CHAPTER XXX
HOMEWARD BOUND
HOMEWARD BOUND
HOMEWARD BOUND
The delight of the boys knew no bounds. They were up bright and early the following morning, and after warm thanks and farewells to their Eskimo hostess and her son, set off on their journey.
Before they started, Bobby, on behalf of himself and his mates, tried to force some money on Kapje, but the good fellow would have none of it.
“You save my life,” he said simply. “Eskimo not forget. Don’t want money.”
And despite all their urgings, he stuck to his resolution. But the boys were not to be altogether balked, and Bobby took an opportunity when no one was looking to shove a handful of gold pieces in one of the simple utensils of the household where he knew they would not be overlooked for long.
In a little while they arrived at the seacoast settlement, where the first thing that met their sight was a medium-sized schooner riding at anchor a little way off shore. She was a dingy and battered affair, with patched sails and bearing traces of hard usage, but to the hungry eyes of the boys she was more beautiful than the most palatial yacht that ever sailed the seas. For she meant deliverance and civilization and home.
Her skipper, with some of his crew, was on shore trading with a group of natives. He looked up in surprise as he saw approaching the group of boys who, despite their native Eskimo dress, were unquestionably Americans.
“Well, I’ll be hornswoggled!” he exclaimed, as he looked them over, “what have we got here? How did you youngsters ever get up in this forsaken part of the world?”
He was a tall, lanky man who had lost one eye, but the other eye had in it a kindliness and good humor that warmed the boys’ hearts at once. Here evidently was one captain who was not like Captain Garrish.
Bobby, acting as spokesman, told him a little of how they had been put on Captain Garrish’s schooner and frankly how they had left the ship because of the captain’s tyranny and had, almost by a miracle, been rescued by the natives. The captain listened with wonder, wagging his head at different points of the narrative.
“A passel o’ hot-headed youngsters,” he commented, when Bobby had finished. “You had fool’s luck or you wouldn’t have been alive to-day. And now I suppose you want me to take you home?”
“If you only will, Captain,” Bobby pleaded. “We have money enough to pay our fare.”
“Oh, for that matter I’d take you whether you had money or not,” replied the captain. “I’ve got a kid o’ my own at home just about your size. Well, get your duds aboard just as soon as you like, though it will be two or three days before I sail. I’ve got a sort o’ storeroom that can be cleared out so that you can all bunk in it together. Of course I can’t take you all the way home. I hail from Canada and my port is St. John’s, Newfoundland. But from there you can get a steamer that’ll take you down to the States where I bet your folks will be glad to see you.”
It would be difficult to describe the gratitude and rapture of the boys. They thanked the captain with all their hearts, and then set about getting their belongings on the schooner. At a direction from the captain, two of the crew cleared out the old storeroom sufficiently to give them room enough to bestow their goods. There were several rough bunks built along the wall, and while the quarters were very crude they seemed to the boys like heaven.
Some days later the schooner lifted anchor and bore out to sea. It was a happy group of boys that stood on the deck and watched the shore sink below the horizon. Now they were homeward bound, and with every mile that the schooner made in the cold northern seas they were that much nearer to parents and friends and all that made life worth living.
The early days of the voyage were stormy, but the boys by this time were seasoned sailors and stood the tossing as well as the veteran members of the crew. Later the gale abated and became a following wind, before which the vessel made good time, arriving safely at St. John’s sooner than the skipper had expected.
With the heartiest thanks to the good-hearted captain and ample compensation for what they had cost him, the boys went with their belongings to the leading hotel of the town. Then they rushed to the nearest telegraph office and sent messages winging over the wires to their parents.
Bobby telegraphed:
“Safe and well at St. John’s, Newfoundland. Will be home by first steamer. Best love.
Bobby.”
The other boys sent similar messages to their parents. What joy, what rapture, those messages caused can be imagined. In a little while came the return messages, almost incoherent, almost sobbing, even over the wire, full of frantic joy and terms of endearment and thanksgiving to God.
Then a little later came telegraphic money orders, for of course the parents of the boys did not know but what they might be stranded and destitute. The money was really unnecessary, but Bobby and his friends were glad to get it just the same, for though gold is always gold and good all over the world, some of the coins were so old, and many of them foreign, as to excite curiosity and remark, and this was the thing above all that the boys wanted to avoid until they should have their treasure safe at home.
They bought new outfits, carefully stowing away the Eskimo suits which they expected to keep as precious souvenirs for the rest of their lives. Then they waited with what patience they could muster for several days before the next steamer sailed for the United States.
The trip was quickly and safely made, and in a few days the boys readied home and were folded in their parents arms.
What occurred in the Blake home was duplicated in all the others. Mrs. Blake cried. Bobby cried. Mr. Blake cried. Meena, the Swedish servant girl, cried. Michael, the Blakes’ old coachman, cried. Everybody cried. They could not help it. There are some joys so deep that only tears can express them.
