Haste and Waste; Or, the Young Pilot of Lake Champlain. a Story for Young People by Oliver Optic
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and he hauled in the rope, bringing the hogshead chock up to the hull
of the sunken craft. "We are growing wiser every moment," laughed Ethan. "So we are. Lower away, slowly. That's it," said Lawry. "Lower away." "The sinker is on the bottom," replied Ethan. "All right; can you see the hogshead?" "Yes; you have hauled it completely under the guard. The water is as clear as crystal," answered Ethan. "Hold on a moment till I make fast this line!" Thus far the experiment had been entirely successful, and Lawry's bosom bounded with emotion. The plan for raising the _Woodville_ was his own, though he had been greatly assisted by Ethan, who had designed and constructed the derrick and windlass, thus diminishing the labor of the enterprise. The young pilot felt like a conqueror when he had placed the first cask in position. Sculling the wherry back to the raft, he pulled the string attached to the toggle, and drew it out of the noose. "Hoist away," said he. "Hoist, it is," replied Ethan, as he took hold with him. |
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