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diff --git a/11105-h/11105-h.htm b/11105-h/11105-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..a2c08f3 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/11105-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,701 @@ +<!DOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.01 Transitional//EN"> +<html> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=UTF-8"> +<title> +The Project Gutenberg eBook of Jack Mason, by Theodore Thinker. +</title> +<style type="text/css"> + <!-- + body {margin-left: 15%; margin-right: 15%; background-color: white} + H1,H2,H3,H4 {text-align: center; } + .ind {margin-left: 2%} + .toc { text-align=center;} + .ctr { text-align: center; } + // --> +</style> +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11105 ***</div> + +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<a name="image-1"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/cover.jpg" width="155" height="158" + alt="Jack Mason the Sailor" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="image-2"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/stories.jpg" width="237" height="271" + alt="Jack telling his stories" ></p> +<p> </p> +<h1> + JACK MASON,<br /> + THE OLD SAILOR. +</h1> +<h2> + WITH ILLUSTRATIONS. +</h2> +<h3> + FOR CHILDREN. +</h3> +<h3> + BY THEODORE THINKER. +</h3> +<p> </p> + + +<h4> + 1850 +</h4> + + +<p> </p> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH1">THE OLD SAILOR</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH2">JACK MASON'S VISIT TO THE NORTH SEA</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH3">THE INDIANS</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH4">THE WHITE BEARS</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH5">CATCHING WHALES</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH6">MORE INDIANS</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH7">THE LITTLE SAILOR BOY</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH8">THE WRECK</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH9">THE PYRAMIDS</a></p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#CH10">THE WHIRLPOOL</a></p> +<p> </p> +<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-1"> +Jack Mason the Sailor +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-2"> +Jack telling his stories +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-3"> +an anchor +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-4"> +The Indians +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-5"> +a house +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-6"> +a lake scene +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-7"> +climbing a ladder +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-8"> +The Indian with his bow and arrow +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-9"> +a ship +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-10"> +The Fishermen +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-11"> +a fish +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-12"> +Rocks in the sea +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-13"> +The Pyramids and the Sphynx +</a> +</p> +<p class="toc"><a href="#image-14"> +a cup +</a> +</p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH1"></a> +<p> </p> +<h3> + THE OLD SAILOR. +</h3> +<p> + Jack Mason had been to sea a great many times when I first knew him, + and he has been a great many times since. He has sailed in a ship + almost all over the world. Such a host of stories as he can tell! Why, + I do believe if he could find little boys and girls to talk to, he + would begin in the morning as soon as he had got through his + breakfast, and do nothing but tell stories about what he has seen, + until it was time to go to bed at night. I don't know but he would + want to stop once or twice to eat. Jack loves a good dinner as well as + anybody. +</p> +<p> + Jack is the one that you see in the picture, with his pea-jacket on, + and a book in his hand. He is in a ship, telling his stories now to + that boy sitting on a coil of rope. See, the boy is looking right at + the old man, hearing all he says. I wonder what Jack is talking about + now. He must be telling one of his best stories, I guess; for the boy + lifts his head up, as much as to say, "Dear me! who ever heard of + such a thing!" +</p> +<p> + Jack is a good man. He is not like a great many sailors that I have + seen. He does not use bad words. He never drinks rum, or any thing of + the kind. Sailors are apt to swear; but Jack Mason never swears. He is + a Christian: he loves to pray and read his Bible. The book which he + holds in his hand, as he is talking to that boy, is a Bible. He often + has a Bible in his jacket pocket, when he is on board of his ship; and + once in a while he stops telling stories about what he has seen, and + reads some of the stories in that good book. +</p> +<p> + When I was a little boy, Jack fell from the high mast of the ship, and + hurt himself so badly that he had to stay at home a long time after + that. Poor fellow! he did not like to be shut up in the house. It was + hard work for him. But he could not go out, until his hip got well. + When he was able to sit up in a chair, I used to go and see him, and + hear him tell his stories. I did not go every day, because my mother + thought I had better not go every day. But I went as often as she + would let me go, and staid as long as she would let me stay. +</p> +<p> + Jack was always glad to see me, and glad to tell me stories. I was + always glad to hear his stories. Some sailors, who have spent a great + deal of time on board of a ship, and have seen a great many places, + are not good men. They do not always tell the truth. So, when they + tell stories about what they saw where they went, we do not know + whether to believe them or not. But Jack Mason was a good man, and I + knew he would not tell me what was not true. +</p> +<p> + Shall I tell you some of the stories that this good old sailor told me + when he had to stay at home, because he had broken his hip? I think I + can remember some worth telling again. +</p> +<p> + "O yes, Mr. Thinker, tell us all the stories the old sailor told you." +</p> +<p> + "No, I cannot do that. I cannot remember them all." +</p> +<p> + "Well, tell us all you do remember." +</p> +<p> + "I will see about it. I will tell you some of them, at any rate. Let + me see, what story shall I tell first? Shall I tell you his story + about what he saw once, when he sailed a great way north? I guess I + will." +</p> +<a name="image-3"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/anchor.jpg" width="122" height="73" + alt="an anchor" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH2"></a> +<h3> + JACK MASON'S VISIT TO THE NORTH SEA. +</h3> +<p> + If you should go a great way north, you would find it very cold. The + further you go north, the colder it is. I went so far that way one + time, that I got almost frozen. The ship I sailed in came close to an + iceberg once, and we all thought for a while that the ship would + strike the iceberg. If it had struck, it would have been broken all in + pieces, and we should have been drowned or frozen, every one of us. + God was kind and good to us, though. The wind was blowing very hard, + and right toward the iceberg. But just as we had got almost up to it, + the wind changed, and blew us away from it. +</p> +<p> + But I forgot that you do not know what an iceberg is. It is a great + hill of ice. In the North Sea, these ice-hills are often as high as + your church, and sometimes a great deal higher. These hills of ice are + floating along the water there, and when it is foggy or dark, the + sailors cannot always see them. So sometimes the ship strikes them, + and is dashed to pieces. Sometimes it gets between two of these + ice-hills, and gets crushed, as if it was a little boat. Then the men + in the ship have to get out, and jump upon one of the ice-hills. But + they are pretty likely to be frozen to death then. +</p> +<a name="image-4"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/indians.jpg" width="246" height="227" + alt="The Indians" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH3"></a> +<h3> + THE INDIANS. +</h3> +<p> + In that cold country I saw some Indians. They were dressed in skins. I + never saw such dirty-looking men and women before in all my life, and + I have never seen any such since. They had never seen a ship before, I + should think. I thought they did not know much more than the white + bears. Why, they would sell almost all the clothes they had on, if we + would give them a few pieces of glass, or a nail or two. One of the + women who came to the ship had a little girl about four years old, and + she said she would give us that girl, if we would let her have a tin + pan which she saw. +</p> +<p> + These Indians tie their children on their backs, when they have to + walk a great way. They licked the oil on the outside of our lamps, + just as a dog or a cat would have done. Oh, what dirty people! They + eat their meat raw. We killed a seal one day, and our captain gave it + to one of the young women. She took it, and bit it into pieces with + her teeth. Then she passed it round to the rest of the Indians, and + they all helped eat it. +</p> +<a name="image-5"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/house.jpg" width="95" height="80" + alt="a house" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH4"></a> +<h3> + THE WHITE BEARS. +</h3> +<p> + There are a great many white bears in that country. Sometimes you can + see two or three of them sitting on one of these ice-hills. How they + ever got there, I am sure I cannot tell. I guess they went out on the + ice only a little way from the shore, to get something which they saw + was good to eat; and while they were on the ice, it started off, and + they could not get to the shore again. +</p> +<p> + One of the men who sailed in the same ship with me, told me a story + about a white bear, which made me laugh for an hour after I heard it. + He said he was in a small boat with another sailor once, about a mile + away from the ship. I forget what they went out in the boat for, but I + suppose the captain of the ship sent them out for something. They were + rowing along in the boat, and they came close to an iceberg. They saw + something alive on the iceberg, but they could not make out what it + was: they did not know but it was a man. But they came a little nearer + to the great ice-hill, and they soon found out what sort of a thing + there was on it. <i>Splash</i> something went into the water; and in a + minute a great white bear jumped into the boat, as wet as a drowned + rat. +</p> +<p> + Well, the sailors thought they had got to die, sure enough. What could + they do? The first thing that they thought of, was to try to kill the + bear with their oars. But they soon gave that up. They saw that the + bear was too large and strong to be killed in that way. The next thing + they thought of doing, was to jump into the water. But they knew they + would die if they did that. What should they do? "I wonder which of us + the old fellow will take first," one of the men said to the other. + Each of them had his oar ready, so that when the bear made a spring at + them, he would get his ears boxed pretty sharply. That was all they + could do. +</p> +<p> + Well, the bear did not seem to be at all in a hurry. The first thing + he did, after he got into the boat, was to shake