Summary

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.
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Arthur Astor Carey Boy Scouts at Sea; Or, A Chronicle of the B. S. S. Bright Wing

When the anchor was hoisted, the sails caught the breeze on the starboard tack and the Bright Wing worked out of the harbor against the wind. Once outside, the breeze began to rise, and everybody felt the delight that comes from the buoyancy of the water and the freshness of the wind and spray.
“I’m glad it’s a head wind,” said Tom to Dick, who was sitting alongside him on the day bunk, “because it will take us longer to get to Northbridge, and we’ll get more of a sail.”
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Arthur Astor Carey Boy Scouts at Sea; Or, A Chronicle of the B. S. S. Bright Wing

He was really glad to see them, and they knew it, and so they took him at his word, and all three—Dick, Tom, and Chippie—snuggled into the bunk together, half sprawling and half sitting, like a litter of young pups.
“Fire away now,” cried Dick, “we don’t care whether school keeps or not; and, whatever you’ve got to say, I guess we can stand it!”
“Well,” replied Jack, “joking apart, I’m feeling pretty well this evening myself, for I have just had news from Mr. Miller that I am appointed Chief Boatswain’s Mate of the Bright Wing for the first cruise.
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