Explorers of the DawnA.A. Knopf, 1922 - 292 pages The adventures of three small English boys left in the charge of a governess. |
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Page 31 - Surely,' he replied casually, 'many an one.' 'Praps,' ventured Angel, with an excited laugh, 'praps you're one yourself!' The old gentleman searched our eager faces with his wide-open, seablue eyes; then he looked cautiously into the room behind him, and, being apparently satisfied that no one could overhear, he put his hand to the side of his mouth, and said in a loud, hoarse whisper, — ' That I am. Pirate as ever was ! ' I think you could have knocked me down with a feather. I know my knees shook...
Page 190 - Prayer for the Queen's Majesty. O Lord our heavenly Father, high and mighty, King of kings, Lord of lords, the only Ruler of princes, who dost from thy throne behold all the dwellers upon earth ; Most heartily we beseech thee with thy favour to behold...
Page 182 - For the sound of his horn brought me from my bed, And the cry of his hounds which he ofttimes led ; Peel's "View Halloo" would awaken the dead Or the fox from his lair in the morning.
Page 23 - Casey would waltz with the strawberry blonde. And the — band — played — on.' His sweet reedy tones thrilled the April air. And Mary Ellen's voice, robust as the whistle of a locomotive, bursting with health and spirits, shook the very cobwebs that she had not swept down. 'Casey would waltz wid th' strawberry blonde, And — the — band — play — don!
Page 182 - D'ye ken John Peel with his coat so grey? D'ye ken John Peel at the break of the day? D'ye ken John Peel when he's far far away With his hounds and his horn in the morning?
Page 48 - Now, look here, sir,' he said, rather sharply, 'some of this seems to be quite valuable stuff — ' 'I know the value of it to a penny,' replied his father, with equal asperity, ' and I intend that it shall belong solely and wholly to these boys.' 'Whatever are you rigged up like that for?' demanded his daughter-inlaw. ' As gentlemen of spirit,' replied Captain Pegg, patiently, ' we chose to dress the part. We do what we can to keep a little glamour and gayety in the world. Some folk ' — he looked...
Page 25 - ... among the hills. What brave fights with pirates there were, when Angel as captain, I as mate, with The Seraph for a cabin boy, fought the bloody pirate gangs on those surfwashed shores, and gained the fight, though far outnumbered! They were not dull times in that small back room, but gay-colored, lawless times, when our fancy was let free, and we fought on empty stomachs, and felt only the wind in our faces, and heard the creak of straining cordage. What if we were on half-rations! On this particular...
Page 38 - As we were passing through a narrow channel between two rocky islands, I bade the men rest on their oars, for something strange below had arrested my attention. I now could see plainly, in the green depths, a Spanish galleon, standing upright, held as in a vice by the grip of the two great rocks. She must have gone down with all hands, when the greater part of the Spanish Armada was wrecked on the shores of Britain. '"Shiver my timbers, lads!" I cried, "here '11 be treasure in earnest! Back to the...
Page 18 - Mr. Handsomebody gave her the creeps, she said; and once when she had turned her back she had heard one of the stuffed birds twitter. It was a gruesome thought. When we bounded in on her, Mary Ellen was dragging the broom feebly across the gigantic green-and-red lilies of the carpet, her bare red arms moving like listless antennae. She could, when she willed, work vigorously and well, but no one knew when a heavy mood might seize her, and render her as useless as was compatible with retaining her...
Page 21 - Angel and I plied Mary Ellen with questions. Who was he? Did he live with the Peggs? Did she think he was a foreigner? Mary Ellen, supported by her broom, stared out of the window. ' For th' love of Hiven ! ' she ejaculated. 'If that ain'ta sight now! Byes, it 's Mr. Pegg's own father come home from somewheres in th