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What will become of Me? 89
the little boat with feelings of exultation, and was
quite impatient to be let loose from the screw of
the carpenter’s bench, and to be launched out on
the limpid waters.
And soon it, was completely rigged, the shrouds
reaching from the top of the mast down both sides,
and out on the bowsprit in perfect fashion.
“There is still something very important wanting,
before I can proceed out on the watery main of
my own accord,” said the boat.
Then the sails were hoisted, white and flapping.
“These are my wings,” it thought; “but still I
want something more.”
And then the rudder was affixed, for without that
the boat would have been helpless, and not able to
steer a right course. “Now I feel myself safe; now
I long to leap along the crested billows,” said the
eager little ship.
And young Harry took her in his arms and
carried her to the creek. His father accompanied
him, and all, big people and little folks, whom
they met on the road turned and went with them
to the shore to see the little boat sail across the
tiny bay.
Amid exulting shouts and cheers, the little boat
was launched. The wind swelled the sails, and, as
if it were a swan, it was borne along the waves, now
raised aloft on their surging crests, now descending
their foaming valleys. The water glittered in the
sunlight; the foliage of the green trees mirrored
itself in the serene waters on the side of the creek.
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