When at last some semblance of sanity was restored to the household and Bobby for the twentieth time had gone over his adventures in answer to their eager questions, he learned in turn the events that had followed the disappearance of the boys. Investigation had traced them to the railroad junction where they had left their suitcases. The agent had told of their having gone to Bayport to see the circus performance. But at Bayport the clue rested for a while, until the finding of Bobby’s and Fred’s watches in a pawnshop led to the arrest of Lemming and some of his gang on the charge of robbery.
Lemming, on being put through the “third degree,” had wilted and confessed how the boys had been shanghaied and put on Captain Garrish’s schooner. This had relieved some of the agony of the boys’ parents as showing that the boys were probably still alive, though of course they did not know but what they had perished in the hold of starvation. Captain Garrish had not yet returned from his voyage, and the telegrams from St. John’s were the first inklings that the parents had that the boys had survived their perilous adventure.
The treasure which amounted to many thousands of dollars was duly divided and placed in the bank to be at the disposal of the boys when they should reach the age of twenty-one.
A few days after their return, Bobby and Fred were together, and Bobby took from his pocket the walrus tooth that had served as a token.
“Poor old Takyak!” he murmured.
“He was a good old scout,” said Fred.
“Wonder if we’ll ever have any more adventures as stirring as those up north,” mused Bobby.
“I doubt it,” replied Fred.
But many stirring adventures were still to come, and what some of them were will be related in the next volume, to be called: “Bobby Blake on Mystery Mountain; or, The Treasure Chest of Black Rock.”
The boys gazed long at the token, their minds busy with the memories that thronged upon them.
“What would you sell it for?” asked Fred,
“Not for its weight in gold,” replied Bobby.
THE END
THE END
THE END
THE BOBBY BLAKE SERIESBY FRANK A. WARNERBOOKS FOR BOYS FROM EIGHT TO TWELVE YEARS OLD
THE BOBBY BLAKE SERIESBY FRANK A. WARNERBOOKS FOR BOYS FROM EIGHT TO TWELVE YEARS OLD
THE BOBBY BLAKE SERIES
BY FRANK A. WARNER
BOOKS FOR BOYS FROM EIGHT TO TWELVE YEARS OLD
True stories of life at a modern American boarding school. Bobby attends this institution of learning with his particular chum and the boys have no end of good times. The tales of outdoor life, especially the exciting times they have when engaged in sports against rival schools, are written in a manner so true, so realistic, that the reader, too, is bound to share with these boys their thrills and pleasures.
BOBBY BLAKE AT ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL.BOBBY BLAKE AT BASS COVE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A CRUISE.BOBBY BLAKE AND HIS SCHOOL CHUMS.BOBBY BLAKE AT SNOWTOP CAMP.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL NINE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A RANCH.BOBBY BLAKE ON AN AUTO TOUR.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL ELEVEN.BOBBY BLAKE ON A PLANTATION.BOBBY BLAKE IN THE FROZEN NORTH.BOBBY BLAKE ON MYSTERY MOUNTAIN.
BOBBY BLAKE AT ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL.BOBBY BLAKE AT BASS COVE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A CRUISE.BOBBY BLAKE AND HIS SCHOOL CHUMS.BOBBY BLAKE AT SNOWTOP CAMP.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL NINE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A RANCH.BOBBY BLAKE ON AN AUTO TOUR.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL ELEVEN.BOBBY BLAKE ON A PLANTATION.BOBBY BLAKE IN THE FROZEN NORTH.BOBBY BLAKE ON MYSTERY MOUNTAIN.
BOBBY BLAKE AT ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL.BOBBY BLAKE AT BASS COVE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A CRUISE.BOBBY BLAKE AND HIS SCHOOL CHUMS.BOBBY BLAKE AT SNOWTOP CAMP.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL NINE.BOBBY BLAKE ON A RANCH.BOBBY BLAKE ON AN AUTO TOUR.BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL ELEVEN.BOBBY BLAKE ON A PLANTATION.BOBBY BLAKE IN THE FROZEN NORTH.BOBBY BLAKE ON MYSTERY MOUNTAIN.
BOBBY BLAKE AT ROCKLEDGE SCHOOL.
BOBBY BLAKE AT BASS COVE.
BOBBY BLAKE ON A CRUISE.
BOBBY BLAKE AND HIS SCHOOL CHUMS.
BOBBY BLAKE AT SNOWTOP CAMP.
BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL NINE.
BOBBY BLAKE ON A RANCH.
BOBBY BLAKE ON AN AUTO TOUR.
BOBBY BLAKE ON THE SCHOOL ELEVEN.
BOBBY BLAKE ON A PLANTATION.
BOBBY BLAKE IN THE FROZEN NORTH.
BOBBY BLAKE ON MYSTERY MOUNTAIN.
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THE BOY SCOUT LIFE SERIESPublished with the approval ofThe Boy Scouts of America
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THE BOY SCOUT LIFE SERIES
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THE BOY SCOUT TREASURE HUNTERS—LERRIGO
BOY SCOUTS AFLOAT—WALDEN
BOY SCOUTS COURAGEOUS—MATHIEWS
BOY SCOUTS TO THE RESCUE—LERRIGO
BOY SCOUTS ON THE TRAIL—GARTH
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