The Life of a Ship

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Song of the Sailor Boy. Oh! I love the great blue ocean, I love the whistling breeze,When the gallant ship sweeps lightly Across the surging seas.I watched my first ship building; I saw her timbers rise,Until her masts were towering Up in the bright blue skies. I heard the cheers ascending, I saw her kiss the foam,When first her hull went plunging Into her ocean home.Her flags were gaily streaming, And her sails were full and round,When the shout from shore came ringing, “Hurrah! for the Outward-bound!” But, alas! ere long a tempest Came down with awful roarAnd dashed our ship in pieces Upon a foreign shore.But He who holds the waters In His almighty hand,Brought all the sailors safely Back to their native land. Davy was a fisher boy; and Davy was a very active little boy; and Davy wanted to go to sea. His father was a fisherman, his grandfather had been a fisherman, and his great-grandfather had been a fisherman: so we need not wonder much that little Davy took to the salt water like a fish. When he was very little he used to wade in it, and catch crabs in it, and gather shells on the shore, or build castles on the sands. Sometimes, too, he fell into the water neck and heels, and ran home to his mother, who used to whip him and set him to dry before the fire; but, as he grew older, he went with his father in the boat to fish, and from that time forward he began to wish to go to sea in one of the large ships that were constantly sailing away from the harbour near his father’s cottage. One day Davy sat on a rock beside the sea, leaning on his father’s boathook, and gazing with longing eyes out upon the clear calm ocean, on which several ships and boats were floating idly, for there was not a breath of wind to fill their sails. “Oh, how I wish my father would let me go to sea!” said Davy, with a deep sigh. “I wonder if I shall ever sail away beyond that line yonder, far, far away, where the sky seems to sink into the sea!” The line that he spoke of was the horizon. Davy heaved another sigh, and smiled; for, just at that moment, his eyes fell on a small crab that stood before him with its claws up as if it were listening to what he said. “Oh, crab, crab,” cried the little boy, “you’re a happy beast!” At that moment he moved the boathook, and the crab ran away in such a desperate hurry that Davy opened his eyes wide and said, “Humph! maybe ye’re not a happy beast after all!” While he sat thus, a stout fisherman came up and asked him what he was thinking about. On being told, he said, “Will you come with me, boy, to the building-yard, and I’ll show you a ship on the ‘stocks.’ I’m goin’ as one of her crew when she’s ready for sea, and perhaps by that time your father will let you go too.” You may be sure that Davy did not refuse such a good offer; so the man and the boy went hand in hand to the yard where ships were built....