Master Stanlh-.. Ti : i..l i ..
tug was coming ashore, a.-l 'i i i her ilu
were the poor half-drown--i --., l,- nr
tures off the wreck to L. I. ...
for. Polly had made ul. i I..
fire in the kitchen; the ii-... i .l
gone down, and the fi(...r
getting dry, and our cot-
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anil a wee shawl: the children were in bed
when the ship struck, and her m,,ther had hurried
A her pl, on deck just as she was. \\e fetched her
in the tirst bLoat, but her moth,-r was one of
the last to ,- saved; and she w as so weak
and faint when we got her aboard
that some -of them thought she,
~as dead. She la\ down in the
b tt-lm it the boat and took
no notice cf any thing, and
none Of Lus knew she
S.. bel,-ng'ed to the
child for some
rime after we
i't ashore. So
Pollv and me
fetched this
little Missy
l:ome, and



Polly dressed her in our Jessie's and, looking up, I saw Peter
clothes and gave her some warm standing over me.
coffee, and .he and Jess sat 'Jonah, my lad,' he
chatting by .the fire together as said, 'I want a
if they were 'wo little sisters, word with thee
I sat with my pipe in my outside.'
mouth, watching then and listen- It was terr- .. .
ign to their pretty talk. I was well- ible news he
nigh tired out; and, after a time, I had -2?
began to nod, and I think I brought,
was dreaming, Master Stanley, Miss
I still seemed to know what the Hilda- '."
children were saying, when all
at once I felt a
hand on my.




that bonny little lassie's mother threw her arms round the little
was dead. She had never look- lady's neck and asked her, 'Did
ed up since we got her ashore, she know where her mother was
She was the only one of them gone?' When the poor little dear
we lost, and she was ill at the said 'No, she didn't,' Jess .took
time, so I've heard, and couldn't her to the window, and pointed
have lived many months if she'd up to a hole in the clouds where
got over it. It was hard work a bit of blue sky was peeping
fighting with the waves that through, and, says Jess, 'She's
night in the lifeboat; but it was gone up there to God's home;
child's-play to what I had to do my daddy says she has!' And
now, to go in and tell the little when the little lass began to cry,
dear that her mother was dead. Jess talked to her beautiful, she
I called Polly out and told her she did indeed, Master Stanley; and
must do it, and Polly did nothing me and Polly wiped our eyes,
but cry and sob and say, 'No, she and kept as still as mice, lest
couldn't.' And once I got as far they should hear us.
as the door, Miss Hilda, and then, Well, she was with us a good
when I heard her and our Jess bit, was that little lass. I wouldn't
laughing and playing together, give her up to none of them.
I turned back again, old coward Doctor wanted her parson
that I was! wanted her Miss Benson at the
It was Jess that did it at last, Hall wanted her. 'No', I says,
good little Jess. I sent for her 'begging your pardon, I fetched
out on the beach, and asked her her from the wreck, and she's
did she think she could tell it my bairn till somebody comes for
as gentle as could be. So Jess her.' He was abroad was her
looked very white, poor dear, father, and Captain couldn't find
but she said she would try, and his address at first, so it was a
in she went, and Polly and me month or two before he came;
stood, at the door and listened, and I wouldn't have cared if he'd
And Jessie was the best one, left her altogether.
after all, Master Stanley, for she She was like a little angel in


the house, Miss Hilda. She would to do, poor souls, tossed with the
get Polly's old Testament every waves and the wind against them.
night and read to us as we sat And the Master up on the moun-
over the fire, and tell us what tain, Miss Hilda (you'll have read
her mother said about the texts. it, my dear), seeing it all, and
I learnt more from that little lass just waiting till things got as bad
than I ever knew before. as bad could be, before He came
I shall never forget one even- to help them.
ing, Master Stanley; I had been 'Why didn't He go a bit
telling her all about that terrible sooner, my dear?' says I to that
night when I fetched her from little lass.
the wreck. 'Why, Mr. Jonah,' she says,
'Weren't you very frightened, 'my mother told me He wanted
Mr. Jonah?' she says-she always them to feel nobody could help
called me Mr. Jonah, bless her! them but Him.'
'Well, Missy,' says I, 'maybe Well, away He comes over the
I should have been frightened, if sea, walking on the water! And
it hadn't been for my little Jess if they didn't think it was a
here.' And I gave her the text- ghost, Master Stanley! And they
card to look at, though it was screamed out with fear, more
so soaked through with salt water, frightened at Him than ever they
it was some time before she could had been at the storm. But He
spell it out. But when she did wasn't vexed with them, my dear;
manage to read it, she looks up He says as gentle as could be,
in my face, and 'Mr. Jonah,' says 'It is I; be not afraid.'
she, 'shall we read about Jessie's And then Peter must be off
text to-night?' to Him; he isn't afraid of any-
So she turned it up in Polly's thing, isn't Peter. Up he jumps,
Testament-it was wonderful how and 'Lord' he cries, 'let me come
she could find her way up and to Thee on the water.' And the
down it; and she read about Peter, Lord says, 'Come.' And he gets
and John, and all of them, out in on fine at first, Master Stanley;
the boat, and not knowing what away he walks on the sea, as if

