Thrilling Stories of the Ocean | Page 2

he stabbed the weapon into his body
up to the hilt. Thus wounded the shark quitted his prey, and turned on
the boy, who again and again attacked him with the sabre, but the
struggle was too unequal; ropes were quickly thrown from the deck to
the father and son; each succeeded in grasping one, and loud rose the
cry of joy, "They are saved!" Not so! The shark, enraged at seeing that
he was about to be altogether disappointed of his prey, made one
desperate spring, and tore asunder the body of the noble-hearted little

boy, while his father and the fainting child in his arms were saved.
[Illustration: THE POULTRY BASKET--A LIFE-PRESERVER.]

THE POULTRY BASKET--A LIFE-PRESERVER.
I will tell you an old story of an incident which occurred many years
ago, but perhaps it may be new to you, and please you as much as it did
me when I was a little girl, and used to sit on my grandpapa's knee, and
listen to this tale among many others.
The hero of my story was a countryman; you may, if you please, fancy
his neat white cottage on the hill-side, with its rustic porch, all
overgrown with jasmine, roses, and clematis; the pretty garden and
orchard belonging to it, with the snug poultry yard, the shed for the
cow, and the stack of food for winter's use on one side.
[Illustration: THE POULTRY YARD.]
You may fancy the pleasure of the little children who lived at this
cottage in going with their mother morning and evening to feed the
poultry; the noise and bustle among the feathered tribe at this time; how
some rudely push before and peck the others in their anxiety to obtain
the first grains that fall from the basket, and how the little children take
care that the most greedy shall not get it all; their joy at seeing the
young broods of tiny chicks covered with downy feathers, and the
anxiety of the hens each to protect her own from danger, and teach
them to scratch and pick up food for themselves; while they never
forget to admire and praise the beauty of the fine old cock, as he struts
about with an air of magnificence, like the very king of the guard.
"High was his comb, and coral red withal, In dents embattled like a
castle wall; His bill was raven-black and shone like jet, Blue were his
legs, and orient were his feet; White were his nails, like silver to behold!
His body glittering like burnished gold."
If you had been there, you would have wished to visit the little orchard;
to see the gentle cow, and the geese feeding on the common beyond; to
watch the young ducklings, dipping and ducking and enjoying their
watering sport in the pond.
If it be spring, the children would delight in gathering the
sweet-scented meadow flowers--the water ranunculus, with its golden
cups, the modest daisy, the pink cuckoo-flower, and the yellow
cowslips; while overhead the bees kept up a constant humming; they

have found their way from the straw hives in the garden and are diving
into the delicious blossoms of the apple and cherry trees, robbing many
a one of its sweets.
[Illustration: THE BEE HIVE.]
But now to my history of what did really happen to a countryman, who
very likely lived in such a pretty cottage as I have described.
He had more poultry in his yard than he needed for his own use; some
of them had been fatted for sale; and wishing to turn them into money,
he left his home, which was near Bristol, with a basket full of them on
his arm. Having reached the river, he went on board the ferry boat,
intending to go across to a place called Bristol Hot-Wells. Many gentle
folks visit this spot for the sake of drinking the waters of the wells,
which are thought to be very beneficial in some complaints; and no
doubt our countryman hoped that among them his poultry would fetch
a good price.
The ferry boat was nearly half way over the river, when, by some
accident, the poor man lost his footing and fell into the stream; he could
not swim, and the current carried him more than a hundred yards from
the boat; but he kept fast hold of his poultry basket, which being
buoyant, supported him until he was perceived, and rescued by some
men in a fishing-smack.
I hope he reached the Hot-Wells in safety after all, and sold his poultry
for as much as he expected; and, what is still better, that his heart was
filled with gratitude to God for his preservation from danger so
imminent.
[Illustration: THE LIFE BOAT.]

THE LIFE BOAT.
Oh what a stirring