himself as hard as he + could, to get the water out of his coat. After that, he walked slowly + to one end of the boat, just as if he was quite at home there, and lay + down upon a coat which one of the men had brought along, and went to + sleep. +</p> +<p> + The sailors saw then that all they had to do was to row the bear to + the shore. So they went to work. When they got to the ship, the + captain and all the sailors laughed a good deal, you may be sure. The + shore was not far off. The sailors rowed until the boat touched the + shore, and the bear got out, and walked slowly away. He did not so + much as thank the men for the ride he had been taking. But the men + were glad to get rid of him, thanks or no thanks. +</p> +<a name="image-6"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/lake.jpg" width="234" height="215" + alt="a lake scene" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH5"></a> +<h3> + CATCHING WHALES. +</h3> +<p> + I went in a whale-ship once. I was gone from home that time more than + three years. When we came back, we had our large ship all full of oil + and whalebone. We got the oil and the whalebone out of the whales + which we had caught. Whales, you know, are very large fish. They + sometimes get two or three hundred barrels of oil from one single + whale. +</p> +<p> + I never shall forget what a long chase I had with a whale once. Shall + I tell you about it, little friend? There was a man in the ship who + was looking out for whales. In a whale-ship there is always one man + who gets up as high as he can, and keeps a bright look-out all round + for whales. Whales do not stay under water all the time. The trout, + and the shad, and the eel, and most other kinds of fish can stay under + water all the time. They cannot live out of the water only a few + minutes, and I suppose they feel almost as bad out of the water as we + do in it. But the whale wants to come up to the top of the water. He + wants to come up to breathe. Well, all at once, the man who was + looking out the day I speak of, when I had such a run, sung out as + loud as he could, "There she blows!" We all knew what that meant. That + is what they always say when they see a whale. It means, "There is a + whale come up to breathe." This whale was a great way off. I should + think he was a mile from the ship. +</p> +<p> + Well, the captain told some of us to get into a boat, and to go out + after the whale. We did so. The boats are always kept ready, and it + takes only a minute to let the boat down, and start off. We rowed as + fast as we could, until we came up near where the whale was lying. Oh, + what a large whale! As soon as the boat got near enough, one man + threw two harpoons at the whale, and they both stuck fast in his + flesh. A harpoon is a long and sharp iron, made like a spear, so that + when it strikes the whale, it goes in deep, and you cannot pull it + out. The harpoon is fastened to a long rope, and the rope is tied to + the boat. +</p> +<p> + As soon as the whale felt these irons in his side, he began to run. I + never knew before that a whale could swim so fast. It took him only a + very little while to run out with all the loose rope; and our boat + went through the water pretty fast, you may be sure. I was afraid the + whale would take it into his head to dive down towards the bottom. If + he had gone down, we should have gone with him, unless we could have + cut the rope. But he did not go down. Away we went, as fast as if we + had been on a railroad. He was all the time taking us further from the + ship. "Well," we thought, "what is going to become of us!" The whale + did not seem to care any thing about that. I suppose he thought that + was our look-out, and not his. +</p> +<p> + But the fellow got tired out by and by. He had bled so much, that he + began to grow faint. At last he went so slow, that we rowed up to him, + and stabbed him with a long knife. He died pretty soon after that, and + we got more than two hundred barrels of oil out of him. +</p> +<p> + Catching whales seems a cruel business to you. It is a cruel business. + I never liked it. But somebody must do it. The butcher who kills + oxen, and sheep, and calves, has to be cruel. But we must have + butchers. We must have people to kill whales, though you never will + catch me chasing after a whale again, as long as my name is Jack + Mason. +</p> +<p> + Whales do not always run like the one I have told you about. Sometimes + they fight. After they are struck with the harpoon, they lift their + tail, or <i>fluke</i>, as they call it, and strike the boat so hard as to + dash it in pieces. Then the poor sailors have to swim to the ship if + they can. If they cannot, and if there is no other boat near them that + they can get into, they must drown. +</p> +<p> + I once saw a whale that had been struck with a harpoon come up close + to the ship, and give it such a blow with his fluke, that he tore the + copper off at a great rate, and broke a thick plank in half a dozen + pieces. +</p> +<a name="image-7"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/ladder.jpg" width="88" height="122" + alt="climbing a ladder" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="image-8"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/bow.jpg" width="251" height="228" + alt="The Indian with his bow and arrow" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH6"></a> +<h3> + MORE INDIANS. +</h3> +<p> + When I went in the whale-ship, I saw another tribe of Indians, that + were very different from those I told you of before. They knew more + than those Indians. They used bows and arrows; and you would have been + pleased to see how they would hit a mark a great way off, with their + arrows. +</p> +<p> + One of them, who had