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 Name: Ghulam Mustafa Name of Institute: Pakistan Shorthand Institute (Ghulam Mustafa) Personal Assistant in Women Development Department, Punjab Civil Secretariat Lahore.

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700 Common Words Exercise No. 38 Longhand

From the ship the man was looking at the land in the distance. He had been on the high seas for nearly three months, and the ship had touched land several times. Those land falls had meant little to him, however, because the only country he now had any desire to see was the country ahead of him. At present it was hardly more than a point showing above the water. That country was home, his homeland that he had left six years before. His mind went quickly over those six years of his life. He was a young man of 24 when he had gone away. At 30 he believed himself to be quite old, and he certainly looked more than his 30 years. On the other hand, he looked the picture of health. Six years of trying to make money in mines and on farms in the far off countries of the world had made him hard and strong. Weather now had no personal meaning for him. To be warm or to be cold was all the same so far as his personal feelings went. Weather interested him only through its influence on his work, whether he was in the mines, in the building trade, or on a farm. Weather influenced production and was, therefore, important; but it did not influence him. His face was quite heavily lined for his years, the result of some of the hard times he had experienced before finally making the big money that he was looking for. He knew what it was to be in the open through long cold nights, and also what it was like to walk for mile after mile in the burning heat. He knew what it was like to go without food for several days at a time, and he had experienced hours when he would have given his whole future life for a simple drink of water. He knew the value of water all right, and he had made up his mind that, however long he might live in the homeland; he would never touch a hard drink. Water had brought him back to life when he was almost dying for want of it. He would always remember the experience of opening his eyes to see a man beside him and to feel the touch of water at last. The man had had a horse, and together they had reached the next town, weak though he was. From that day on he had never drunk anything but water or milk, and, he told himself as he continued to look at that point of land standing up out of the water he would not change his mind when he reached there safely. Not one penny of the hundreds of thousands of pounds that he now had in the bank would be spent on hard drink, either for himself or for his friends. In his early days he had several times nearly drunk himself out of this world and into the next. The money had had labored so hard to get in the mines or on the farms had been spent over night, with not a penny left to show for it. But things had changed after he reached that town with the man on horseback who had saved his life. They had become friends, and life had taken on a new color. The man was looking for gold. He knew where to find it, he said, but it was necessary for the two men to work together. One man on his own could not take advantage of the opportunities. To his great surprise his friend was speaking the truth. They found the fold, and before a year had passed they both had all the money that anyone could desire. Then the man on the ship remembered something more. He had left a girl behind. Here eyes were so wide open and blue when she looked at him and said that she would wait that he had complete trust in her words. Now he could not help feeling doubtful. Would a girl wait for a man if she heard nothing from him for six years? Common sense said “No” but his heart said “Yes.” 707 Words.