Cast away in the cold : an old man's story of a young man's adventures, as related by Captain John Hardy, mariner . ike the little fellow to do it, and what he wrotewas like him too. It began thus : * Through the mercy ofProvidence I have been saved, and am coming back to you,mother dear. Then we were shipped on board an American vessel, by theAmerican Consul, for New York, where we arrived after aprosperous voyage, in good health, and without anything hap-pening to us worth mentioning. This was on the 22d day ofDecember, which made just three years, nine months, andnineteen days since we sail
Cast away in the cold : an old man's story of a young man's adventures, as related by Captain John Hardy, mariner . ike the little fellow to do it, and what he wrotewas like him too. It began thus : * Through the mercy ofProvidence I have been saved, and am coming back to you,mother dear. Then we were shipped on board an American vessel, by theAmerican Consul, for New York, where we arrived after aprosperous voyage, in good health, and without anything hap-pening to us worth mentioning. This was on the 22d day ofDecember, which made just three years, nine months, andnineteen days since we sailed from New Bedford. As soon as we had landed, we set out for the hospital tofind the Deans mother. The Dean had directed his letterthere, thinking that if she had got well and gone away, theywould know where; and this they did, so we took down the CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. 257 address and hurried on. It was in a little by-street, and wehad much trouble to find it ; but by and by we came upon atumble-down old house, and were shown into a little tumble-down old room, with a tumble-down old bed in it, and a tumble-. The Deans Mother. down box for a chair, and a small tumble-down table, and rightin the middle of the floor stood a little woman that was moretumble-down than all. It was the Deans poor mother. Shestood beside a tub in which she had been washing clothes,and she held a scrap of paper in both her hands, which, bony 258 CAST AWAY IN THE COLD. and hard with work, work, work, and scrub, scrub, scrub, weretrembling violently, while she tried to puzzle out the contentsof the Deans letter (for this it was), that she held up beforea face the deep wrinkles on which told of many sorrows andmuch suffering. The letter had arrived only a few minutesbefore we did, and she had only just made out that it was fromthe Dean, and we could see that this had started great tearsrolling down her cheeks. But there was no use to puzzle more now. There was herdarling, bright-haired boy, whom she * a
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