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lows; jolly Jack tars in their check shirts and blue jackets ; and the clear, deep waters of the heaving ccean were all set before ne ; as well as flying-fish, porpoises, rocks of coral, and floating mountains of ice. To these he added wild adventures about Icelanders, and the native Esquimaux, and dark forests, and waterfalls, and Newfoundland fishingbanks, northern lights, and red Indians, and harnessed reindeer, and teams of dogs, till I became as niuch set on going abroad as he could wish. Things went on very favourably to my desire : my father seeing what bosom friends Frank and I were, and fearing that I should never attend to any settled business, till my hankering after a sea voyage had been gratified, spoke to Frank's father about the matter. My aged grandmother
32 PAUL TAKES LEAVE OF HIS PARENTS.
was no longer alive, so that my mother's consent was all that was wanted ; and this, though given with great reluctance, was at last obtained.
It was now a settled thing that I should embark with Frank on board the Nancy, which was then lying in the Mersey at Liverpool. Time soon rolled away, and I took an affectionate leave of my father and mother. The solemn earnestness with which they committed me to God, and urged upon me their good counsel, made a deep impression on my mind. Among other things I took out
PAUL TAKING LEAVE OF EMILY. 33 with me a Bible, the gift of my mother, and a letter written by my father, to be read by me when sailing over the mighty deep; to which may be added a silver pencil-case, bearing the motto “ Dinna forget," a token of remeinbrance put into my hand by Emily Stanhope on me morning that I left home.
Paul Preston's sensations on sailing the Doop. Sca-sickness. Paul knocked over by a
juren of the Cuddly-table. Fearlessness of Sailors. A Whale. Porpoises und Ca. rey's Chickens. Taking a Shark. Frank's migchicvous prank with Buucher the Purser. Sailors spinning their Yarns. Frank's stories about Newfoundland and Canada. Paul opens the packet of his Mother, and reads also the letter of his Father.
· EVER shall I forget my strange sensations when I found myself, for the first time in my life, in a ship, which at first skimmed the almost unruffled surface of the water, and afterwards ploughed its proud way through the
mounting billows. It is true that I had walked on the sea-side when the tide was coming in, watching the waves rippling along the shore ; and then, after drawing back as if to gain strength, flinging themselves forward, foaming and thundering on the beach. It is true that I had even ventured on the waves when the breeze was blowing fresh, and when the little skilr, in which Frank and I sat, mounted up, hovering like a sea-gull on the tops of the scattering billows · but that was not like being on the wide ocean,
PAUL PRESTON'S SENSATIONS AT SEA. 35
and sailing away from my native land. I was now in a trading-vessel, outward bound, her sails filled with wind, and her pendant flying at the mast head.
I felt wonder, and pleasure, and a strong yearning to-wards those I loved. My country had never been so dear to me before. I had a sense too of danger, feeling that I depended not on myself, but on the ship and the sailors. My safety or life might depend on their goodness and