clothes, and Ned waited until he saw me lie down, when he put out the candle, and jumped into bed. I continued talking till a loud snore from his corner of the room showed me that he was fast asleep. I soon followed his example, but my mind was not idle, for I dreamed that I had gone to sea, become a midshipman, and was sailing over the blue ocean with a fair breeze, that the captain was talking to me and telling me what a fine young sailor I had become, and that he had invited me to breakfast with him, and had handed me a plate of buttered toast and a fresh-laid egg; when, looking up, I saw his countenance suddenly change into that of Aunt Deb.
"Don't you wish you may get it?" he said. "Before you eat that, go on deck and see what weather it is."
Of course I had to go, when to my astonishment I found the ship rolling and pitching; the foam-covered seas tossing and roaring; the officers shouting and bawling, ordering the men to take in sail. Presently there came a crash, the masts went by the b
Has ever a boy got himself into such trouble as Dick Cheveley? Likely not. You might almost think his story is fiction… which it is.
Our hero manages to get himself locked up more than once, winning free only after the greatest and most unlikely exertions. Not content with that, he gets himself marooned a couple times.
Were it not for the fact that he\'ll eat nearly anything and rarely suffers from thirst, he might never have lived to tell the tale to give other boys this good advice: \"If you run away to sea make sure you have your pockets full of useful tools, and don\'t be too picky about your food.\"