The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Viii. My Marriage Is Arranged
But he had do mind to let hs off, for, after asking Richard where he was stopping, and hearing that he was at his old quarters in Shields, he said,…
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Floods & storms, 1899
241 stories in Central West (Bathurst, Orange, Mudgee)'s papers · page 4 of 13
Another Wreck at Newcastle. a Terrific Gale. Newcastle
The barque Regent Murray, of 782 tons register, inward bound from Mauritius via Adelaide, grounded on the Oyster Bank this morning…
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The cliffs seem to open and close under the sweeping shadows of the clouds. The wind is as sweet as salt, and it reddens our cheeks, and the dance of our…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →In a Revolving Cyclone. a Bitter Nautical Experience. London
The barque Broughton has arrived at the seaport Fleetwood, in Lancashire. Voyaging from Australia to Chili she was in the midst of a revolving cyclone…
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Were it to the purpose I might linger over the half-hour we spent in the old parlour before adjourning to the Three Indian Kings. I recall old Salmon…
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"Oh, never mind forty years ago come next month or the month after," rejoined 'Tarbit, annoyed at having his little speech spoiled. "Forty year ago aren't…
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"I wish 'em—we all wish 'em—a prosperous voyage. They must expect to meet head-winds now and again, and occasional storms, as others have, in which…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xi. I Return to Newcastle
"Was old Dr. Johnson civilised?" asked Richard. "Why, yes; the Johnson I mean mote the great dictionary."…
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However, as I had not hoped to go to sea with him, at all events, during the first year of our married life, I could not feel disappointed at his not taking me…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The Gales. LONDON
During the recent gales the filing fleet at Lowestoft lost gear valued at £20,000…
Continued on Trove, page 2 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xii. My Husband Sails
The time passed and brought me to a day which left only another fortnight for Richard to be away. Hour by hour my little one had expanded, intelligence…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xl Elswick Cemetery
But on a Friday—making it six days past the date he had named—there came a letter from Sunderland, saying he would be with me next night…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Gales on the English Coast. LONDON
During the severe gales which have been raging round the English coasts, the fishing fleet at Lowestoft, lost gear valued in the aggregate at £20,000…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xi. Elswick Cemetery
I could not expect that Richard should feel as I did. He had never seen our darling, never beheld his beauty, nor watched, as I had, the…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xiv. the 'Aurora.'
However, a change was now about to come, and the thoughts of it, coupled with the feeling that I should not again be separated from my husband,…
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Some of the hands then trotted aloft to loose the topsails—those were the days of single topsail-yards—and while they were casting the gaskets adrift,…
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"I praised her with the admiration I felt. And is she not a fast sailor, Richard ?" "Ay," he answered, "a real…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →The Storntellen. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xv. at Sea
"After us—that is, when I go on deck to relieve him, for I can't trust the carpenter alone until we are clear of the Sicillies," he answered. "On…
Continued on Trove, page 5 →The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xvi Thick Weather
The mist was so thick that nothing above the crosstrees was visible; the bowsprit vanished a few feet forward of the gammoning; and the figures of…
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Directly ahead of us, on a line with our flying-jibboom, was a collier brig, deep in the water, swarming along stiff as a church under a press of…
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