the cruise of the dolphin-第3章

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day　before；　just　previous　to　the　gale；　and　nothing　had　been　heard
of　them。　It　turned　out　that　the　pleasure…seekers　saw　their　danger
in　time；　and　ran　ashore　on　one　of　the　least　exposed　islands；　where
they　passed　the　night。　Shortly　after　our　own　arrival　they　appeared
off　Rivermouth；　much　to　the　joy　of　their　friends；　in　two　shattered；
dismasted　boats。　

The　excitement　over；　I　was　in　a　forlorn　state；　physically　and
mentally。　Captain　Nutter　put　me　to　bed　between　hot　blankets；　and
sent　Kitty　Collins　for　the　doctor。　I　was　wandering　in　my　mind；　and
fancied　myself　still　on　Sandpeep　Island：　now　we　were　building　our
brick　stove　to　cook　the　chowder；　and；　in　my　delirium；　I　laughed
aloud　and　shouted　to　my　comrades；　now　the　sky　darkened；　and　the
squall　struck　the　island；　now　I　gave　orders　to　Wallace　how　to
manage　the　boat；　and　now　I　cried　because　the　rain　was　pouring　in　on
me　through　the　holes　in　the　tent。　Towards　evening　a　high　fever　set
in；　and　it　was　many　days　before　my　grandfather　deemed　it　prudent
to　tell　me　that　the　Dolphin　had　been　found；　floating　keel　upwards；
four　miles　southeast　of　Mackerel　Reef。

Poor　little　Binny　Wallace！　How　strange　it　seemed；　when　I　went　to
school　again；　to　see　that　empty　seat　in　the　fifth　row！　How　gloomy
the　playground　was；　lacking　the　sunshine　of　his　gentle；　sensitive
face！　One　day　a　folded　sheet　slipped　from　my　algebra：　it　was　the
last　note　he　ever　wrote　me。　I　could　not　read　it　for　the　tears。

What　a　pang　shot　across　my　heart　the　afternoon　it　was　whispered
through　the　town　that　a　body　had　been　washed　ashore　at　Grave
Pointthe　place　where　we　bathed！　We　bathed　there　no　more！　How　well
I　remember　the　funeral；　and　what　a　piteous　sight　it　was　afterwards
to　see　his　familiar　name　on　a　small　headstone　in　the　Old　South
Burying…Ground！

Poor　little　Binny　Wallace！　Always　the　same　to　me。　The　rest　of　us
have　grown　up　into　hard；　worldly　men；　fighting　the　fight　of　life；
but　you　are　forever　young；　and　gentle；　and　pure；　a　part　of　my　own
childhood　that　time　cannot　wither；　always　a　little　boy；　always　poor
little　Binny　Wallace！





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