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Page 32 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 40 - Then you wont be shootin' me, ye know," grinned Joe. Leaving his companion on the top of the cliff, he dropped over the edge of it, and, taking advantage of the loons diving, slipped down from crevice to crevice, and from shelf to shelf, until he had made his way in safety to the bottom, and concealed himself on the point of rock he hid mentioned.
Page 32 - said the sportsman, filled with fresh zeal, " for I "m bound to have luck next time." " We '11 haul the dory up here, and go over on the other side of the island, and see what we can find there," said Joe. " What a desolate place this is ! " said Mr. Bonwig, as they crossed the bleak ledges. " All rocks and stones ; not a tree, not a bush even ; only here and there a little patch of grass ! " He struck a schoolboy's attitude, on one of the topmost ledges, and began to declaim...