Little By Little - or, The Cruise of the Flyaway

Oliver Optic

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• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
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The Project Gutenberg EBook of Little By Little, by William Taylor Adams This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: Little By Little or, The Cruise of the Flyaway Author: William Taylor Adams Release Date: August 21, 2007 [EBook #22365] Language: English Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE BY LITTLE *** Produced by David Garcia, Martin Pettit and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net Transcriber's Note: The text on pages 93 and 95 was transposed - it has been placed in the correct order. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected. LITTLE BY LITTLE OR The Cruise of the Flyaway BY WILLIAM TAYLOR ADAMS (OLIVER OPTIC) CHICAGO UNION SCHOOL FURNISHING COMPANY PUBLISHERS TO CHARLES LABAN ADAMS This Book IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED B Y HIS UNCLE. PREFACE In presenting to his young friends the sixth volume of the "Library for Young People," the author cannot be unconscious of what the readers of his former books require of him. They will turn the leaves of "Little by Little," expecting to find an abundance of stirring incidents; and he hopes they will not be disappointed. Some of the older readers and sterner critics will look for [Pg 5] romantic and rather exaggerated events; but he thinks they will look in vain, for as we grow older we become more reasonable, and do not expect showers of gold to fall upon every seedy hero, or to see nice young gentlemen leap over lofty precipices without sometimes being dashed to pieces. But the author hopes that something more than exciting incidents will be found upon his pages; that, though he has seldom, if ever, gone out of his way to define the moral quality, or measure the moral quantity, of the words and deeds of his characters, the story will not be found wanting in a true Christian spirit. Paul Duncan, the hero of this volume, is a nautical young gentleman, and most of the events of the story occur upon the water; but the author hopes his young [Pg 6] lady friends will not make faces at him on this account. The boys insisted upon having a sea story, and being the "lords of creation," of course they must be indulged; but the writer most solemnly promises to remember the girls next time. Thanking my young friends again for the continued kindness manifested towards my pets, I give them "Little by Little," hoping that the excellent spirit of Paul Duncan will pervade their minds and hearts, and lead them forward to the material and moral triumphs which crowned his useful life. WILLIAM T. ADAMS. D ORCHESTER, August 28, 1860. CONTENTS. PREFACE. I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVII. XVIII. XIX. XX. XXI. [Pg 7] Paul Duncan Disobeys Orders Paul is Cool and Self-possessed Paul Hears Bad News Paul Becomes the Head of the Family Paul Cooks His Own Breakfast, and Goes a-Fishing Paul Makes a Good Speculation Paul Goes Into Business on His Own Account Paul Takes a Cold Bath Paul Becomes the Skipper of the Fawn Paul and John are Very Much Excited Paul's First Cruise in the Fawn Paul Sleeps on His Watch Paul Makes a Night Run in the Storm Paul Scolds the First Officer of the Fawn Paul Goes on a Cruise in the Flyaway Paul Witnesses a Mutiny Paul Discovers that Mischief is Brewing Paul is Made a Prisoner Paul Takes Command of the Flyaway Paul Exercises a Strong Moral Influence Paul Advances Little by Little, and the Story Ends LITTLE BY LITTLE; OR, [Pg 9] THE CRUISE OF THE FLYAWAY. CHAPTER I. PAUL DUNCAN DISOBEYS ORDERS. "I'll give you a quarter, Paul, if you will take me down to the Point in your boat," said Thomas Nettle, as he came down to the beach where the boy addressed was baling out an old dingy-looking boat. "It blows too hard," replied Paul Duncan. "The club went down in their boat." "But it didn't blow so hard then as it does now. It's a regular sou'easter." "What are you afraid of, Paul?" "I'm not afraid; but there's no use of risking your life for a quarter." "I'll give you a half, then." Paul Duncan hesitated. Half a dollar was a great deal of money to him, and more than often found its way into his exchequer. He glanced at the whitecapped waves in the bay, and then at Thomas. "There's no ballast in her," said he. "Put some rocks in, then." "I think it's rather dangerous, and I don't believe your mother would agree to have you go out in a boat in such a blow as this." "My mother! Humph! Let me tell you I'm not tied to my mother's apron string. I think I'm old enough to have a will of my own. Don't talk to me about my mother," replied Thomas contemptuously. "I'm not a baby." "Just as you please; but I think it blows too hard to go out." "Let me have your boat, and I'll go alone then, if you are afraid to go." "I'm