The Crew of the Water Wagtail by R. M. Ballantyne (the read aloud family TXT) đ
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âWell, as my bow and bolts are all ship-shape and in perfect order, I will ramble to the top of the ridge before us and take a look out ahead.â
So saying the captain departed, and the other two were soon so deeply absorbed in their work and in conversation about future plans that they had almost forgotten him when a loud shout caused them to start up. On looking towards the ridge they beheld Captain Trench tossing his arms wildly in the air, and shouting and gesticulating violently.
âSees savages, I think,â said Paul.
âOr gone mad!â cried Olly.
Catching up their arms, the two ran hastily to the top of the ridge, where they arrived perspiring and panting, to find that their excitable comrade had only gone into ecstasies about the magnificent scenery that had burst upon his sight.
And, truly, the scene which met their gaze was of a nature calculated to arouse enthusiasm in a much less ardent bosom than that of Captain Trench. A wide undulating country, studded with lakelets and rich with verdure, stretched away from their feet to the horizon, where a range of purple hills seemed to melt and mingle with cloudland, so that the eye was carried, as it were, by imperceptible gradations from the rugged earth up into the soft blue sky; indeed, it was difficult to distinguish where the former ended and the latter began. The lakes and ponds were gay with yellow water-lilies, and the air was musical with the sweet cries of wildfowl; while the noon-tide sun bathed the whole in a golden glory.
The effect of such a sight on our wanderers was at first too powerful for words, and when words did burst forth they served to show how wonderfully diverse are the spirits of men. Captain Trench, as we have seen, was moved by this vision of beauty to shout, almost to dance, with delight, while in thought he bounded over the length and breadth of the new land, taking bearings, and making notes and charts with the view of extending the geographical knowledge of mankind! His son Oliver, on the other hand, allowed his imagination to revel freely through the forests and over the hills and across lakes and savannahs in powerful sympathy with the aspirations which must have animated Nimrod; while to Paul Burns, whose temperament was sedate and earnest, as well as cheerful and hearty, the glorious vision at once suggested thoughts of that tranquil home in which manâs lot was originally cast by the loving heart of God.
âNow it is quite plain,â said Trench, as they slowly descended into this beautiful scene, âthat this land is no collection of small islands, as we have been led to suppose, but a great land full of all that is needful to make it the happy abode of man.â
âJust so, daddy!â exclaimed the enthusiastic Oliver, âand we have been sent to explore it and carry home the newsâperhaps to bring out the first settlers and show them the way!â
âWhy, Olly, you carry too much sail for so small a craft; you look out rather too far ahead. And what mean ye by saying we are sent? Nobody sent us on this journey that I know of, unless you mean that Swintonâthe big scoundrel!âsent us.â
âWhatever Olly meant by the expression,â interposed Paul, âI think he is right; for all men are sent by the Almighty, no matter where they go.â
âWhat! dâye mean that men are sent by the Almighty whether they go to do good or evil?â
âAy, Master Trench, that is what I mean; they are sent by Him, though not sent to do evil. Look here, donât you admit that God created all men and sent them into this world?â
âOf course I do.â
âAnd that He made you an Englishman, and so sent you to England; and that He made you a sea-captain, and among other places sent you to Newfoundland.â
âWellâIâI suppose He did,â returned the captain, with that puzzled expression of countenance which was wont to indicate that his mind was grappling difficulties.
âWell, then,â continued Paul, âbeing good, of course the Almighty sent us to do good; but He also gave us free wills, which just means permission to do as we please; so it remains to be seen whether we will use our free wills in working with Him, or in trying to work against Him, for, strange to say, we cannot really work against God, we can only try to do it, and in so trying we establish the fact of our own wickedness; but His grand and good purposes shall be carried out in spite of us notwithstanding, for he can bring good out of evil.â
âNow, Paul, Iâve lost soundings altogether, and itâs my opinion that you are foolishly talking about things that you, donât understand.â
âI never heard, Master Trench, that it was foolish to talk about what one does not understand! On the contrary, it is by talking of things that we donât understand that we manage at last to understand them. You had a deal of talking about navigation, had you not, before you understood it?â
âLook âee here, lad,â said Trench, stopping suddenly, with his legs planted firmly apart as though on the quarter-deck of his ship in a cross sea, while he drove his right fist into the palm of his left hand argumentatively. âLook âee here. How can it be possible thatâthatâpooh! Come along, weâll never get on with our survey of the land if we dispute at this rate.â
The stout mariner turned away with an air of exasperation, and resumed his walk at a rapid pace, closely followed by his amused friend and son.
