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“Well, I’ll tell you, and see what you think of it. Mr. Yelf is going to be put into the ground to-morrow, and I’ve come on to let Ben and Sally know, that they may go over to the funeral. He has left his family miserably poor. His only son is in the Ark with Captain Rhines. The neighbors are going to send in enough fo...
“There’s rock cod on the ledges; and I can tell John, who knows the shores and islands, so that you can find them. You know, John, that lone spruce on the end of Birch Pint?” “Yes, sir.” “Bring that to bear over the western pint of the Junk of Pork, at high-water mark; then bring the north-west side of Smutty Nose, and...
“Well, then, take mine; I’ll go home in yours, and we will swap at the beach.” “I wish I could do more for the poor woman; it is not much to get her a lot of fish.” “Not much for you, but it will be a great deal to her, though. They have got potatoes in the ground, and that will give them hash all winter; and beans gro...
“You don’t want any; rock fish will bite at clams; and it is most low water; then you can get some; and if you could get a lobster it would be first rate. I want you, while you are young, to get in the way of feeling for your fellow-critters, and then it will grow on you just as rum-drinking grows on a drunkard. When G...
As tired as dogs, but happy, they lay down. Fred exclaimed, “What is the matter with this bed? it seems to be going up and down.” “It’s the motion of the boat that is in your head,” replied John. Charlie was already snoring. CHAPTER XVIII.
GENEROSITY AND PLUCK. It was two o’clock in the morning, when Sally, who had the breakfast all ready, called the boys. “The wind is north-west, and there will be no surf round the rocks,” said Ben, who was up to help them away. “You are sure you remember the marks?”
“Yes, father; I’ve written them all down in my birch-bark book.” There was a moderate breeze, the fag end of a north-wester, and the canoe, which was large, and had excellent oars, sail, and a first-rate steering paddle, went off before it rolling and going over the water at a great rate. They soon lost sight of the is...
“It’s great--ain’t it? to be going through the water in this wild way, and not see or hear anything but the waves. Only see how she runs when she gets on the top of one of these long seas; and how they come up under the stern, and roll over, and go boo.” “If we should get out so far by daylight,” said Fred, “that we co...
“I don’t think there’s much fun without some risk; every old woman would go to sea if there was no danger.” “I’m a great deal more afraid of the wind dying,” said Charlie; “it don’t blow near so hard as it did; we may have to row.” They ran on about an hour longer, when Fred cried out, “It’s daybreak, I know; there is ...
“I see Elm Island,” shouted Fred. “So do I,” said John; “give us your book, Charlie. Luff her up; I can’t see Birch Point at all; the island hides it; there it comes out. Luff, Charlie; I see the lone spruce; luff more yet; there, it’s on the Junk of Pork; there’s one mark, anyhow. Fred, you keep your eye on the mark, ...
“I think,” said Charlie, “we had better take a bite before we wet our lines, for if we get the fish round we shan’t want to stop.” As he spoke, he pulled out a pail and jug from beneath the head-board of the canoe,--one containing coffee, the other bread, meat, and two apple pies, which Sally had made the evening befor...
“What a handsome fellow!” said Fred; “his fins, eyes, and gills are red, and also his back.” “What a beauty! Good luck for the widow,” said John, as he threw another beside it. By this time Fred had got his line overboard, and soon added another to those already caught. For hours nothing was heard but the whizzing of l...
In addition to their clams, the boys had an abundance of lobsters and wrinkles; they had also brought some of the smelts caught in the mouth of the brook the day before. They pounded these up, and threw them into the water, which, as they sunk down and drifted astern, drew the fish from all quarters. “I wonder what I’v...
“It may be a halibut,” said Charlie, taking hold of the line to help him. But John, looking over the side, burst into laughter, as he exclaimed, “You’ve got the anchor!” “I’ve got something; it ain’t an anchor, neither,” said Charlie, and pulled up an enormous lobster. “How much bigger they grow off here in the deep wa...
