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The last night at Midway, I had little sleep; the next morning, after the sun was risen, and the clatter of departure had begun to reign on deck, I lay a long while dozing; and when at last I stepped
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The last night at Midway, I had little sleep; the next morning, after the sun was risen, and the clatter of departure had begun to reign on deck, I lay a long while dozing; and when at last I stepped
With the first colour in the east, Carthew awoke and sat up. A while he gazed at the scroll of the morning bank and the…
The ship which thus appeared before the castaways had long “tramped” the ocean, wandering from one port to another as f…
Before noon on the 26th November, there cleared from the port of Sydney the schooner, Currency Lass. The owner, Norris …
Singleton Carthew, the father of Norris, was heavily built and feebly vitalised, sensitive as a musician, dull as a she…
I fell from the skies on Barbizon about two o'clock of a September afternoon. It is the dead hour of the day; all …
Long before I was awake, the shyster had disappeared, leaving his bill unpaid. I did not need to inquire where he was g…
The absorbing and disastrous adventure of the Flying Scud was now quite ended; we had dashed into these deep waters and…
I have said hard words of San Francisco; they must scarce be literally understood (one cannot suppose the Israelites di…
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