This irreverent mode of dismissing a grave and difficult subject was not peculiar to Captain Trench. It has probably been adopted by those who shrink from mental effort ever since the days of Adam and Eve. Minds great and small have exercised themselves since the beginning of time on this perplexing subjectâGodâs sovereignty and manâs free willâwith benefit, probably, to themselves. We recommend it in passing, good reader, to your attention, and we will claim to be guiltless of presumption in thus advising, so long as the writing stands, âProve all things, and hold fast that which is good.â
Before the sun went down that night our explorers had plunged into the very heart of the beautiful country which we have describedânow pushing through tangled underwood, or following the innumerable deer-tracks with which the country was seamed, or breasting the hill-sides, or making dĂ©tours to get round small lakes, being guided, in a westerly direction, by a small pocket-compass which Captain Trench was fortunately in the habit of carrying with him wherever he went. No large lakes or broad rivers had yet been met with, so that up to this point the divergencies from the direct line had not been great.
Thus they advanced for several days, subsisting on game and fish, chiefly the last, however; for their shooting powers were very defective, and Oliver was an ardentâtoo ardentâfisher. Their inability to shoot became at last a serious matter, for many arrows and bolts were lost, as well as much game.
âLook, now, thereâs another chance,â whispered Paul, pointing to a plump willow-grouse that sat in a bush in front of them. âYou try first, Master Trench.â
âAnâ donât miss, daddy,â said Oliver entreatingly; âthereâs only the bones of a rabbit left from this morningâs breakfast.â
The captain took a fervently careful aim, but went far wide of the mark, to his intense chagrin. Paul then bent his bow, but without success, though his arrows stuck in a branch close under the bird, which, being very tame, only glanced down inquiringly. Oliverâs arrow went over it, and the stone which he afterwards slang made such a rattling in the bush that the puzzled creature finally retired.
âThis is becoming serious,â remarked the captain, with a face so solemn that Paul burst into a fit of laughter.
âHa! you may laugh, lad,â continued Trench, âbut if you were as hungry as I am youâd be more inclined to cry. Dâye think a stout man like me can sup heartily on rabbit bones?â
âYouâve forgot, daddy, the four big trout I caught to-day.â
âSo I have, Olly; well, come and letâs have âem cooked at once.â
The fish, which were really more than sufficient without the rabbit bones, were soon grilling over a huge fire under the canopy of a spreading birch-tree.
When the skipper had disposed of enough to allay the pangs of hunger, he turned and said to his comrades, in a tone of marked decisionâ
âNow, mess-mates, Iâve been rummaginâ my brains a bit, and the outcome of it is as follows:â âWhatever is worth doinâ is worth doinâ well,â as the old proverb puts it. If we are to explore this country, we must set about learning to shoot, for if we donât, we are likely to starve in the midst of plenty, and leave our bones to bleach in this beautiful wilderness.â
âTrue, Master Trench,â remarked Paul, for the seaman had paused at this point; âthus far you and I think alike. What more have you to say?â
âThis I have to say, that I am resolved not to explore another fathom oâ this land until I can make sure of hittinâ the crown oâ my cap with a cross-bow bolt at a reasonable distance; and I would advise you both to make the same resolution, for if you donât you will have to do your exploring without me.â
âJust so, captain,â said Paul, putting the last morsel of fish into his mouth, with a sigh of contentment; âyou are commander of this expedition. I will obey orders.â
âBut what do you call a âreasonableâ distance, daddy?â asked Oliver, with that pert cock of the head peculiar to insolent youths; âa yard, or a fathom?â
âWell, now,â continued Trench, ignoring the question, âwe will set about it to-morrow morning, first thing after breakfast; stick up a target, retire to a reasonable distance, and work away from morning till night, and every day till we become perfect.â
âAgreed, captain,â said Paul; âbut what about food?â
âWe will give Olly leave of absence for an hour or two daily to go and fish,â said the captain; âthat will keep us alive, coupled with what birds or beasts may come accidentally in front of our arrows.â
This plan, although proposed at first half in jest, was carried into operation next day, during the whole of which they practised shooting at a mark most diligently. At supper-time, over a couple of fine trout, it was admitted sadly by each that the progress made was very slightâindeed, scarcely perceptible. Next night, however, the report was more favourable, and the third night it was felt that the prospect ahead was becoming hopeful; for, besides the improvement in shooting, two rabbits graced their supper, one having been arrested by an almost miraculous bolt when bolting; the other having been caught, unintentionally, by a stone similar to that which brought down the giant of Gath. The fact that skill had nothing to do with the procuring of either did not in the least detract from the enjoyment with which they consumed both.
âNothing is denied,â they say, âto well-directed labour, and nothing can be done without it.â Like most of the worldâs maxims, this is a partially erroneous statement; for many things are denied to well-directed labour, and sometimes amazing success is accorded to ill-directed and blundering efforts. Still, what truth does exist in the saying was verified by our three friends; for, after two weeks of unremitting, unwearied, persistent labour, each labourer succeeded in raising enormous blisters on two fingers of his right hand, and in hitting objects the size of a swan six times out of ten at a âreasonable distance!â
Having arrived at this state of proficiency with their weapons, they resumed their journey, fortified with a hearty breakfast, the foundation of which was fish, the superstructure willow-grouse interspersed
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