Ragged Dick, Or, Street Life in New York with the Boot-Blacks by Jr. Horatio Alger (free ebooks for android .txt) đ
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Here it is,â
âDEAR FRANK,âI got your letter this morninâ, and was very glad to hear you hadnât forgotten Ragged Dick. I aint so ragged as I was. Openwork coats and trowsers has gone out of fashion. I put on the Washington coat and Napoleon pants to go to the post-office, for fear they wouldnât think I was the boy that was meant. On my way back I received the congratulations of my intimate friend, Micky Maguire, on my improved appearance.
âIâve give up sleepinâ in boxes, and old wagons, findinâ it didnât agree with my constitution. Iâve hired a room in Mott Street, and have got a private tooter, who rooms with me and looks after my studies in the eveninâ. Mott Street aint very fashionable; but my manshun on Fifth Avenoo isnât finished yet, and Iâm afraid it wonât be till Iâm a gray-haired veteran. Iâve got a hundred dollars towards it, which Iâve saved up from my earninâs. I havenât forgot what you and your uncle said to me, and Iâm tryinâ to grow up âspectable. I havenât been to Tony Pastorâs, or the Old Bowery, for ever so long. Iâd rather save up my money to support me in my old age. When my hair gets gray, Iâm goinâ to knock off blackinâ boots, and go into some light, genteel employment, such as keepinâ an apple-stand, or disseminatinâ pea-nuts among the people.
âIâve got so as to read pretty well, so my tooter says. Iâve been studyinâ geography and grammar also. Iâve made such astonishinâ progress that I can tell a noun from a conjunction as far away as I can see âem. Tell Mr. Munroe that if he wants an accomplished teacher in his school, he can send for me, and Iâll come on by the very next train. Or, if he wants to sell out for a hundred dollars, Iâll buy the whole concern, and agree to teach the scholars all I know myself in less than six months. Is teachinâ as good business, generally speakinâ, as blackinâ boots? My private tooter combines both, and is makinâ a fortunâ with great rapidity. Heâll be as rich as Astor some time, if he only lives long enough.
âI should think youâd have a bully time at your school. I should like to go out in the boat, or play ball with you. When are you cominâ to the city? I wish youâd write and let me know when you do, and Iâll call and see you. Iâll leave my business in the hands of my numerous clerks, and go round with you. Thereâs lots of things you didnât see when you was here before. Theyâre getting on fast at the Central Park. It looks better than it did a year ago.
âI aint much used to writinâ letters. As this is the first one I ever wrote, I hope youâll excuse the mistakes. I hope youâll write to me again soon. I canât write so good a letter as you; but, Iâll do my best, as the man said when he was asked if he could swim over to Brooklyn backwards. Good-by, Frank. Thank you for all your kindness. Direct your next letter to No. â Mott Street.
âYour true friend,
âDICK HUNTER.â
When Dick had written the last word, he leaned back in his chair, and surveyed the letter with much satisfaction.
âI didnât think I could have wrote such a long letter, Fosdick,â said he.
âWritten would be more grammatical, Dick,â suggested his friend.
âI guess thereâs plenty of mistakes in it,â said Dick. âJust look at it, and see.â
Fosdick took the letter, and read it over carefully.
âYes, there are some mistakes,â he said; âbut it sounds so much like you that I think it would be better to let it go just as it is. It will be more likely to remind Frank of what you were when he first saw you.â
âIs it good enough to send?â asked Dick, anxiously.
âYes; it seems to me to be quite a good letter. It is written just as you talk. Nobody but you could have written such a letter, Dick. I think Frank will be amused at your proposal to come up there as teacher.â
âPârâaps it would be a good idea for us to open a seleck school here in Mott Street,â said Dick, humorously. âWe could call it âProfessor Fosdick and Hunterâs Mott Street Seminary.â Boot-blackinâ taught by Professor Hunter.â
The evening was so far advanced that Dick decided to postpone copying his letter till the next evening. By this time he had come to have a very fair handwriting, so that when the letter was complete it really looked quite creditable, and no one would have suspected that it was Dickâs first attempt in this line. Our hero surveyed it with no little complacency. In fact, he felt rather proud of it, since it reminded him of the great progress he had made. He carried it down to the post-office, and deposited it with his own hands in the proper box. Just on the steps of the building, as he was coming out, he met Johnny Nolan, who had been sent on an errand to Wall Street by some gentleman, and was just returning.
âWhat are you doinâ down here, Dick?â asked Johnny.
âIâve been mailinâ a letter.â
âWho sent you?â
âNobody.â
âI mean, who writ the letter?â
âI wrote it myself.â
âCan you write letters?â asked Johnny, in amazement.
