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I'VE BEEN THINKING;
OR,
_THE SECRET OF SUCCESS_.
BY A. S. ROE,
AUTHOR OF "LOOKING ROUND."
WARD, LOCK AND CO.
LONDON, NEW YORK, AND MELBOURNE
I'VE BEEN THINKING.
CHAPTER I.
'Where is the use, Jim, of our working and working to raise so many
vegetables? we never can use them all. Mother said last year there was
no necessity for raising more than we could eat, and now this potato
patch is larger than ever.' And as he said this, the little speaker
threw himself upon the soft ground, struck his hoe into the soil, and
looked up at his brother to see how he would take it.
Jim, as he was called, rested a moment on his hoe, eyed his brother
closely, and then, with something of a smile, replied:
'Come, Ned, don't give up to lazy feelings; the things will do somebody
good; and you know my father always told us, that it was better to be at
work, even if we got no pay for it: and besides, I have been thinking of
a plan by which we may do something with what we raise, if we have more
than we can use.'
'What plan, Jim?' and Ned raised himself from his prostrate position,
and sitting with both hands resting on the ground, looked very
inquiringly at his brother.
'Why, suppose we should try to sell some of the things we raise?'
'Try to _sell_, Jim? ha, ha, ha!' and the little fellow threw himself
upon the ground, and indulged in a hearty fit of laughter. Jim laughed a
little himself, resuming his work, and hauling the dirt up faster around
the potatoes he was hilling.
'Come, Ned, you had better go to work; the sun will soon be down, and we
shall not get our task done.'
'Well, tell me then _where_ you are going to sell the things; that's
all.'
'I shall say no more about it now, at any rate; you will only laugh at
it. So come, take up your row.'
Ned, perceiving that Jim was working upon both rows, was ashamed to
waste any more time, and inspirited by his brother's kindness, sprang to
his feet, and the two boys worked away with alacrity.
The sun had gone down, the cow had been milked and the pigs fed, the
hens had all gone to roost, and the two brothers had sauntered towards
the river which ran before their dwelling, and taken a seat together on
a rock under the branches of a huge oak, of which there were several
around the premises. Before them lay, _first_; a gentle slope of short
greensward, part of what was known as the town commons, where every
body's cow, or pig, or goose, could roam unmolested; beyond _this_ lay a
smooth sandy shore, washed by a river, whose waters had not far to go
before they mingled with the ocean, or with a large arm of the ocean;
along the shore, as far as the eye could reach, was the same, or nearly
the same, strip of green commons, dotted here and there with small rude
dwellings, the abodes of a few fishermen, who existed on the products of
the river that rolled before them; a few small boats lay drawn up on the
shore, and occasionally a row of stakes running out into the water, told
where the fishermen had planted their nets. The only house in sight that
had any appearance of comfort was the one these brothers called their
home--a plain one-story building, with a little wing to it; a paling ran
in front and around three sides, enclosing the patch of ground used as
their garden; a few fine old trees threw their shadows over and around
the premises, adding much to the domestic aspect of the place; a
pleasant country spread back from the river, and in the distance could
be seen here and there the chimney top, or the peaked roof of some
obscure dwelling, making no greater pretensions than those described.
'I wonder what Sam Oakum is doing along shore there?'
'Where, Jim?'
'Down by that clump of rocks. Don't you see him?'
'Oh, he is picking up horse-shoes; he has not fed his pigs yet; I
suppose his father is drunk to-day, and the pigs are squealing, and Sam
has gone to look for something for them to eat; poor fellow!'
'Sam is a clever fellow; I do wish his father would act differently. I
cannot see what is to become of him. They who have no father are bad
enough off, but I think poor Sam is worse off still.'
'Do you think, Jim, if father had lived, that we should have stayed
here?'
'I cannot say--I suppose we should. Why do you ask that question, Ned?'
'Because I think it is a poor place to get a living in; nor do I see how
we are going to get along here; it is hard hoeing for it any how.'
'_Hard hoeing?_ I don't think so, Ned; it is a great deal harder doing
nothing.'
'Perhaps it is; I should like to try it once, and see.'
'I believe it to be true what father often said, that "hard work made
short nights and sweet food," and if we should give up work, what would
become of mother and Ellen?'
'I will work for them, Jim, as long as I have got any fingers to work
with; but we may hoe and hoe here all our lives, and what will it amount
to?'
'I have been thinking a great deal about that, Ned, and therefore I
spoke to you as I did to-day when you laughed so at me.'
