THE PLEASURES OF THE DEEP

Oamaru Mail, Volume I, Issue 310, 21 April 1877, Page 4

THE PLEASURES OF THE DEEP

A Detroit boy, after finishing the last chapter- of a book called The Pleasure ß of the Deep," pleaded with his father to let him ship aboard a lake schooner. The oM man smiled a grim smile, took the case under consideration, and in a few days the boy was on the rotting deep hav'ng shipped as a greenhorn on board of a vessel in the lumber trade. He sailed to Saginaw, came down and crossed to Toledo, and next day he appeared in Detroit, lame and etiff, his throat sore, one eye nearly •hut, and a feeling of humbleness running nil through him, " What T hack again t' T cried the old man, as the boy entered the house. " Yes, father ; I want to saw all the wood for winter, bring in all the coat, clean ©tit the cellar, and paint the barn, and yon needn't give me but two meals a day." "Don't you tike sailing!" "Father, you do- not begin to realise anything about it* The captain sailed right along on Sunday the same as any other day, and I believe he swore even harder. He woritdri't give me an umbrella when it rained ; he made me sit up most the night, and two or three times he called uie up at midnight and made me haul on ropes and drag old sails around. There wasn't a night when all of us got otf to hed I at nine- o'clock, and there was rv >t a day that he didn't boss us around and hrwuk in on u» every tiitw we got to wading anything that waa good. I like fan K father ; and I wished yon owned a farm I"