They had now caught a great many fish, and began to feel somewhat tired. Their hands, too, were sore and parboiled from the friction of the line and constant soaking in the water, especially those of John and Fred, who did not know how to take out the hook without putting their fingers into the fish’s mouth, and scratc...
“I don’t know; Charlie, come here and tell us what this is.” “That,” said Charlie, “is a lump-fish; he don’t belong here, on a rock cod ledge, but I suppose he’s out making calls this pleasant day.” “I should think he was a lump,” said John; “he’s square, both ends.” “They are first rate to eat,” said Charlie; “let’s t...
“What is the best bait for him, Charlie?” “I don’t know. You and Fred bait him with lobster, and I will bait him with clams.” They baited their hooks, and lowering them gently into the water, watched the result. The lump, who was nearest to Charlie’s bait, swam up to it, turned it round, smelt of it, and then moved off...
But before the clumsy creature arrived at the spot, two rock cod darted at both baits, and were caught. They now all three baited with lobster, and Fred caught him. An ugly-looking, misshapen thing he was, with a black, dirty skin, like a sculpin, and called, from his lack of proportions, a lump-fish. “How curious some...
“Let’s reel up our lines,” said Charlie; “the tide has turned.” “Let’s wait a little while, and eat up the rest of our grub; perhaps there will be a southerly wind.” After reeling up their lines, they amused themselves a while by dropping pieces of bait into the water, and seeing the fish run after it, and try to take ...
They pulled up the anchor, and, setting the sail, continued their repast, while the canoe drifted along with the flood tide. With a fair wind and tide, they now made rapid progress, and Elm Island, with the house, was soon in full view. They were so wet with hauling in their lines, and the wind from the sea was so damp...
Fred changed the direction of the canoe, thus enabling them to look into the cove. “Why, he’s got two fires, a big and a little one; and there’s Tige along with him.” “I tell you, boys,” said Fred, “I like to eat; I think half the fun of these times is, that things taste so good out doors. It feels so good, too, when y...
“When we start off so in the night,” said Charlie, “find a fishing-ground, and get lots of fish, it makes a fellow feel as though he was somebody.” “Kind of mannish,” said John. “Yes, that’s what I mean.” As they neared the shore, they were equally astonished and delighted at what they saw. From a great pile of drift s...
“I hope they’ve got the table big enough,” said John; “it’s big enough for a dozen people. But only see Tige; just you look there, Charlie; he’s got a chip in his mouth; when he’s awful glad he always gets a chip, and gives little, short barks. O, I wish he could talk! Look, Fred! here he comes; only see how fast he sw...
“You’d better believe we have,” said Fred; “fair tide and fair wind both ways; no rowing, and no slavery of any kind.” “I guess,” said Hannah Murch, “you’ll enjoy yourselves better when you get that chowder, and that something else I am going to make.” “What else, Mrs. Murch?” “That’s telling.”
“How I wish father and mother were here!” said Charlie. “Here they are,” was the reply; and Ben, Sally, and the widow Hadlock came out from behind the cart. “This is too good,” said Charlie, hugging them both. Indeed, it was as much of a surprise to Ben and his wife as to the boys. Uncle Isaac, knowing that they must c...
“I wish my mother was here, too,” said John. “Here she is,” was the reply; and Mrs. Rhines and her daughters came out from some alder bushes at the head of the cove. “What’s in that pot over the fire now?” said Fred, who was a dear lover of good cheer, and could eat as much as a heron. “Never you mind, Fred,” replied M...
While the chowder was preparing, the men, who were workmen at the business, aided by the boys, split the fish and salted them. “Now, John,” said Uncle Isaac, “these fish can stay in the pickle till you get back from the island; I’ve salted them slack, so they will not be hard and dry; then you can take them out, put th...