'Well, tell me _now_, Jim; I promise you I will not laugh any more.'
'I have been thinking for some time, just as you say, Ned, "that we must
hoe and hoe all our lives," and without much hope of making our
condition any better.'
'Why you see, Jim, if there was any one here to buy what we raised, more
than we wanted to eat, there would be some use in raising all we could.'
'I know it, Ned; and the great trouble is, that the folks all round here
are as poor as we are, and the most of them not so well off; they live
from hand to mouth, and would never want any thing we could raise.'
'Why, I suppose they would like our strawberries and peaches well
enough, if we would give them away; but they will never take the trouble
to raise any for themselves, and I am very sure they will never have any
money to buy them with.'
'That is it, Ned; you are right now. Father has taught us to raise such
things, you know, and if we had any way to dispose of them, we could
raise many more than we do.'
'Then you would see how I could work, Jim, and we would stuff the old
garden full of every thing.'
'I have been thinking--now, you won't laugh again?'
'No, I won't, I promise you.'
'Well, I have been thinking--you know, just over the other side of the
island is that large fort; sometimes there is quite a company of
soldiers, and always some officers and their families there; the grounds
about there are so rocky and sandy, that they cannot raise any thing if
they would; they no doubt get their provisions in large quantities from
a distance, but the officers and their families might like some of our
fruits and vegetables, as we could supply them fresh; the only thing is,
how to get there?'
'Yes, Jim, that would be the trouble; we have no boat, and we should not
know how to manage one if we had it, and mother would be so afraid to
let us go such a distance on the water.'
'I have thought of these difficulties, Ned, but I believe we can get
along with them. I know it will be difficult getting to the fort
sometimes, in rough weather; and then, as you say, we have no boat, and
we should not be able to manage one if we had it; but how would it do to
ask Sam Oakum to join us?'
'Sam Oakum is the very fellow, just the very fellow; but stop, Jim, Sam
has not got a boat.'
'I know that; but no doubt he can borrow one for the first trip, and
then, if our plan should succeed, perhaps we could hire it until we were
able to buy one for ourselves.'
Ned could stand it no longer; he jumped from the rock, clapped his
hands, huzzaed, caught hold of Jowler, who had sprung up, and was
barking away in answer to Ned's huzza, and down they went on the green
sward together.
'Don't go crazy, Ned, we may be disappointed after all; mother may not
give her consent, Sam may be unwilling to go, or not able to get a
boat.'
'Do stop, Jim, bringing up difficulties; I don't want to hear them now.
I know mother will let us go, and I know Sam will like dearly to join
us; he can get a boat, I am sure he can.'
'Well, Ned, the first thing we must do is, to get mother's consent.'
'Yes, and you will speak to her this very night, won't you, Jim? I will
put in a word once in a while, just to help along.'
Twilight was past; the stars were shining through a clear bright sky,
when these two brothers retraced their steps towards home. It is
pleasant to see them so cheerfully complying with that command, 'Honor
thy father and thy mother, that thy days may be long in the land which
the Lord thy God giveth thee.'
And now I suppose my readers may be anxious to know some particulars
about our boys, and the place where they lived.
Their father, Mr. James Montjoy, who had died a few months before the
period at which our story commences, was rather a plain man in his
appearance and manners, and lived on a small pension just enough to
sustain his family, so that he left nothing for their support but the
house and garden. I think he must have been a good man, for his boys
revered his name, and often repeated his sayings to each other; and on
no account would they deviate from what they believed would have been
his will.
As to the place where they lived, I have already partly described it; it
was a very retired spot, a few farm-houses were scattered about at
irregular intervals, but all wearing the same general aspect. A want of
enterprise was manifest on every side; poor roads, poor fences, broken
barns, patched windows in almost every house, miserable-looking waggons
and horses, and people in appearance as uncouth and woe-begone as their
teams.
There was but one store in the place, and how that was supplied was
somewhat mysterious; for no boats sailed from or to this lone spot. I
have heard, that once in a year a large lumber waggon, that came from a
distance, brought a load of casks and boxes, which contained all the
goods necessary to supply the few wants of its customers, a little tea,
and sugar, and molasses, and a few coarse dry goods, with an undue
proportion of whiskey. The storekeeper looked no better than his
customers; he was a dried-up, wrinkled little man, with a very red nose;
always clad in a suit of grey clothes, with a broad-brimmed greasy hat,
turned up in front, and a pair of iron spectacles, through which stared
two very large eyes, somewhat the worse for the use of cider and
whiskey.
