With infinite labor he at length succeeded in hauling the little
craft aboard and securing it in a place of safety. Then, though he
would gladly have had the comfort of a light in the "shanty," the
thought of his recent narrow escape warned him to guard against another
similar danger by running the lantern to the top of the signal-pole,
and leaving it there as a beacon.
He could do nothing more; and so, drenched, chilled, and weary, the
lonely lad crept back into the "shanty." How dreary it was to be its
sole occupant! If he only had some one to talk, plan, and consult
with! He felt so helpless and insignificant there in the dark,
drifting down the great river on a raft that, without help, he was as
incapable of managing as a baby. What ought he to do? What should he
do? It was so hard to think without putting his thoughts into words.
Even Elta's presence and counsel would be a comfort, and the boy
laughed bitterly to recall how often he had treated the dear sister's
practical common-sense with contempt because she was only a girl. Now
how gladly would he listen to her advice! It was pretty evident that
his self-conceit had received a staggering blow, and that self-reliance
would be thankful for the backing of another's wisdom.
As Winn sat by the table, forlorn and shivering, it suddenly occurred
to him that there was no reason why he should not have a fire.
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