âWhy shouldnât I?â
âI didnât know you could write. I canât.â
âThen you ought to learn.â
âI went to school once; but it was too hard work, so I give it up.â
âYouâre lazy, Johnny,âthatâs whatâs the matter. Howâd you ever expect to know anything, if you donât try?â
âI canât learn.â
âYou can, if you want to.â
Johnny Nolan was evidently of a different opinion. He was a good-natured boy, large of his age, with nothing particularly bad about him, but utterly lacking in that energy, ambition, and natural sharpness, for which Dick was distinguished. He was not adapted to succeed in the life which circumstances had forced upon him; for in the street-life of the metropolis a boy needs to be on the alert, and have all his wits about him, or he will find himself wholly distanced by his more enterprising competitors for popular favor. To succeed in his profession, humble as it is, a boot-black must depend upon the same qualities which gain success in higher walks in life. It was easy to see that Johnny, unless very much favored by circumstances, would never rise much above his present level. For Dick, we cannot help hoping much better things.
AN EXCITING ADVENTURE
Dick now began to look about for a position in a store or counting-room. Until he should obtain one he determined to devote half the day to blacking boots, not being willing to break in upon his small capital. He found that he could earn enough in half a day to pay all his necessary expenses, including the entire rent of the room. Fosdick desired to pay his half; but Dick steadily refused, insisting upon paying so much as compensation for his friendâs services as instructor.
It should be added that Dickâs peculiar way of speaking and use of slang terms had been somewhat modified by his education and his intimacy with Henry Fosdick. Still he continued to indulge in them to some extent, especially when he felt like joking, and it was natural to Dick to joke, as my readers have probably found out by this time. Still his manners were considerably improved, so that he was more likely to obtain a situation than when first introduced to our notice.
Just now, however, business was very dull, and merchants, instead of hiring new assistants, were disposed to part with those already in their employ. After making several ineffectual applications, Dick began to think he should be obliged to stick to his profession until the next season. But about this time something occurred which considerably improved his chances of preferment.
This is the way it happened.
As Dick, with a balance of more than a hundred dollars in the savings bank, might fairly consider himself a young man of property, he thought himself justified in occasionally taking a half holiday from business, and going on an excursion. On Wednesday afternoon Henry Fosdick was sent by his employer on an errand to that part of Brooklyn near Greenwood Cemetery. Dick hastily dressed himself in his best, and determined to accompany him.
The two boys walked down to the South Ferry, and, paying their two cents each, entered the ferry boat. They remained at the stern, and stood by the railing, watching the great city, with its crowded wharves, receding from view. Beside them was a gentleman with two children,âa girl of eight and a little boy of six. The children were talking gayly to their father. While he was pointing out some object of interest to the little girl, the boy managed to creep, unobserved, beneath the chain that extends across the boat, for the protection of passengers, and, stepping incautiously to the edge of the boat, fell over into the foaming water.
At the childâs scream, the father looked up, and, with a cry of horror, sprang to the edge of the boat. He would have plunged in, but, being unable to swim, would only have endangered his own life, without being able to save his child.
âMy child!â he exclaimed in anguish,ââwho will save my child? A thousandâten thousand dollars to any one who will save him!â
There chanced to be but few passengers on board at the time, and nearly all these were either in the cabins or standing forward. Among the few who saw the child fall was our hero.
Now Dick was an expert swimmer. It was an accomplishment which he had possessed for years, and he no sooner saw the boy fall than he resolved to rescue him. His determination was formed before he heard the liberal offer made by the boyâs father. Indeed, I must do Dick the justice to say that, in the excitement of the moment, he did not hear it at all, nor would it have stimulated the alacrity with which he sprang to the rescue of the little boy.
Little Johnny had already risen once, and gone under for the second time, when our hero plunged in. He was obliged to strike out for the boy, and this took time. He reached him none too soon. Just as he was sinking for the third and last time, he caught him by the jacket. Dick was stout and strong, but Johnny clung to him so tightly, that it was with great difficulty he was able to sustain himself.
âPut your arms round my neck,â said Dick.
The little boy mechanically obeyed, and clung with a grasp strengthened by his terror. In this position Dick could bear his weight better. But the ferry-boat was receding fast. It was quite impossible to reach it. The father, his face pale with terror and anguish, and his hands clasped in suspense, saw the brave boyâs struggles, and prayed with agonizing fervor that he might be successful. But it is probable, for they were now midway of the river, that both Dick and the little boy whom he had bravely undertaken to rescue would have been drowned, had not a row-boat been fortunately near. The two men who were in it witnessed the accident, and hastened to the rescue of our hero.
âKeep up a little longer,â they shouted, bending to their oars, âand we will save you.â
Dick heard the shout, and it put fresh strength into him. He battled manfully with the treacherous sea, his eyes fixed longingly upon the approaching boat.
âHold on tight, little boy,â he said. âThereâs a boat coming.â
The little boy did not see the boat. His eyes were closed to shut out the fearful water, but he clung the closer to his young preserver. Six long, steady strokes, and the boat dashed along side. Strong hands seized Dick and his youthful burden, and drew them into the boat, both dripping with water.
âGod be thanked!â exclaimed the father, as from the steamer he saw the childâs rescue. âThat brave boy shall be rewarded, if I sacrifice my whole fortune to compass it.â
âYouâve had a pretty narrow escape, young chap,â said one of the boatmen to Dick. âIt was a pretty tough job you undertook.â
âYes,â said Dick. âThatâs what I thought when I was in the water. If it hadnât been for you, I donât know what would have âcome of us.â
âAnyhow youâre a plucky boy, or you
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