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TO THE TEACHER:
Use for dictation:
He enlisted in the British army at the age of eighteen. Four years afterward he was accused and convicted of high treason and sentenced to death. This sentence was changed later to twenty years' penal servitude in Australia.
After one year's imprisonment, he escaped from the western coast of Australia in an open boat, was picked up by an American whaler that was on the lookout for him, and reached Philadelphia in 1869.
He afterward made his home in Boston, where he did considerable literary work.
He died in 1890.
“And now for Portland,” said Uncle Jack as they went on board the steamer next morning.
“How far is it?” asked May.
“About one hundred and ten miles,” replied Uncle Jack. “This boat makes about fourteen knots an hour. So you can easily tell how long it will take us to make the run.”
“But I don't know how much a knot is,” said May.
"A knot is about one and one-seventh miles. Now what's the answer?” replied Uncle Jack.
“About seven hours," said Ben, quickly.
“Well done,” said Uncle Jack, with emphasis. “That is near enough for present purposes."
“How did they get from place to place in colonial days?” asked May. “No steam power was used then.”
“By sailing vessels, on waterways,” was Uncle Jack's reply. “On land some people traveled on horseback, and others used different kinds of vehicles. It took about six days to make the trip from Boston to New York by road — just about as many days, then, as it takes hours now.”
“Oh, wasn't that slow!” said May. “Slow but sure,” remarked Belle.
They were all standing at the starboard rail, looking out over the broad Atlantic, as they chatted. There was a little swell on; not a great deal, but enough to send “poor sailors” to their staterooms.
“Is it not beautiful?” said Uncle Jack. “I don't believe I have ever told you of Barry Cornwall's poem on the sea. It is a great favorite of mine.”
“You have never told it to us,” replied Ben.
“Then I will do so now. There is no time like the present,” said Uncle Jack:
The sea! the sea! the open sea!
I'm on the sea! I'm on the sea!
I love, — 0, 'how I love! — to ride
I never was on the dull, tame shore,
The waves were white, and red the morn,
I've lived since then, in calm and strife,
- Bryan Waller Procter (Barry Cornwall)
TO THE PUPIL:
1. Copy and memorize the fourth stanza of “The
2. What is the exact answer to Uncle Jack's question, paragraph five?
3. Write two declarative sentences. Rewrite, changing to interrogative form.
TO THE TEACHER:
Review pp. 419-424.