not afraid," answered Paul, stung by these repeated implications upon his courage. "Jump in, and I'll give you enough of it before you get half way to the Point." [Pg 10] Thomas got into the boat, which was anything but a beauty in her shape and appointments. Paul pushed her off the beach upon which she had grounded, and as she receded from the shore, leaped on board of her. Placing an oar at the stern, he sculled her out a short distance from the land, and then shook out the sail. The first flaw of wind that struck it heeled the boat over so far that Thomas leaped with desperate haste up to the windward side. "Don't be afraid, Tom," said Paul, with a smile. "She has got the wind now." "Who's afraid?" demanded Thomas. "I thought you were by the way you jumped." "Well, the gunnel of your old craft went under." "Not quite." "I say it did; and you don't suppose I was going to sit there and be spilled into the drink—do you?" continued Thomas, sharply. "I won't dispute with you; she heeled over, as a boat always will when she first gets the wind." "You think you are an old salt, Paul, but you don't know enough to navigate a herring pond." "Just as you like," replied Paul, whose good nature was proof against the assaults of his companion. "I don't pretend to know much; but I think I understand this old boat pretty well." "Paul! Paul!" cried a voice from the shore. "That's my mother," said the young boatman, as he discovered a woman on the beach. "What do you want, mother?" "Come ashore," replied Mrs. Duncan, whose voice was almost drowned by the noise of the waves as they beat against the boat. Paul's mother seemed to think she had said enough, for her son was generally a very obedient boy, and she turned to walk up the bluff towards the house. But she knew enough about the management of a boat to perceive that, in this instance, her order was not obeyed. "Come ashore right off, Paul," she repeated with an emphasis that was [Pg 12] calculated to make an impression upon the rebellious party. "Do you want me, mother?" asked Paul, as he put the boat about, and brought her upon the home tack. "No, I don't want you; but it blows too hard for you to be out there. You'll capsize, as true as you're alive," replied Mrs. Duncan; and seeing the boat headed towards the shore, she hastened home. "Are you going to back out, Paul?" demanded Thomas, as the boat came about. "My mother won't let me go," replied Paul, rather sheepishly, for he was not proof against the derision of his companion. [Pg 11] "Won't let you go!" sneered Thomas. "You heard what she said." "I did; my mother would no more dare to say as much as that to me than she would dare to cut my head off. She knows her place better." Paul was not a little shocked by this unfeeling speech, and could not help seeing that Thomas had not much regard for his mother. For his own part, he loved his mother very much, though he was not exactly willing to confess the fact to a boy who entertained such opinions as those of Thomas Nettle. He had been accustomed to obey his mother for the respect and love he bore her, and it had never before occurred to him that she overstepped the bounds of reason and propriety in presuming to command him. Paul had the reputation of being a [Pg 13] good boy, both at home and among the neighbors; but it must not be inferred that he was perfect, that he never disobeyed his father and mother,—though the instances were very rare,—or that he never did what he knew to be wrong. He had his faults and his weaknesses; but for the present I shall let my young reader discover them from what he says and what he does. He was disturbed by the derision of his friend, no less than by his impudent self-possession. He even asked himself why he should be tied to his mother's apron string, as Thomas expressed the subjection of the child to the parent. He was only a year younger than his companion, and he began to question whether it was not about time for him to assert his own independence, and cut the apron string when it pulled too hard upon his inclination. Paul was the oldest of a family of six children, and was now in his fourteenth year. His father was a journeyman ship carpenter—an honest, temperate, hardworking man, who was obliged to struggle with the realities of life in order to win a comfortable subsistence for his large family. In the inoffensive sense of the term, he was a poor man; that is, he lived from hand to mouth, and had not saved a single dollar with which to meet the misfortunes of life. But he had brought up his family as well as he could, and given the oldest the best education his limited means would afford. Thomas Nettle's father was a wealthy merchant, who had retired from active [Pg 14] business, and lived upon his beautiful estate in Bayville, in which transpired the events of my story. Major Nettle, as his townsmen called him,—for he had attained to the rank indicated by his military title in the mi