a name so long that I will not try to speak it, + used to come every day to our ship, when we were lying near the shore. + He liked pieces of glass, and nails and tin, and things of that kind, + quite as well as the other Indians I told you of. He had seen white + men before, so he was not at all afraid of us. I suppose that almost + all the white men he had seen before used rum and tobacco. He asked + all our sailors for these two things, and kept asking every day. I am + sorry to say that some of the men gave him some rum once in a while, + and one day he drank so much that he got drunk. Poor man! He was not + so much to blame, I think, as the bad sailors that gave him the rum. + What do you think about it? +</p> +<p> + This man would dive in the water further than anybody I ever saw + before or since. Some of the sailors used to throw pieces of tin into + very deep water, and tell him he might have them if he would dive and + bring them up. He was so fond of such things, that he would always + gladly dive to get them. +</p> +<p> + I once saw him dive for an old worn-out knife. The water was very deep + where it was thrown. It was so deep that none of us thought he would + get it. He went down, and staid a long, long time. We thought he never + would come up again. The sailor that threw the knife into the water + began to be sorry he had done it, because he thought the poor Indian + was drowned. But, by and by, he came up again, with the knife in his + mouth. He had been hunting after the knife on the bottom of the sea. +</p> +<p> + These Indians had boats which were made of the bark of trees. They + were so light, that an Indian could carry one of them on his shoulder. +</p> +<p> + The man who used to come to the ship so often, brought his little + girl with him one day. She was not more than six or seven years old. + She had never seen any white men before, and at first she was afraid + of us all. But when she saw that the white folks would not hurt her + any more than the Indians would, she liked us very well, and wanted to + stay with us all the time. The captain showed her his watch, and she + looked at it a long time. She thought she had never seen so strange a + thing before. "Is it alive?" she asked her father. He could not tell + whether it was alive or not, any more than the little girl could. +</p> +<p> + The captain liked the little girl very well. He wanted to take her + home with him. So he asked her father if his little girl might go a + great way off, where the white men lived. The Indians could not talk + like us. They could talk, but they did not use the same words. The + captain made out to tell the Indian what he wanted, by using signs, + just as he would have done if he had been talking with a deaf and dumb + man. And what do you think the father of that little girl said, when + he knew that the captain wanted to take the girl home with him? If + anybody should ask your father if he would let you go away and never + come back again, you can tell what your father would say. He would + say, "No, I cannot spare my dear little child." +</p> +<a name="image-9"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/ship.jpg" width="223" height="263" + alt="a ship" ></p> +<p> </p> +<p> + But the Indian said, "Yes, give me some money, and you can take my + little girl, and carry her away with you. I have got more girls in my + house." The little Indian girl wanted to go with us, so the captain + gave her father some money, and when the ship sailed, he took her + along with him. But the poor Indian girl did not live till our ship + got home. She was taken very sick, and died. We all felt very bad + when she left us. We had taught her a great many things. She could + read a little. She knew all her letters, and could spell out such easy + words as there are in your little primers and picture books. She did + not know any thing about God, and Christ, and heaven, before she came + to the ship. But some of us told her about them. She was glad to hear + about them. Oh, how her bright eyes did sparkle when she heard that + Christ came into the world, and died for such little girls as she! How + happy it made her, to think that He loved her! By and by, she used to + pray every night, when she went to bed. I taught her to say that sweet + little prayer which you know so well, and love so well: +</p> +<p class="ind"> + Now I lay me down to sleep,<br /> + I pray the Lord my soul to keep:<br /> + If I should die before I wake,<br /> + I pray the Lord my soul to take.<br /> +</p> +<p> + Oh, I was very sorry when our little Anna died! We called her Anna. + She had another name at home, but we liked Anna better than we did her + old name. I was very sorry when she died, and we were all sorry. +</p> +<a name="image-10"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/fishermen.jpg" width="239" height="232" + alt="The Fishermen" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH7"></a> +<h3> + THE LITTLE SAILOR BOY. +</h3> +<p> + The story I told you about the Indian girl makes me think of a little + boy that we once had in our ship. He was a very good boy. The captain + liked him very much. He was not the captain's child. But the captain + used to say that he loved little George as much as if he was his + child. The reason the captain loved him, and the reason everybody + loved him, was because he was so kind and so good natured, and because + he always did just as he was told to do. +</p> +<p> + I must tell you how George first came to live with us in the ship. We + were once a great many hundred miles off, and the wind blew very + hard. It blew so hard that we could not sail where we wanted to go, + and by and by the ship went upon a bank of sand. There we had to stay + a good while. We could