They now washed out the canoe, and the day’s work was done. As the boys were still some wet, they piled whole slabs on the fire, and lay down before it, waiting for supper, their wet clothes smoking in the heat. The great pot was now put in the middle of the table, and Hannah Murch filled the bowls as fast as they were...
After the chowder came the roasted eggs. Uncle Isaac now brought a broad, thin flat rock from the beach, which, after Hannah had washed in boiling water, he placed in the middle of the table. She then went to the pot which had so excited Fred’s curiosity, and took from it an apple pudding, which she had made at home, a...
It was far into the evening before the party separated. The boys lingered after the rest were gone, declaring they had eaten so much it was impossible for them to row over at present. They lay by the fire listening to the dip of Ben’s oars, and the rumble of Uncle Isaac’s cart, till both died away in the distance. “Wha...
“I won’t take a stump from anybody,” said Charlie; “go ahead; I’ll follow.” John got his clothes off first, and, running in half leg deep, hesitated. “Is it warm?” asked Fred. “Splendid!” was the reply, as he soused in.
The others followed. “Murder!” screamed Fred, the instant he got his head above water; “I should think it was splendid;” and, catching up his clothes, ran to the fire, followed by the others, their teeth chattering in their heads. Standing before the great fire, they put on their clothes, and were soon as warm as ever....
Fred slept in the middle, and, in the fulness of his heart, he hugged first one and then the other of his companions. “It seems,” said John, “that Uncle Isaac knew what we wanted better than we did ourselves.” “What shall we do to-morrow, Charlie?” He received no answer; Charlie was fast asleep; and all three of them w...
Ben was in the house when Charles came for the auger. “What does he want it for?” asked he. “I don’t know; he told me to get it.” Ben returned to the woods, wondering what Uncle Isaac could be going to do with the auger. But at night, before Charlie went to bed, he told Ben and his wife all that had been said and done ...
“Yes,” replied Ben; “and by the time they come to have discretion (as Uncle Isaac says), they have formed the habit, and half of them die drunkards. Everybody can see what rum has done for poor Mr. Yelf. How many times I’ve heard my father and mother tell what good times they used to have going there visiting; how well...
“I suppose she thought she must.” “That’s what makes me think the whole thing is wrong--that a poor creature must spend her last penny to treat her friends.” CHAPTER XIX. FRED’S SAND-BIRD PIE.
The next morning, having despatched their breakfast, they sat down under a tree, which, being on high ground, afforded a good position from which to judge of the weather. The question as to how they should spend the day, came up. “It’s going to be a splendid day,” said Fred; “and I, for one, will tell you what I should...
“We never did.” “You never tasted anything half so good as a sand-bird pie; I always calculate to have a real tuckout once a year on sand-birds. Mother takes the biggest dish in the house and bakes a smashing great pie.” “Let’s go,” said John. “Where’s the place?” “You know where Sandy Point is?”
“I hope so.” “Well, right close to it, there’s a lot of little ledges; some of them ain’t bigger at high water than a table; some not so big; just a little speck in the water.” “I know; I’ve been there many a time to shoot brants.” “These sand-birds feed on the shore till they are chock brimful, and the tide comes and ...
“Yes, she would,” replied Charlie; “she and father would like it as well as we. I’ll go and ask her.” He ran to the house, and came back, saying she would make it, if they would dress the birds. “I,” said John, “should like to go to some strange place, where we never have been. I heard Joe Griffin and Henry telling abo...
“I want to paint a box I’ve got, that I keep my things in,” said Fred. “I’ll give up the sand-bird pie; let’s go!” “It’s flood tide,” said John; “we can do both. Let us go and get the birds, have our pie, and then go and camp out at the other.” They took their guns and a luncheon, and were soon on their way. By Fred’s ...
“We’ve killed half a bushel!” cried Fred; “didn’t I tell you this was the place?” “We can never eat a quarter part of these,” said John. “Never mind; let us carry every one of them to the island; it is cool weather; they will keep till you and I go home, and then we can get our mothers to make us another pie, to rememb...