he was on the pier there. But that we want to have it ready.
then what does he do but lose And it's wonderful how it comes
heart, and looks at the big waves, to my mind, all quick-like, just
and then-down he goes. when I need it. It's the Holy
'You see, Mr. Jonah,' says the Spirit, that little lass said, who
little lass, 'he never sank while puts the thought so quick in our
he kept looking at Jesus.' hearts; and it has saved me from
'No, my dear,'says I,'he didn't; many a sinking in the water,
you're right there.' Master Stanley. When I've been
'And my mother said, if we going to get into a temper, or to
wanted to be safe we must keep say and do anything as I shouldn't
looking to Jesus, Mr. Jonah,' she say or do, I've cried out in my
says. heart, 'Lord save me,' and it
'Ah, my dear,' I says, 'I think has been all right; He's never
I'm a deal like Peter. I made a failed me; no, He's never failed
grand start that night of the me once.
storm; but temptations are very Well, that's the way that little
strong, and the wind and the lass used to talk to us; she made
waves are high.' it all so plain, me and Polly and
'Well then, Mr. Jonah,' she Granny used to say she was the
says, 'you must call out Peter's best little teacher in the world;
prayer- and, when a letter came to say
LORD, SAVE ME. her father was coming to take
And the Lord will put out His her away, we all very near cried
hand, and catch you, and hold our eyes out. Jess couldn't eat
you fast, and you'll be safe then, a bit of breakfast, she couldn't
Mr. Jonah,' she says. indeed; and as for Polly, she
And so I came to see, my looked all day as if she was go-
dears, that it isn't only once in our ing to a funeral. I kept up pretty
lives that we want my Jessie's well till we had had our last
prayer; it isn't only when we first reading in Polly's Testament, and
feel our need of a Saviour, but then I broke down altogether.
it's every day and all the day 'Oh, my little lass,' I says, 'who

will teach us all these things when comes to see me sometimes even
you've gone away?' now-bless her!
'Why, you'll have the Bible She's married and has a little
just the same, Mr. Jonah,' she girl of her own, the very picture of
says; 'the Bible isn't going away.' what she was when I brought her
'But you make it so plain, my from the wreck-she is indeed.
dear,' says Granny; 'even an old So that's my yarn, Master
body like me can take it in.' Stanley, and the story of the last
Well, then she looked quite time Miss Daisy's dinner-bellrang.
serious, and she says, as grave as And as I sit mending my nets I
can be, 'There's a better Teacher often think about it. I've queer
than me, Mr. Jonah. The Holy thoughts sometimes, little Missy.
Spirit will make it all plain to And it seems to me as if the
you. My mother told me never whole lot of us was like those
to read the Bible without saying folks on the sinking ship. But the
this little prayer: "O God, send Lord comes out to save us --
Thy Holy Spirit to teach me, for bless His name for it, Miss Hilda.
Jesus Christ's sake. Amen"'. She Jesus is the Lifeboat to save you
said her mother had written it and me. He comes across the
for her in her own little Bible sea, and He bids us jump in and
that was lost in the wreck, Miss be saved.
Hilda. But she hadn't forgotten But if we won't come it
it, and she taught it to me, and we like best being on the sink-
I've often said it since before I ing ship, He won't force us into
read my Bible. His boat. Each one of us must
Well, we didn't like to say come to Him one by one; each
good-bye; but the poor father was must jump in for himself. I won-
so glad to get his little girl, we der if you and Miss Hilda are in
couldn't be so mean as to grudge the Lifeboat yet ?
her to him. "I don't know, Jonah," I said;
He promised he would often "how can we get in the boat?"
bring her to see us, and he kept "Take Jesus as your Saviour,
his word, Master Stanley. She my boy, as the Lifeboat to save


you. Tell Him you want to be saved
Sby Him. Say my Jessie's prayer: Lord,
save me!
S. And will He do it?
SIf I ask Him to receive me.
'\NWill He say me Nay?
Not till earth and not till heaven
Pass away --
and all in the Lifeboat get safe to shore,
S, I r Stanley: not one in the Lord's
S boat is lost. I'm getting an old man now,
and I've been in the boat a many years, and
I sometimes think I'm getting near the shore.
And I s see to see Polly waiting for me-she and Jess and Granny
standing side b side looking out for me coming. They are all there now,
I ., Hilda, and they're waiting for me as they waited for me that night.
And Jess will dance for joy,
and Polly will say 'Thank (od!'
and Granny will say
'Amen,' when the Life-
boat lands me
ashore." '






The sky was clear, and cloudless, To-day his work was ended,
And filled with sunny light; He sat him down to rest
The sea was like a deep blue lake, Upon a coil of tarry rope,
So calm and fair and bright. The seat he loved the best.

