The History of Little Peter, the Ship Boy | Page 4

W.H.G. Kingston

After awhile he crept up the ladder to his little attic room, as Betsy had
desired him, and was soon fast asleep.

He awoke at daybreak, not forgetting his duty to Farmer Ashton's sheep,
and when he got down-stairs he found his kind old friend waiting for
him with a crust of bread and a bit of cheese.
"You must not disappoint the farmer," she said; "I'll do all that's wanted
for your poor mother."
"I hadn't forgot the sheep," said Peter; "but, Betsy, may I see her? I
could not go without!"
Betsy led him into the room. His mother's face looked so calm and
peaceable, just like an angel, he thought; he almost fancied she was
asleep.
"Now go," said Betsy, after he had gazed at her for some moments.
"The red streaks are already in the sky."
Peter lingered for a moment, then recollecting his duty, hurried down
the hill to Mr Ashton's farm.
His mother's funeral took place a few days afterwards, he and Betsy
and two or three other friends being the mourners.
He found to his dismay that he could not return to live at the cottage.
He had had thoughts of taking up his abode there all by himself. During
Mrs Gray's illness debts had accumulated, and creditors claimed the
little property, which had to be sold, and when his mother's funeral
expenses had been paid, four or five pounds only remained as the
young orphan's inheritance.
Betsy took him to her cottage, where he shared the bed of one of her
grandchildren, and he continued as before to tend Farmer Ashton's
sheep.
Often, as the motherless boy sat watching his flock on the sunny downs,
he cast his eyes towards the distant blue sea, and wondered what
strange lands might be beyond. The thought of his father would then
come across his mind. His imagination pictured him still living in those

far away unknown regions. What if he could find him and tell him the
glorious gospel news! He should be obeying his mother's most earnest
wishes. He knew but little of geography; he had read of Palestine and
Egypt, and other distant countries, but he had a very indefinite idea as
to where they were situated, and as to the rest of the globe, it was,
although not quite a blank, yet filled up by his own vivid imagination
with strange lands, in which wonders of all sorts existed.
Day after day, as he gazed in the same direction, his desire to visit
those wondrous regions increased, till he resolved to go on board a ship,
and sail forth over the ocean to visit them.
Little Peter was in earnest in all things; his faith was earnest, his speech
was earnest; truthfulness beamed from his eyes, he was in earnest in
whatever he was about. Farmer Ashton discovered this by the way he
looked after his sheep. Peter knew every one of them, and reported the
least sign of disease--not a sore foot escaped his vigilant eye. The
farmer offered to increase his wages if he would stop, when Peter told
him he wished to leave his service and go to sea, and was very angry
when, though thanking him kindly, he said that he had made up his
mind on the matter and meant to go. The farmer warned him that he
would have to endure all sorts of dangers and disasters, and was a fool
for his pains. Betsy also had used every argument to dissuade him from
his purpose, but nothing could change it. When she found that all she
could say had no effect, she gave him the money she had charge of, and
assisted him in getting ready some clothes that he might set forth in a
respectable manner to the neighbouring port to which the carrier, who
passed through the hamlet once a week, undertook to convey him.
CHAPTER TWO.
A START IN LIFE.
The carrier's cart stopped on a height above the little town of Oldport.
Peter gazed with wonder and admiration on the wide ocean spread out
before him, now bright and shining under a blue sky and light summer
breeze. It surpassed his utmost expectations--a beautiful highway it

seemed to those distant regions he had longed to visit, and he fancied
that there could be no impediment in his course till he could reach
them.
As soon as the carrier had deposited him and his bundle at the inn close
to the harbour, he set out to walk along the quay, and looked at the
vessels whose tall masts rose in a long row above it. As he had never
before seen a vessel, he was unable to judge of their size; to his eyes
they seemed mighty ships, capable of battling with the wildest
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