They took to their oars, and rowing with a good will, reached the island some time before noon. The instant the canoe touched the beach Charlie leaped from it, and, rushing into the house, bawled out, “Mother, put on the pot! They’re coming with the birds! O, lashings of them! I’ll make a fire!” and ran for the wood-pi...
“Then eat it now, and have your dinner on the birds.” “Yes,” said Charlie; “and then start off to camp out.” The boys ate their luncheon while the water was heating, and then began to pick and dress the birds; and, when Ben came in, he helped them. When prepared, they looked like balls of butter, they were so covered w...
“You didn’t know I had a dog--did you?” asked Charlie. “Yes,” replied John; “Sailor.” “No; one as big as three of him.” Charlie had been so much occupied with the boys, that he had forgotten all about the pig, and had not seen him for almost a week. But the pig was not at all concerned about the matter, as the woods we...
Charlie now went to the edge of the woods, and called, “Rover! Rover!” when down came the pig from the woods, and, jumping upon Charlie, put his fore feet in his lap, and rubbing his nose against him, seemed full as glad to see him as Tige ever was to see John. Charlie then put some acorns in his pocket, and the pig to...
“No; he won’t go near the water, except a mud puddle; he’s afraid of the water. A hog can’t swim much more than a hen; but I tell you what he will do, he’ll haul the baby in a cart.” Charlie had made a cart, with arms to it, for the baby, and a harness of canvas for Rover; so he harnessed up the pig, who drew the baby ...
“Let’s have a strong team,” said Fred; “let’s put them both in, one before the other.” As Tige didn’t seem very fond of the pig, and had shown some disposition to bite him, it was not thought safe to trust him behind; so they got some ropes, and traced him up forward. While they were drawing the baby in great style alo...
Charlie, meanwhile, had gone to the house with the baby. “Well,” said Sally, as she received the screaming, dripping child, “I’m sure I don’t know what this child is born for; it’s not six months old, and has been almost burned to death, and drowned.” When Charlie returned, and saw Rover in such a condition, he came ve...
“Father,” cried Charlie, “do come here; Rover is going to die; can’t you help him?” “The first thing,” said Ben, after looking at him, “is to get the water out of him.” “In England, when people are most drowned, they roll them on a barrel; shall I get one?” “I guess I can get it out easier than that,” said Ben; and, ta...
“He’s coming to!” cried Charlie; and in a few moments more the pig got up on his fore legs, but fell back again. “He’ll do well enough now; he’s only weak.” Charlie took his head in his lap and patted him, when the pig gave three or four loud grunts, and got up on his feet. Just then Sally called from the door that din...
In consequence of all this Tige was somewhat in disgrace. “You naughty dog,” said John to him, “do you know what you’ve done? almost drowned Charlie’s pig and the baby; I shouldn’t have thought that of you. What do you suppose folks would say, if it should go all over town what you have done?” But so far from manifesti...
“Well, Fred,” said Sally (when the pie had come upon the table, and he had despatched the first plateful), “what do you think of my pie?” “Tongue cannot tell,” he replied, holding out his plate for more. “I think,” said Ben, “it is about the best mess I ever tasted; I mean to have one every year after this.” “Wouldn’t ...
CHAPTER XX. A HAIR-BREADTH ESCAPE. Dinner at length being over (though later than usual, on account of the time occupied in baking the pie, and later, still, by reason of the goodness of it), they prepared to start, taking with them an axe to build a camp, tinder in a horn, flint, steel, and matches, which were made by...
“We’ve run over a breaker,” said John; “if we had been ten feet farther astern it would have filled and sunk us. How could it be that, when you and Fred are both on the lookout, you didn’t see it?” “I’ll tell you why,” said Charlie; “because it didn’t break after we were in sight. It is one of those breakers I have hea...