not get away. Nobody was drowned. We ought to + have been very thankful for that. I hope we were thankful. While we + were lying on the sand bank, the waves dashed against the ship so + hard, that we were afraid it would break in pieces. We did not know + what to do. Some of us thought we might as well jump into the water, + and try to swim to the shore. But the captain said that we should + certainly get drowned if we tried to do that. +</p> +<p> + You wonder why we did not get into our boat, and row to the shore. We + should have done so if we had not lost our boat. But we had no boat. + The waves had dashed against it, and tore it away from the place where + we kept it, so that we could not get it again. +</p> +<p> + But when we thought we must all be lost, we saw a boat coming toward + the ship. Some fishermen had seen us, and were so kind that they came + to us in their boat, so that we could get to the shore. Oh, how glad + we were when we saw them coming! But the waves were so high, that for + a good while we thought it would sink before it got to us. The men had + very hard work to row the boat. The wind blew very hard at one time, + and the little boat was blown back again almost to the shore. But they + tried again, and after a long time they got to the ship. Then some of + us got into the boat, and the men rowed us to the shore. After that, + the boat went back to the ship again, and got the rest of the men. +</p> +<p> + But I have not told the best of the story yet. When we all got into + the house, where it was warm, we told the fishermen that they were + very good to come and help us get away from the ship. We thanked them + very much. And then they told us that we must not thank them; and they + pointed to a little boy about as old as you are, I guess. "There," + they said, "that little boy is the one to thank. We should not have + gone, if it had not been for him. We were afraid the waves would dash + over the boat, and that we should be drowned. We did not dare to go. + But this good boy said, 'Do go! oh, do go! The poor men in the ship + will get drowned, if you do not go. I will go if my father will let + me. I do not think father's boat will get lost. God will not let us + drown, if we go and try to save the men.'" Well, the boy said so much, + that the fishermen told him they would go, and they did go. +</p> +<p> + This little boy's name was George, and this is the one that I told you + we all liked so well. The captain was so pleased with him, that he + asked his father to let the little boy come and sail in his ship. His + father said he wished his boy to be a sailor, and the boy wanted to be + a sailor, too; and that if the captain would be kind to him, little + George might go. So he went, and he was the very best boy I ever saw + in my life. He used to talk to the sailors; and when they did wrong, + when they said bad words, he would tell them it was naughty, and God + would not love them if they did so. The sailors did not get angry with + him, because they all saw that little George was good and kind, and + that he wanted to do them good. I know of a good many sailors who + stopped swearing, because little George told them, in his kind way, + that he could not bear to hear them swear, and that God would not love + them if they did so. +</p> +<a name="image-11"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/fish.jpg" width="216" height="65" + alt="a fish" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="image-12"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/rocks.jpg" width="225" height="221" + alt="Rocks in the sea" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH8"></a> +<h3> + THE WRECK. +</h3> +<p> + The captain of this ship—the same one that loved little George so + well—was drowned not long after that. My little friends, I cannot + help crying when I think that this good captain, who used to be so + kind to the sailors, was lost at sea. I was not in the ship at the + time. I was in another ship. I got sick of catching whales, so I did + not want to go in a whale-ship any more. +</p> +<p> + The ship in which this captain was sailing was very near the shore, + and there were some high rocks that stood quite down to the edge of + the water. It was foggy at the time. The captain did not know that the + ship was so near the rocks, because he could not see through the fog. + The wind blew very hard, and blew the ship upon the rocks. In a minute + the ship broke in pieces, and all but two or three of the men who were + in it were lost. The captain was lost among the rest. So was little + George. When the storm was over, and the wind stopped blowing, that + dear boy was found on the shore, dead. There was a smile on his face, + just such a smile as he used to have when he was living. There was a + little Bible in his pocket. It was all wet with salt water. But there + was some writing on one of the leaves which anybody could read. It + said, "This book was given to little George by his dear mother." +</p> +<a name="image-13"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/pyramids.jpg" width="254" height="234" + alt="The Pyramids and the Sphynx" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH9"></a> +<h3> + THE PYRAMIDS. +</h3> +<p> + I once went to a place called Egypt. There I saw a great many strange + things. The pyramids are wonderful enough. Did you ever hear about + them? They are made of stone, and are very large. I should think it + would take a great many years to make one of them, if there were a + hundred men at work all the time. They must have been built a very + long time. I hardly know how long, but it was a great while before + Christ was born. +</p> +<p> + I went to the top of the largest pyramid, and went all over it. It