The store itself was a long, low, tumble-down-looking place, with a shed
running along its front, under which might almost always be seen a
certain number of miserably dressed persons, the customers of the
store.
It will be of no use to any of my readers to be told the real name of
this place, nor its exact locality. I have mentioned that it was on a
river, and not far from where that river emptied itself into a sound, or
arm of the sea; but as there are a great many rivers and sounds in our
beautiful country, I must leave you all to guess the right one. And
perhaps many of you will pass this place, or have already passed it many
times, and when you have seen, or shall see, the beautiful church spire
that now rises from the midst of the trees which embower it, and the
neat white houses along the shore, and the trim vessels that line the
wharves, and hear the lively--'Yo, heave yo!' of the sailors, as they
hoist the white sail to the breeze, you will little dream that it was
once as I have described it.
And now we must see how Jim gets along in gaining the consent of his
mother.
Mrs. Montjoy was a good mother, and loved her three children most
tenderly; but as all mothers who truly love their children must
sometimes deny their wishes, Jim and Ned had learned some lessons, which
made them feel less and less confident the more they thought of the
matter. At length the former, taking up the candle, whispered to his
brother.--
'Perhaps, Ned, we had better not say anything about it until to-morrow.'
'I think so too, Jim.'
So, kissing their mother and little Ellen, up they went to their garret
room, talking and laughing in great spirits.
'The poor dear children,' thought Mrs. Montjoy, 'it makes my heart ache
to hear them; they think not of the future. May God, in his mercy, open
some way, for I see but a poor prospect before them. And it may be that
prayer was heard, and the God of the widow and the fatherless was
preparing the means by which these unprotected children would prove the
light of their native place, and her stay and comfort. Had she seen them
as they knelt down by the bedside together, she would have felt that her
children were not fatherless.
The next morning the boys had a long conference with their mother; and
after she had listened to their plans, and stated to them, more
particularly than she had ever before done, the straitened circumstances
to which they were reduced, and expressed many fears on account of their
exposure on the water, she finally agreed that they might try what they
could do.
No sooner had they reached the door, after thus accomplishing their
wishes, than Ned started on the full run, jumped over the first thing
that stood in his way--which happened to be old Jowler--caught up his
hoe from under the shed, and entering the garden by a cross cut, began
tearing the dirt around the potato hills with all his might.
Jim walked very leisurely to his work, and for some time permitted his
brother to go on, thinking that he would soon become tired, and relax
his efforts; but seeing that Ned was coming back on _his_ row,--
'You had better keep your own row, Ned; I shall get along soon enough
with mine, and you will only tire yourself by working so fast.'
'Well, I am in such a hurry, Jim; I want to get these potato hills
finished, so that we can go and talk with Sam Oakum about the boat.'
'I am as much in a hurry as you are, Ned; but we have quite a patch to
hill yet, and we shall get through sooner, by working steadily, besides
doing our work better; we can get along with them by the middle of the
afternoon, and that will give us time enough to see Sam.'
And as Jim had said, by the middle of the afternoon the last hill of
potatoes was finished; and, having made all their arrangements, and
agreed upon all they would say to Sam, they had nothing to do but go to
the tree where they placed their tools, and hang up their hoes for that
day.
As Sam Oakum will be a prominent character in our story, I must
introduce him more particularly to my reader. His father lived in one of
the huts which I have said were scattered along the shore of the river
for some distance, and followed the occupation which _his_ father had
followed before him, that of a fisherman; or, in other words, that of
catching a few fish or clams, sufficient to satisfy the cravings of
hunger for the day, and spending the rest of it in idleness and
drinking, without enterprise or ambition. As their fathers had done for
generations back, so did they; they seemed to feel that it was their
luck to be poor, and, to all appearance, felt willing that their
children should follow in their steps.
Sam Oakum's father was rather a superior man to his neighbors; he had
some knowledge, too, of boat-building; he had never learned the trade,
but, being ingenious, could put together a small craft quite decently,
and the few poor boats which the fisherman owned were the work of his
hands; but he also exceeded many of his neighbors in the use of strong
drink, and too frequently it was feared that his wife and children
suffered for the necessaries of life, because the father was away, and
in no condition to get home. For a few years past, however, since Sam
had become able to manage a boat, he would see that there was food for
his mother and sisters, although there had been as yet no opening for
him by which he could do any more than this. There was no ground
attached to their poor house for him to cultivate; there was no work in
the vicinity that he could get; and the boat, by means of which he could
procure their supply from the water, he was obliged to borrow.
