The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xxii. the Men Are Released
"What have you there ?" said I. "Nothing, Jess, nothing," he answered, letting fall his hand. "Why not tell me?" I exclaimed…
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Floods & storms, 1899
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The Storyteller. Storm-tossed. Chapter Xxii. the Men Are Released
They went down the companion, and on peering through the skylight I saw the mate open the skylight occupied by the steward. Quill entered…
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Take them off shouted Richard with a violent stamp on deck, The mate obeyed the order, but very ostentatiously, and with many needless…
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IT threw a hurried glance along the decks. The men were scattered about, all at work, and as quiet as mice. Two of them, sat on a sail, stretched…
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"My notion is," said he, "that they are bottling themselves up because they mean to give me the slip at Sierra Leone. They have had some pay in…
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The lighter canvas had been taken in, leaving nothing exposed but the topsails and, foresail, which swung softly as the vessel gently leaned with…
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Iii a breath my husband had both hands locked in the collar of the man's coat, and the knuckles of his thumbs buried in his throat, and that manner…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Correspondence. a Storm in a TEAPOT.(To the Editor of the Orange Leader)
Sir,—If there is anything I have a decided objection to it is persistent, wilful, and stupid misrepresentation, and this is what I have to complain of in an article under the…
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"Now then, men, tally on to those reef-tackles. Bear a hand, so as to he off the yard before the wind comes!" called out Richard, in a…
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Its fury appeared redoubled, as though this midden stopping and standing at bay of the vessel it had been blindly hurling before it had driven it…
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I felt that I must go on deck, if it were only for a minute, to have a look round; and having, with very great labour and much risk of losing my…
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"Jess," said he, as he dodged the swinging trays, and with wonderful dexterity took what he wanted from them, "you mustn't mind a gale of…
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The tempestuous appearance of the sea was deepened by the surface of dark cloud that underlay the sky, along which a rush of sulphur-coloured…
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We were now close enough to distinguish the people aboard. I endeavoured to count them, but could not succeed, as they were all huddled…
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"I thought there would be no happier man afloat than myself when I had you with me; and, instead, your presence in this hellish company…
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Richard afterwards told me that he could in the temper have strangled the coloured man, and Dan Cock probably witnessed this intention in his…
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"After that," exclaimed my husband, "I'll believe anything Jack chooses to toll me about what's found inside a shark."…
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I sprung out of my bunk, and I suppose this action thoroughly aroused we, for I then perceived Unit what I took to be fog wits smoke, impregnated…
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The sudden burst of flame and the increasing heat and smoke determined him. He cast the painter adrift, and picking up an oar shoved the boat's…
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As quickly an the night fulls in those latitudes, so rings the day. The glad morning soared out of the nan, sharpening its bland and beautiful…
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