was + one of the strangest things I ever saw. Some people think that the + pyramids were built to bury kings in, when they died. If they were + not built for that, I am sure I cannot tell what they were built for. +</p> +<p> + There is another odd thing in that country, not far from the pyramids. + It is called a <i>Sphinx</i>. I know you will say that the name must be as + odd as the thing is itself. Well, it <i>is</i> odd, sure enough. The + Sphinx is a very large rock, made to look just like a lion with a + man's head. It is as large as the house I live in. There is nothing + but the head out of the ground. It was all out of the ground once, + when it was first made, but the sand has now covered up that part + which looks like a lion. +</p> +<p> + A great while ago, people used to call such things as these <i>gods</i>. + They used to pray to the Sphinx, just as if it was a god—just as if + it could hear anybody pray, the same as God does. +</p> +<a name="image-14"></a> +<p class="ctr"><img src="images/cup.jpg" width="117" height="95" + alt="a cup" ></p> +<p> </p> +<a name="CH10"></a> +<h3> + THE WHIRLPOOL. +</h3> +<p> + You have seen little whirlpools in the brook, I suppose. I once + saw a very large one, a great deal larger than any you ever saw in + the brook. It was in the North Sea. This whirlpool does mischief + sometimes. When vessels happen to get on the edge of it, they begin + to go round and round, all the time coming near the middle of the + whirlpool. When the captain of the vessel knows that he is in the + whirlpool, he can get his vessel out, if it has just begun to go + round. But after it has been in a while, he cannot get out. The vessel + keeps going round and round. The people on board hear the roar of the + whirlpool. It is too late to get away. By and by, the water draws the + vessel down. It is dashed to pieces, and all who were in it are lost! +</p> +<p> + I have known little boys and girls get into a whirlpool, too; a + different kind of a whirlpool, to be sure, but a great deal worse than + this one in the North Sea. I mean the whirlpool of <i>sin</i>. When they + first began to be wicked—when they first began to go round in the + whirlpool—they went round very slowly. They could very easily have + got out then, if they had tried, and if they had prayed to God to help + them. But they did not try. So they kept growing worse and worse. They + went round swifter and swifter. By and by, they got so far into the + whirlpool that they could not get out. It was too late. They were + lost—dashed to pieces on the rocks, in the whirlpool of sin! +</p> +<p> + Little boy! little girl! take care that you do not venture even to the + edge of this whirlpool. Give your heart to God, while you are young, + and pray to him to keep you from sin, and to lead you to heaven. +</p> + +<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 11105 ***</div> +</body> diff --git a/11105-h/images/anchor.jpg b/11105-h/images/anchor.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..21e8ebb --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/anchor.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/bow.jpg b/11105-h/images/bow.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..0badfee --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/bow.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/cover.jpg b/11105-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..16fe565 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/cover.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/cup.jpg b/11105-h/images/cup.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..20b8be5 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/cup.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/fish.jpg b/11105-h/images/fish.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..6f1eb82 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/fish.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/fishermen.jpg b/11105-h/images/fishermen.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..186f3c3 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/fishermen.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/house.jpg b/11105-h/images/house.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..703a9e6 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/house.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/indians.jpg b/11105-h/images/indians.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..cf84cba --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/indians.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/ladder.jpg b/11105-h/images/ladder.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..fa1fe64 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/ladder.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/lake.jpg b/11105-h/images/lake.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9c01eea --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/lake.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/pyramids.jpg b/11105-h/images/pyramids.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..ba6025f --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/pyramids.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/rocks.jpg b/11105-h/images/rocks.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..a00a8f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/rocks.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/ship.jpg b/11105-h/images/ship.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8483d99 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/ship.jpg diff --git a/11105-h/images/stories.jpg b/11105-h/images/stories.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..c6a98f4 --- /dev/null +++ b/11105-h/images/stories.jpg |