Sam was now about sixteen years of age; a good-looking fellow he was
too, although his clothes were old and patched; his hair was black as a
coal, and very much disposed to curl; he had a good open countenance,
very bright black eyes, and a fine nut-brown complexion. As we shall
learn his character in the progress of our story, it will not be
necessary to describe him any closer at present.
On the day that Jim and Ned had been so successful in obtaining the
consent of their mother to put their plan into execution, Sam had
experienced a severe trial: his father had indulged more freely his
dreadful appetite, and although in general kind to his family, had begun
to manifest a morose and sullen temper.
Sam's mother was a good-natured, inoffensive woman, always endeavouring
to make the best of things; managing as well as she could with what was
in the house, and although sorely pinched sometimes, never finding fault
with her husband.
'It would do no good,' she said, 'to be dinging at Oakum; it would only
make him worse.'
So the poor soul went on from day to day, doing her best, and always
hoping, woman like, that he would be different one of these days; but on
this eventful morning her accumulated grievances could no longer be
repressed, and as her husband was about to leave the house, only to
return at evening in a wretched condition, she ventured to say to him--
'Oakum, don't you think you'd better not go up to the store to-day?'
'Don't I _think_ I'd better _not_? _No_, I don't--what makes you ask
me?'
'Oh well, I didn't mean no harm; only you have been away so much
lately.'
'Well, supposing I have, whose business is _that_, I want to know?'
'Why nobody's, I suppose; only you know, Oakum, we ain't got nothing in
the house but them two fish you brought in this morning; there ain't no
meal nor nothing.'
'No meal nor nothing; yes, there is meal: didn't I bring home some
yesterday?'
'Well, you know how that was, the pigs got at it.'
'The pigs got at it--then why didn't you take care of it, and not let
the pigs get the children's bread?'
'It wasn't mother's fault,' said Sam, who was by at the time, and knew
all the circumstances.
'Whose fault was it then, you little vagabond?'
'I ain't a vagabond yet; but we shall all be soon, if you keep going to
Grizzle's every day.'
Sam's father was utterly confounded; he took off his hat and sat down.
'What, are my children going to rise up against me? Go out of the house,
sir.'
Poor Mrs. Oakum was in great trouble. Sam had said what was true; his
father had, in a state of unconsciousness, left the flour at the mercy
of the pigs; but she felt sorry that he had spoken, and Sam soon felt
very sorry for it too; his conscience upbraided him; he went out of the
house and kept as busy as he could, but he could not feel happy.
By little and little Oakum found out from his wife all about the meal;
he was thoroughly ashamed, asked for another bag, and immediately took
his hat and departed.
About the middle of the afternoon Sam sauntered along the shore to a
large flat rock that stood just at the water's edge. He took a seat upon
it, and with his eye stretched far over the beautiful bay, mused on his
sad condition and hopeless prospects. Was life to be as it had ever
been--a scene of idleness and want, a waste, with nothing to cheer or
stimulate his youthful mind? without education (not being able even to
read), without a trade, or the prospect of one, or any employment that
offered the least inducement to exertion? His conscience sorely troubled
him also on account of the disrespect he had shown to his father that
morning; and as he mused, his excited feelings started the tears down
his sunburnt face, and in the agony of the moment he exclaimed,
'I wish I was--'
'What do you wish?' said Ned Montjoy, as he stole up behind, and put his
hands over Sam's eyes.
'But what is it, Sam?' you are in trouble; tell us right away. 'Can Jim
and I help you?'
Sam wiped away his tears as he best could, but was unable at once to
make any reply.
'Come, Sam, tell us, has anything happened to day?'
'Oh, nothing particular, Ned; only sometimes I get tired of living as I
do.'
'Oh well, Sam, if that is all, come cheer up; for Ned and I have a plan
in view, and if you will join us, perhaps things will be better for us
all.'
'I'll join you and Ned in any thing, but I don't see what use I can be
to you.'
'So much use, that we can do nothing without you _do_ join us Sam. Can
we, Jim?'
'No, I fear we cannot.'
'Well, what is it, boys? Come, I'm ready for any thing.'
'You tell him, Jim, all about it. I say, Sam, it's the best thing you
ever heard of. I tell you _what_, won't it be nice though?'