Old Jonah had been shrimping There, basking in the sunshine.
Within the shallow bay, He leaned against the wall,
We children often watched him I saw him light his little pipe,
When we were at our play. And then I heard him call.

We liked to see him wading, Come here, young Master Stanley,
His great net in his hand; And bring your little boat,
We loved to see him come ashore And let me see what can be done
And shake it on the sand. To make her rightly float.

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And sit ye down beside me And somehow, Master Stanley,
Tis far too hot to play, I lost the love to roam.
I'll may be spin another yarn And settled down at fishing here
Like mine the other day. With Polly, and at home.

I've been a jolly sailor But what I tell you now lad,
The best part of my life; It happened long ago,
I never settled down at home When I was far across the seas
Until I got my wife. Amidst the ice and snow.

But Polly, she said: "Jonah, 'T was on Newfoundland island,
Now stop at home my dear;" A dismal place and drear,
And when I looked in Polly's eye My master owned some fishing-boats,
1 thought I saw a tear. I'd worked for him a year.

One night we sailed as usual There was no bonny lifeboat
And all at first went right; To skip above the wave,
We filled the boat with large cod-fish To come across the raging tide.
And turned back when 'twas light. To rescue and to save,

But up then rose the breakers, The people on the island
The wind blew wild and strong, Were running to the pier;
The waves were dashing on the rocks The master stood upon the shore.
And hurled our boat along. And watched as we drew near.

How should we reach the harbour? But all of them were helpless
How should we rightly steer? As helpless a's could be,
Oh! who would give a helping hand? They cried aloud, they rushed along,
Our hearts were filled with fear. They waded in the sea!


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Not one of them could reach us But standing by my master,
Not one could give us aid; And gazing on the sea,
It was a fearful time my boy. Was Neptune, his Newfoundland dog,
And we were sore afraid. A noble fellow he!

He leapt into the water,
And met the billows' strife.
Fighting each big wave as it came,
And struggling for his life.

At last we saw him near us,
We wondered what he meant,
i We called to him to come on board,
His strength was almost spent.

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But Neptune would not heed us,
Though he swam round and round; (
What could the dog have come to do? -
What reason could be found?

At last Bill Fisher shouted;
"Throw him a rope, my lad;
He may have come to give us help,
I only wish he had!"

At once the dog plunged forward ---
To catch the rope we threw;
We knew he meant to save us then,
Our trusty friend and true.

He passed the rocks in safety, And each man on the island,
Then leapt upon the sand; Both near and far away,
We heard them give a shout of joy Came over to pat Neptune's head
When he had reached the land. For his good work that day.

They seized the rope, they dragged us, Now I must hurry homewards,
You should have seen, my boy. There's Harry's wife and lad,
How Neptune watched us come ashore, They've caught sight of the father's boat
And wagged his tail for joy. He likes to meet his dad!

They hoisted up the signal You '11 see him come ashore now;
To spread the news around,: Ah! there he is! I 'm right,
That every man of us was there, I thought when they jumped off the boat
That all were safe and sound. That Harry was in sight.


It's like the old days over So good-day, Master Stanley,
To watch him come from sea. But come again, my dear,
She looks for h i m as Polly then I've many another yarn to spin,
So often looked for me. If you should care to hear.

I live with her and Harry, And bring your sister with you,
The rest are all away, There's something in her eyes
My Magpie's married to a man, That makes me think of little Jess,
Who'lives in Plymouth Bay. She's just about her size.

See, there are Harry's children, I often sit and wonder,
And now he's got his net If children older grow;
To carry home the baby in. I lost her. Master Stanley.
She's Harry's little pet. Some thirty years ago.


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SIt was upon her birthday,
..--,T A The day she was eleven,
-- Just ask your Mother if she thinks
-, i' That they grow old in Heaven.

I sit and think about her.
And think of Polly too:
I seem to hear them speak to me,
I sometimes think they do.

They say old folks love dreaming.
Of things long since gone by:
1 know when I begin to dream
A tear comes in my eye.

But I am ill, Homewards
The Harbour is in sight.
And we I, 11 be together lad.
Within the Home of light. ," i

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