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Chapter 675
Three years after, little Jack was eight years old, and d**k Sand made him repeat his lessons, while working faithfully at his own studies. In fact, hardly was he at home when, realizing how ignorant he was, he had commenced to study with a kind of remorse--like a man who, for want of knowledge, finds himself unequal to his task. "Yes," he often repeated; "if, on board of the 'Pilgrim,' I had known all that a sailor should know, what misfortunes we would have escaped!" Thus spoke d**k Sand. At the age of eighteen he finished with distinction his hydrographical studies, and, honored with a brevet by special favor, he took command of one of Mr. Weldon's vessels. See what the little orphan, rescued on the beach at Sandy Hook, had obtained by his work and conduct. He was, in spite of his yo
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