Our young readers must bear in mind that these canoes could only go before the wind, or a little quartering, and therefore could not, like a boat, be luffed sharp into the wind, and beat out clear of danger; hence the boys preferred to take the sail in, and trust to their oars, with which they could, if they saw a brea...
There was plenty of dead wood on the top of the bluff; this they cut, and tumbled down the bank; then cut some hemlock boughs from small bushes, that were soft to sleep on, and put them on the little elevation in the middle. Then they stuck birch-bark torches into the crannies in the cave, moored the canoe in front of ...
“Look there, boys!” said John; “see the moon shining on that surf, when it rolls up, and then on the black rock when it goes back; isn’t that handsome? I’ve left my gun and powder-horn in the canoe, and now the tide has floated her off; would you wade in?” “No; I wouldn’t wet my feet; let them be.” They now lay down to...
“Perhaps he don’t like to sleep in a cave,” said Fred, “and wants to be out doors, where he can bark at the moon. Our Watch always wants to be out moonlight nights.” “I’ll tell you; he don’t like to lie on brush, nor on the rock; I’ll make him a bed.” John called him back, and threw down his long jacket at his feet, an...
“No, we shan’t!” said John; “I can see a little light at the mouth; but what we do, we must do quickly. Follow me and Tige. Come, Tige.” And plunging into the water, he followed Tige, who led the way to the mouth of the cave, where John had seen the streak of light. There was but just room between the water and the roo...
“Who cares!” said John; “we ain’t drowned, have got a fire, and can get our things when the tide ebbs.” The first thing John did, after getting warm, was to caress Tige, as did the others. “We owe our lives to him,” said Charlie. “Yes; and I was scolding at him this very afternoon, and was a good mind to whip him. Good...
“How could he know that? I saw him,” said Charlie, “when we first came, smelling all around the walls; perhaps he smelt where the water had come before.” “Perhaps so.” “I think,” said Charlie, “a higher power than Tige had something to do with it; you know how loath your mother was to have you bring him, and wouldn’t l...
The sail of the canoe, spread over a pole supported by crotches, made them a tent, and they were soon asleep. Tige showed no disposition this time to leave the tent, but stretching himself at his master’s feet, snored audibly. The morning sun, shining in their faces, woke up the tired sleepers, and, going down to the b...
“I never saw such water as this before,” said Fred, stooping down to drink; “it is red, but it tastes well enough.” Following along its banks they found some arrow-heads, where the soil had caved away. They were made of a stone resembling flint, sharp at the point, and on each edge, but the edges were irregular, showin...
“How did they smoke with it; there’s no stem--only a little mite.” “He said they stuck a piece of elder in it for a stem.” Continuing their search, Fred dug out an iron instrument, entirely red with rust. “I know what that is,” he said, rubbing it over the edge of the hoe, to get off the rust.
“What is it?” “A tomahawk.” “It looks like a hatchet. What is it for?--to cut wood?” “To cut wood! To cut folks’ heads off, and split them open. The Indians killed my grandfather with just such a thing as that; they will throw ’em so that they will whirl over and over till the edge sticks right into a man’s skull.”
“How did they kill your grandfather?” “He was leading his horse to the brook to drink. The Indians were hid in the bushes; the horse either saw or smelt them, and wouldn’t go to the water. My grandfather tried to get him to go at first, but in a minute he thought it was Indians, and jumped on his back and set him into ...
“What is that?” “Why, don’t you know what a scalp is?” “No; what is it?” “When the Indians killed any white folks, they cut a piece of skin off the top of their heads, with the hair on, and carried it off.”
“What made ’em do that?” “I don’t know; because they were Indians, I suppose.” “Does Uncle Isaac know?” “To be sure he does.”
“Then I’ll ask him.” “Fred,” said Charlie, holding the rusty weapon in his hand, “do you expect this ever killed anybody?” “Yes; I expect it has killed many a one; there’s something red on it; perhaps it’s blood.” “May be so.”
