Cast away in the cold : an old man's story of a young man's adventures, as related by Captain John Hardy, mariner . re there was barely room to coilmyself up, and the boat being soon pushed off from the wharf,the oars were put out, and then I heard an order to give way,and then the oars splashed in the water, and I felt the boatmoving ; and now, as I realized that I was in truth leavingmy home and native land, perhaps to see them no more for-ever, my heart sank heavy in my breast ; and it was as muchas I could do to keep the tears from pouring out of my eyes,as we glided on over the harbor. In
Cast away in the cold : an old man's story of a young man's adventures, as related by Captain John Hardy, mariner . re there was barely room to coilmyself up, and the boat being soon pushed off from the wharf,the oars were put out, and then I heard an order to give way,and then the oars splashed in the water, and I felt the boatmoving ; and now, as I realized that I was in truth leavingmy home and native land, perhaps to see them no more for-ever, my heart sank heavy in my breast ; and it was as muchas I could do to keep the tears from pouring out of my eyes,as we glided on over the harbor. Indeed, my eyes were sobedimmed that I scarcely saw anything at all until we camearound under the stern of a ship, when I heard the order layin your oars. Then one of the men caught hold of the end iS CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. of a rope, which was thrown from the ship ; and, the boatbeing made fast, we all scrambled up the ships side ; andthen I was hustled along to a hole in the forward part of thedeck (having what looked like a box turned upside down overit), through which, now utterly bewildered, I descended, by. The Romance of the Sea. means of a ladder, to a dark, damp, mouldy place, which wasfilled with the foul smells of tar and bilge-water, and thickwith tobacco-smoke. This, they told me, was the focasle,that is, forecastle, where lived the * crew, of which I became CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. I9 now painfully conscious that I was one. If there had beenthe slightest chance, I should have run away; but runningaway from a ship is a very different thing from running awayfrom a farm. If I had wished myself back on the farm before, howmuch more did I wish it now! But too late, too late, for wewere all ordered up out of the forecastle even before I hadtasted a mouthful of food. In truth, however, it is very likelythat I was too sick with the foul odors, tobacco-smoke, andheart-burnings to have eaten anything, even had it been setbefore me. Upon reaching the deck, I was immediately orde
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