I was browsing the public library's catalog not so long ago, and happened upon
The Black Stallion, by Walter Farley. 60 years ago, I thought that book was perhaps the best book I'd ever read! (I read lots of sequels, too.) I decided to see if it was really as good as I remembered, so I put it on hold and picked it up at my neighborhood branch of the library a couple of days ago. Started reading it this afternoon, and it seems pretty darned good so far (I'm at about page 70), but one thing (among many) I hadn't remembered is the important role that a pocket knife played early in the story. Our hero, Alec Ramsay, Jr., is a kid from New York City who spent a couple of summer months with his missionary uncle in India. At the start of the book, Alec is on a tramp steamer heading home by himself on a journey that should take him through the Arabian Sea, the Gulf of Aden, the Red Sea, the Suez Canal, the Mediterranean Sea, the Atlantic to England, change ships there, and go transatlantic to New York (best laid plans ...). He's standing at the rail of the deck of the ship, and on page 4 of the book I read:
"His fist opened. Lovingly he surveyed the pearl pocketknife he held there. The inscription on it was in gold:
To Alec on his birthday, Bombay, India. He remembered, too, his uncle's words: 'A knife, Alec, comes in handy sometimes.'"
Well, exciting stuff happens, including a wild, vicious black stallion being loaded on board at a small Arabian seaport in the Red Sea; a storm arising in the Atlantic before the boat gets to England; the boy and the horse happen to jump/fall off the boat together as it goes down in the storm; Alec manages to catch a rope tied to the stallion's halter, ties it to his own life vest, is pulled by the swimming stallion to a deserted island, starts being pulled across the sand by the galloping horse, and manages to find his pocketknife in time to cut himself loose on page 25:
"He was now on the beach being dragged by the stallion; the sand flew in his face. Quickly he opened the knife and began to cut the rope. His body burned from the sand, his clothes were being torn off of him! His speed was increasing every second! Madly he sawed away at the rope. With one final thrust he was through! His outflung hands caressed the sand. As he closed his eyes, his parched lips murmured, 'Yes-Uncle Ralph-it did-come in handy.'"
Yowza!!!!



- GT