They walked along the bank of the brook, digging here and there, but finding nothing to reward their search till they came to the edge of the forest. All around among the scattered pines were the remains of fireplaces, and large heaps of clam-shells. It was evident that here (in times long gone by) had been a camping g...
“No, it ain’t,” said Fred, who had at length found a portion that was less decayed than the rest; “it’s elm-rind.” “What is that?” “Why, the inside bark of an elm; it’s real strong. I get it every year to string corn with, to keep the crows away.” “O, Fred, look! what are these?” and Charlie picked out from among the b...
“This tooth,” said Charlie, “belonged to some wild animal--perhaps a wolf; I mean to ask Uncle Isaac. Fred, you know these things belong to both of us; what shall I give you for your share?” “Nothing, Charlie; you are welcome to my part; I don’t care for keeping such things. I like the fun of finding them, and to look ...
The others gathered round him, and, with curious eyes, examined the treasure. “Won’t we paint things!” cried Charlie. “I’ll paint everything in the house,--my sink, the baby’s cradle, my canoe, mother’s churn, the closet under the dressers, and my bedstead.” “O, Charlie!” said John; “and your house under the maple.” “Y...
“I,” said John, “mean to paint my steers’ yoke, my gunning float, sled, and the boat father made me, if we can get enough; and I’ll paint my bedroom, then put some into whitewash and paint the walls.” “I,” said Fred, “have got a sled, a chest, and a writing-desk to paint; and I mean to paint the measures in the mill, a...
The wind had now moderated to a light breeze, and was sufficiently favorable to have laid their course with a _boat_, but a _canoe_ will do nothing on the wind. “What makes everybody have canoes?” asked Charlie. “In England they have boats with keels, masts, and sails, just like sloops and schooners; they will sail on ...
“I shouldn’t think,” said Fred, “anything could be tight without oakum.” “Why not? A barrel and a pail is tight, and there is no oakum in them.” “But the staves are jointed, and the hoops squat them together.” “So the planks of these boats are jointed, and the nails are clinched, and draw them as tight as a hoop does a...
“Gold leaf!” said John; “what, the same that is on our great looking-glass, that father brought home from sea?” “Yes.” Thus chatting, they rowed leisurely along, not caring to hurry, since these were the last hours of their holiday. “How did the Indians get fire?” asked Charlie.
“I don’t know,” said John; “but they did.” “Perhaps,” said Fred, “when the lightning struck a tree, and set it on fire, they kept it, and never let it go out.” “I don’t believe but it would go out some time,” said Charlie. “I tell you what I should like to do, John; get Uncle Isaac to tell us how the Indians used to do...
“I should rather he would tell us, and then go on our own hook; and we’ll do it, Charlie.” They reached the island about eight o’clock in the evening, with all their treasures, fatigued, but happy, having enjoyed themselves to the top of their bent, and with enough to think and talk about to last them half the winter. ...
Monday morning Charlie went over with the boys to the main land. “I know the first thing I’ll have to do,” said John, as they neared the shore; “wash these fish and put them on the flakes.” “We’ll help you,” said Charlie; “it’s a short job for all three of us; and you know we’ve promised to help Uncle Isaac dig potatoe...
“So do I,” said Fred. “I should like to know,” said Charlie, “when he wants us to come, before I go back. I am going over to see.” Charlie had other reasons for wishing to see Uncle Isaac, which he kept to himself. When they were building the ark, Uncle Isaac had taken much pains to teach him to hew. Charlie knew there...
Charlie and Ben had been so fully occupied during the summer, they had not caught a single fish to dry for winter; so Charlie now busied himself in fishing, while Ben continued to hew the timber for the barn, which was to be very large. Every time Charlie went out fishing, he comforted himself with the thought of what ...
“Charlie, what time is it high water to-morrow?” “Nine o’clock, mother.” “But perhaps the tide will forget to come up.” “O, mother! that’s impossible.”
