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Title: Now or Never

Author: Oliver Optic

Release Date: January 23, 2005 [eBook #14762]

Language: English

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NOW OR NEVER

Or, The Adventures of Bobby Bright.

A Story for Young Folks

by

OLIVER OPTIC

Author of The Boat Club, All Aboard, In Doors and Out, etc.

Boston: Lee and Shepard, Publishers.
New York: Lee, Shepard & Dillingham, 49 Greene Street

1872

TO

MY NEPHEW,

CHARLES HENRY POPE.

This Book

IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.

PREFACE

The story contained in this volume is a record of youthful struggles, not only in the world without, but in the world within; and the success of the little hero is not merely a gathering up of wealth and honors, but a triumph over the temptations that beget the pilgrim on the plain of life. The attainment of worldly prosperity is not the truest victory, and the author has endeavored to make the interest of his story depend more on the hero's devotion to principles than on his success in business.

Bobby Bright is a smart boy; perhaps the reader will think he is altogether too smart for one of his years. This is a progressive age, and any thing which Young America may do need not surprise any person. That little gentleman is older than his father, knows more than his mother, can talk politics, smoke cigars, and drive a 2:40 horse. He orders "one stew" with as much ease as a man of forty, and can even pronounce correctly the villanous names of sundry French and German wines and liqueurs. One would suppose, to hear him talk, that he had been intimate with Socrates and Solon, with Napoleon and Noah Webster; in short, that whatever he did not know was not worth knowing.

In the face of these manifestations of exuberant genius, it would be absurd to accuse the author of making his hero do too much. All he has done is to give this genius a right direction; and for politics, cigars, 2:40 horses, and "one stew," he has substituted the duties of a rational and accountable being, regarding them as better fitted to develop the young gentleman's mind, heart, and soul.

Bobby Bright is something more than a smart boy. He is a good boy, and makes a true man. His daily life is the moral of the story, and the author hopes that his devotion to principle will make a stronger impression upon the mind of the young reader, than even the most exciting incidents of his eventful career.

WILLIAM T. ADAMS.

DORCHESTER, Nov. 15, 1856.

CONTENTS.

CHAP. I.—In which Bobby goes a fishing, and catches a Horse.

CHAP. II.—In which Bobby blushes several Times, and does a Sum in
Arithmetic.

CHAP. III.—In which the Little Black House is bought, but not paid for.

CHAP. IV.—In which Bobby gets out of one Scrape, and into another.

CHAP. V.—In which Bobby gives his Note for Sixty Dollars.

CHAP. VI.—In which Bobby sets out on his Travels.

CHAP. VII.—In which Bobby stands up for certain "Inalienable Rights."

CHAP. VIII.—In which Mr. Timmins is astonished, and Bobby dines in
Chestnut Street.

CHAP. IX.—In which Bobby opens various Accounts, and wins his first
Victory.

CHAP X.—In which Bobby is a little too smart.

CHAP. XI.—In which Bobby strikes a Balance, and returns to Riverdale.

CHAP. XII.—In which Bobby astonishes sundry Persons, and pays Part of his Note.

CHAP. XIII.—In which Bobby declines a Copartnership, and visits B—— again.

CHAP. XIV.—In which Bobby's Air Castle is upset, and Tom Spicer takes to the Woods.

CHAP. XV.—In which Bobby gets into a Scrape, and Tom Spicer turns up again.

CHAP. XVI.—In which Bobby finds "it is an ill wind that blows no one any good."

CHAP. XVII.—In which Tom has a good Time, and Bobby meets with a terrible Misfortune.

CHAT. XVIII.—In which Bobby takes French Leave, and camps in the Woods.

CHAP. XIX.—In which Bobby has a narrow Escape, and goes to Sea with
Sam Ray.

CHAP. XX.—In which the Clouds blow over, and Bobby is himself again.

CHAP. XXI.—In which Bobby steps off the Stage, and the Author must finish "Now or Never."

CHAPTER I.

IN WHICH BOBBY GOES A FISHING, AND CATCHES A HORSE.

"By jolly! I've got a bite!" exclaimed Tom Spicer, a rough, hard-looking boy, who sat on a rock by the river's side, anxiously watching the cork float on his line.

"Catch him, then," quietly responded Bobby Bright, who occupied another rock near the first speaker, as he pulled up a large pout, and, without any appearance of exultation, proceeded to unhook and place him in his basket.

"You are a lucky dog, Bob," added Tom, as he glanced into the basket of his companion, which now contained six good-sized fishes. "I haven't caught one yet."

"You don't fish deep enough."

"I fish on the bottom."

"That is too deep."

"It don't make any difference how I fish; it is all luck."

"Not all luck, Tom; there is something in doing it right."

"I shall not catch a fish," continued Tom, in despair.

"You'll catch something else, though, when you go home."

"Will I?"

"I'm afraid you will."

"Who says I will?"

"Didn't you tell me you were 'hooking jack'?

"Who is going to know any thing about it?"

"The master will know you are absent."

"I shall tell him my mother sent me over to the village on an errand."

"I never knew a fellow to 'hook jack,' yet, without getting found out."

"I shall not get found out unless you blow on me; and you wouldn't be mean enough to do that;" and Tom glanced uneasily at his companion.

"Suppose your mother should ask me if I had seen you."

"You would tell her you have not, of course."

"Of course?"

"Why, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you do as much as that for a fellow?"

"It would be a lie."

"A lie! Humph!"

"I wouldn't lie for any fellow," replied Bobby, stoutly, as he pulled in his seventh fish, and placed him in the basket.

"Wouldn't you?"

"No, I