The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 119: what you’re looking at

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112 Why He Took Him Along. christened “Daisy,” after Daisy Dalrymple. Besides, come to think of it, I don’t want to name a boat after her. TUESDAY, June 13. The youngster has been swinging in his hammock be- tween the two pines he chose as his own when we first pitched our tent here, and now that he has dropped off into sleep, I have lighted “Consolation” anew and will write up the day. Tiere isn’t much worth chronicling. We botanized until evening, and then after supper went down to the shore and pushed out the “Kelpie” for a float on the lake. It was the first ride we have taken together in the evening, except when fishing. But to-night we went out for pleasure, and so, after having rowed some distance from land, we leaned back and let the boat rock on the waves while we enjoyed the twilight. There is more in that boy than I thought. In fact, ] am begin- ning to believe, that down deep in every boy there is hid- den what we rarely consider him capable of possessing. Anyhow, Roy enjoyed that twilight on the lake more gen- uinely than any grown person of my acquaintance would. The moon rose while we were out, and, actually, as we rocked in the great, broad stream of light which fell upon the waves, that boy spoke of it as the golden (I cannot say for certain whether it was golden or silver) road up to heaven, and suggested the idea of how beautiful it would be if the gates of heaven were really open out there at the horizon, and that flood of light flowing out of them, and we rowing up the road to the eternal gates. Now, I Gomichbook (Eo)