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I can o' this world's larnin', but I'll never leave the sea."
"Now, my boy," said the captain, "think well before you decide. You could do far more good if you were a highly educated man, you know."
"Right you _may_ be, uncle, an' I don't despise edication, by no means, but some folk are born to it, and others ain't. Besides, good of the best kind can be done without _much_ edication, when the heart's right an' the will strong, as I've seed before now on the North Sea."
"I'm sorry you look at it this way, Billy, for I don't see that I can do much for you if you determine to remain a fisherman."
"Oh! yes, you can, uncle," cried Billy, rising up in his eagerness and shaking back his curly hair. "You can do this. You can take the money you intended to waste on my schoolin', an' send out books an' tracts and medicines, an' all sorts o' things to the fishin' fleets. An' if you're awful rich--as you seem to be by the way you talk--you can give some thousands o' pounds an' fit out two or three more smacks as you did the noo _Evenin' Star_, an' hand 'em over to the Mission to become gospel-ships to the fleets that have got none yet. That's the way to do good wi' your coppers. As for me--my daddy was a fisherman and my mother was a fisherman's wife, and I'm a fisherman to the back-bone. What my father was before me, I mean to be after him, so, God permittin', I'll sail wi' Joe Davidson till I'm old enough to take command o' the _Evenin' Star_; and then I'll stick through thick an' thin to the North Sea, and live and die a fisherman of the _Short Blue_!"
Billy Bright's determination was unalterable, so Captain Bream fell in with it, and heartily set about that part of the work which his nephew had recommended to him.
Whether he and Billy will remain of the same mind to the end, the future alone can show--we cannot tell; but this we--you and I, Reader--can do if we will--we can sympathise with our enthusiastic young Trawler, and do what in us lies to soften the hard lot of the fisherman, by aiding those whose life-work it is to fish for souls of men, and to toil summer and winter, in the midst of life and death, tempest and cold, to rescue the perishing on the North Sea.
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"Now, my boy," said the captain, "think well before you decide. You could do far more good if you were a highly educated man, you know."
"Right you _may_ be, uncle, an' I don't despise edication, by no means, but some folk are born to it, and others ain't. Besides, good of the best kind can be done without _much_ edication, when the heart's right an' the will strong, as I've seed before now on the North Sea."
"I'm sorry you look at it this way, Billy, for I don't see that I can do much for you if you determine to remain a fisherman."
"Oh! yes, you can, uncle," cried Billy, rising up in his eagerness and shaking back his curly hair. "You can do this. You can take the money you intended to waste on my schoolin', an' send out books an' tracts and medicines, an' all sorts o' things to the fishin' fleets. An' if you're awful rich--as you seem to be by the way you talk--you can give some thousands o' pounds an' fit out two or three more smacks as you did the noo _Evenin' Star_, an' hand 'em over to the Mission to become gospel-ships to the fleets that have got none yet. That's the way to do good wi' your coppers. As for me--my daddy was a fisherman and my mother was a fisherman's wife, and I'm a fisherman to the back-bone. What my father was before me, I mean to be after him, so, God permittin', I'll sail wi' Joe Davidson till I'm old enough to take command o' the _Evenin' Star_; and then I'll stick through thick an' thin to the North Sea, and live and die a fisherman of the _Short Blue_!"
Billy Bright's determination was unalterable, so Captain Bream fell in with it, and heartily set about that part of the work which his nephew had recommended to him.
Whether he and Billy will remain of the same mind to the end, the future alone can show--we cannot tell; but this we--you and I, Reader--can do if we will--we can sympathise with our enthusiastic young Trawler, and do what in us lies to soften the hard lot of the fisherman, by aiding those whose life-work it is to fish for souls of men, and to toil summer and winter, in the midst of life and death, tempest and cold, to rescue the perishing on the North Sea.
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Publication Date: 07-13-2010
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