adventure, of treasures dug up in mysterious islands, and terrible battles fought with pirates, on the high seas,
So he passed the happy days until he was twelve years old, when he bade good-bye to his parents, and went across the Firth to Whitehaven, to be bound apprentice to Mr. Younger, a merchant in the American trade.
I have seen many pictures of the famous admiral, standing on the decks of vessels in the midst of shot and shell; and inspiring scenes they are indeed. But still I cannot seem to banish from my mind the thoughts of a shabby wide eyed little boy, but twelve years old, clinging to the deck-rail of a lurching ship, his coat and hair blown by the ocean wind, looking far off over the restless sea. And I wonder whether he was not sometimes lonely but did not dare to say so—and whether he wanted to go home.