“Well, when the tide forgets to flow, Uncle Isaac will forget his promise.” The next day, as Charlie was coming home from fishing, about two o’clock, he thought there was something white in Captain Rhines’s window. The moment he landed, he scampered to the house to look through the glass. Sure enough, there was the sig...
“You had better go to-night; perhaps it may blow hard to-morrow, and be a fair day, too.” “I will, mother, as soon as I split and salt my fish.” “I’ll salt them; you split them, and start right off, and you’ll get over there to supper. I’ll have a luncheon for you by the time you get them split.” The boys found that Un...
The next day the boys went over and dug her potatoes, and threshed some beans and peas, which she had pulled and dried herself. In the mean time Uncle Isaac, and two more of the neighbors, went and chopped some wood, and the next day hauled it to her. The tears of gratitude and joy streamed down the old lady’s cheeks a...
Unable to prevail with Uncle Isaac, they put the fish in the cart, and set out. When in sight of the house they stopped for consultation. “You go to the door and knock, Fred,” said John. “I’m sure I can’t; I never spoke to her in my life. It’s your place to go; it’s your cart and oxen.” “You go, Charlie, that’s a good ...
“O, I don’t think I’m the one to go at all, John. I’m a stranger in these parts, and don’t know her, nor the ways of the people here.” John, ordinarily so resolute, and the leader in all enterprises, blushed like a girl, and seemed quite frightened. “What shall I say?” he inquired of his companions, who were by no mean...
John went to the door and knocked, while the others hid behind the cart. The old lady knew John right well; he had been there on many an errand of mercy, sent by his mother. “Fred Williams, Charlie Bell, and me, he stammered out, have brought you some dry fish; we expect they are first rate, because Uncle Isaac slack-s...
“This,” said John, “is Charlie Bell; he’s an English boy, and lives with our Ben on Elm Island.” “I remember now hearing Hannah Murch tell about him; she said he was a nice, steady boy, and that Ben and Sally set great store by him. He looks like a good boy.” “He’s a real smart boy, too,” said John (giving Fred a punch...
Under this cross-fire Charlie’s face grew red as a fire-coal, and he was glad to escape from his tormentors by leaving the house. When Uncle Isaac found what turn matters had taken, he was thoroughly vexed, and went directly to explain, and set the affair right. The good lady was no less troubled to find what a blunder...
“The first thing to be considered is, whether you ought to spend your money in this way; if you spend all you earn, you will never have anything.” “Don’t think that I don’t know the value of money,--misery has taught me that; but what would have become of me if mother had not taken me in? for it was all her doings. Whe...
Charlie was delighted to find that it came within his means. He said nothing to Uncle Isaac of the Indian relics, meaning to show them to him when he came on the island, but told him about the paint. “The Indians used to get it there,” said Uncle Isaac, “to paint their faces red, when they went on the war-path.” “It is...
“It will?” “Yes. Put a little in a skillet, and heat it gradually, so as not to scorch it, and it will turn red.” “How glad I am! now I can have _two_ colors--red and yellow--to paint my canoe. Don’t tell John--will you? I want to astonish him.” “He won’t ask me; he isn’t such an inquiring, thinking, contriving critter...
“Yes; if I could send to Salem and buy lampblack.” “You can make it right on the island.” “Make it?” “Yes; it’s nothing but ‘sut.’ Get a whole lot of pitch wood, and burn it in some tight thing, so as to keep in the smoke; the black will stick to the sides, and you can scrape it off, as good lampblack as you can buy, a...
“We have got plenty of oil,--hake, cod, and seal.” “I wouldn’t use _that_; it is almost impossible to make it dry; you can get linseed oil at the store.” Wonderfully delighted with this discovery, Charlie borrowed a jug, procured his oil, some cloth to make a sail for his canoe, and went back determined to create a sen...
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