Arthur Astor Carey, Boy Scouts at Sea; Or, A Chronicle of the B. S. S. Bright Wing
“ Then his thoughts went back to his home in Northbridge for a while; and presently the Bright Wing began rocking gently in the roll of a passing steamer. He was just awake enough to notice the motion and then sailed off to the land of dreams.At ten o’clock it was Dick’s turn on watch. The last members of the crew ashore—the carpenter and first mate—had come aboard at half-past nine, and there were no more hails to listen for. The boats were all on their davits, the boat booms and side-ladders were up, and the Bright Wing was tucked up and snug for the night. ”