And Ned kicked up his heels, ran a few steps, caught up a smooth flat
stone, and away it went skimming the surface of the water, and in
plunged Jowler, as he had often done before, on a fruitless search after
it. Jim took a seat alongside of Sam, and soon unfolded his scheme for
adventure. Sam's countenance brightened as Jim went on, and he was too
impatient to wait until the whole was regularly told.
'And you want me to manage the boat, and you will sell the things?'
'That is it, Sam.'
'I tell you what, Jim, who put all this in your head? I wonder why I
never thought about taking clams and oysters there! I am sure they will
buy them: I might try some, couldn't I?'
'Certainly--but how are we to get a boat? your father has none, has he?'
'No, not now, but I know where I can borrow one; it has a sail to
it--it is old and leaky though, but a little calking will make all
tight.'
No sooner had Sam said this, than Ned started off again on another
gallop; he took quite a circuit this time, and coming back caught Sam by
the back of his collar, and pulled him over flat upon the rock.
'Didn't I tell you, Jim, that Sam Oakum was the fellow for us?'
'Don't, Ned, act so crazy; let Sam go.'
'Oh let him alone, Jim; he is so full, he must let out a little.'
Sam rolled himself off from the rock, and picked up his little tarred
hat, which had fallen upon the sand.
'Well, boys, when shall we go,--to-morrow?'
'Why, can you get the boat ready by that time, Sam?'
'Yes, that is, if old Andrews will let me have it; I guess there will be
no fear of that.'
'Well, how shall we know? for if we go to-morrow, we must be up early
and pick our strawberries. Shall we come down here to-night, Sam?'
'No; I tell you what we'll do--if I can get the boat, and father will
let me go, I won't come up; so, if you don't see me, you may conclude we
shall go.'
'Agreed, Sam.'
Sam was on good terms with the old man from whom he expected to get the
boat, and found no difficulty on that score; it occupied him, however,
the remainder of the afternoon in putting her in a condition suitable
for their voyage, and even then it was but a frail concern to venture
in, where at times the winds were strong and the waters rough. But Sam
knew no fear; so taking the oars and thanking his old friend very
heartily for his kindness, 'lay to,' and the little skiff flew through
the smooth water like a bird.
He had accomplished, however, but one part of his work; he had yet to
meet his father and obtain his consent, and his heart sunk within him
when he thought of home, and the probable condition of things there. He
had resolved what course to pursue--he had done wrong, he had spoken
improperly to his parent, he must ask his forgiveness before he could be
happy. But he knew not in what condition he might find that parent. He
rowed his boat up to the rock where he had held the conversation with
Jim and Ned--hauled her up on the shore as far as he was able, carried
the stone anchor on land, and walked directly towards home, strong in
good resolutions, and with some faint hope that things might be better
than he feared. He gathered up the horse-shoes as he went along which he
had collected on the beach in the afternoon, enough to make a good
supper for his pigs; and throwing them over into their pen as he passed,
was just entering the door of his dwelling when he met his father, who
had his hat on and was going out. Sam saw at a glance that all was
right--he cast his eyes down:
'Father, I'm sorry I spoke so this morning.'
'Oh, never mind now, Sam.' And as he saw Sam wiping his eyes, for the
tears came fast, 'Never mind now, my boy; it has gone by, and a good
many other things I hope too--go in and get your supper.'
Sam entered the room, happier than he had been for many a day; his
mother's countenance was lighted up with a smile, and his little sister
came up and whispered,
'Father ain't been to Grizzle's to day.' Sam looked at his mother and
she at him--tears were glistening in both their eyes, but they told only
of joy and hope.
He soon communicated to his mother his plan for the next day; she made
no objections, only she hoped he would take care of himself.
'And may be you'd better speak to your father, Sam.'
Just then Mr. Oakum came in, and Sam proceeded at once to tell him what
had been proposed, and what he had done about it.
'I thought I saw a boat laying up by the rock there, and I couldn't
think where it came from--is that Andrew's skiff? don't it leak badly?'
'Oh, I've calked her, Father, she is tight as a whistle now.'
'Well, Sam, you must take care of yourself, you know it's rough
sometimes round the point; you most keep close to shore, that skiff
won't stand much. I don't think it will be of much use for you to go
there, but you may try.'
Early the next morning--so early that a faint streak of light was barely
visible in the east--Sam was off with his skiff, raking for clams and
oysters as his share of the freight; and by the time Jim and Ned were at
the shore with their baskets, he was ready to receive them.