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id: 28008
author: Robins, Elizabeth
title: Under the Southern Cross
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  Baron de Bach is reading a French story aloud to Mrs. Steele, and I, lying back in my steamer chair, regard the reader with half-shut but attentive eyes. I told you so, Mrs. Steele observes, as we sit alone in our corner of the deck, while over on the opposite side Baron de Bach stands laughing and chatting with pretty Miss Rogers.


id: 11051
author: London, Jack
title: The Cruise of the Dazzler
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  He called Joe for'ard to help stretch the mainsail by means of swinging on the peak and throat-halyards. Whereupon Joe sat down and told what had happened--all that had happened--from Monday night to that very moment.


id: 22196
author: Adams, Samuel Hopkins
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title:
  Little Miss Grouch A Narrative Based on the Log of Alexander Forsyth Smith's Maiden Transatlantic Voyage

summary:
  A sudden roll of the ship opened up the phalanx, and there stood, poised, a Wondrous Vision; a spectacle of delight for gods and men, and particularly for the Tyro, who then and there forgot Little Miss Grouch, forgot Alderson, forgot his family, his home, his altars and his fires, and particularly his manners, and, staring until his eyes protruded, offered up an audible and fervent prayer to Neptune that the Clan Macgregor might break down in mid-ocean and not get to port for six months. But Achilles, which is to say the Tyro, sulked in his tent, otherwise Stateroom 123 D. On deck, Little Miss Grouch sat, outwardly radiant of countenance but privately nursing her second grievance against her slave for that he had failed to obey her behest and appear at the previous evening's dance.


id: 37909
author: Hope, Laura Lee
title: The Bobbsey Twins on the Deep Blue Sea
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flesch: 95
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  Oh, look! I am looking, Freddie Bobbsey! No, you're not! cried Freddie Bobbsey, the little boy on the raft, which he and his sister Flossie had made that morning by piling a lot of old boards and fence rails together.


id: 1146
author: Fielding, Henry
title: The Journal of a Voyage to Lisbon
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flesch: 49
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  What hath puzzled our physicians, and prevented them from setting this matter in the clearest light, is possibly one simple mistake, arising from a very excusable ignorance; that the passions of men are capable of swallowing food as well as their appetites; that the former, in feeding, resemble the state of those animals who chew the cud; and therefore, such men, in some sense, may be said to prey on themselves, and as it were to devour their own entrails. The vanity of knowing more than other men is, perhaps, besides hunger, the only inducement to writing, at least to publishing, at all.


id: 32371
author: Blunden, Edmund
title: The Bonadventure: A Random Journal of an Atlantic Holiday
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  Bonadventure_ was definitely, at a growing speed, running down the Bristol Channel, under a veiled sky through which the moon always seemed about to emerge, and among the scattered lights of other ships going into Barry, or waiting in readiness to go in. No answer, in the form of a launch, was vouchsafed so early, although other ships moored round about us were being visited by agents or doctors.


id: 37253
author: Stables, Gordon
title: In the Land of the Great Snow Bear: A Tale of Love and Heroism
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  The wild flowers had not yet opened their beautiful petals when poor Claude Alwyn opened his eyes. The gangway was covered with scarlet cloth, a neatly dressed sailor stood at each side of the shore end to steady it, and Captain Claude Alwyn stood at the other ready to receive his guests.


id: 45306
author: Goodkind, Ben
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title:
  An American Hobo in Europe A True Narrative of the Adventures of a Poor American at Home and in the Old Country

summary:
  Say Billy, remarked I with my mouth full of bread, get on to the orange trees, will you? Where? asked Billy, with wide-staring eyes. Stranger, will you please permit me to give you an introduction to a particular friend of mine, little Billy.


id: 9309
author: Barr, Robert
title: In a Steamer Chair, and Other Stories
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flesch: 86
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  It seems she had taken a great many voyages across the Atlantic, and never in the whole course of her experience had she seen such an objectionable body of young men as on this present occasion. This is the doctor's story-- The doctors on board the Atlantic liners are usually young men.


id: 9990
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
title: Brave and Bold; Or, The Fortunes of Robert Rushton
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flesch: 87
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summary:
  Who is it? I think it's young Robert Rushton, but he's much grown entirely. Robert hurried home, and rushed into the kitchen where his mother was at work.


id: 27339
author: MacGrath, Harold
title: The Pagan Madonna
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flesch: 91
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summary:
  Said Cleigh at the start: I'm going to show you the paintings--there are fourteen in all. At any rate, he hadn't noticed the beads until he had spoken to young Cleigh.


id: 28861
author: Stratemeyer, Edward
title: Dave Porter in the Far North; Or, The Pluck of an American Schoolboy
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  I will take the rooms 229 Dave received a blow from a rough paw that sent him headlong 267 DAVE PORTER IN THE FAR NORTH CHAPTER I ON THE TRAIN Here we are at the station, Dave! Yes, and there is Phil waiting for us, answered Dave Porter. And that Dave was correct will be proved in the next volume of this series, to be entitled, Dave Porter and His Classmates; or, For the Honor of Oak Hall.


id: 34347
author: Stratemeyer, Edward
title: Dave Porter in the South Seas; or, The Strange Cruise of the Stormy Petrel
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flesch: 92
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  He said his name was Dave, or Davy, and sometimes added Porter, and then Dun-Dun, and from this he was called Dave Porter--a name which suited him very well. Dave Porter Series _Cloth.


id: 39629
author: Reed, Helen Leah
title: Irma in Italy: A Travel Story
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  It chanced that Katie was near Irma part of the way, and thus had a chance to announce her decision about Nap. Yes, said Marion, I suppose so. Was there good news in yours, too? continued Irma, after a moment of silence.


id: 55950
author: Bates, Oric
title: A Madcap Cruise
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  With the table pulled forward so that its edge came between them, their pipes lit, their feet stretched out comfortably toward the hearth, the pair of friends smoked for a time in silence, until at last Jack, after refilling and relighting his pipe with great deliberation, broke into speech. Her relations with Jack Castleport, whether she had admitted it to herself or not, had for some time been greatly different from those she held with any one else.


id: 2512
author: London, Jack
title: The Cruise of the Snark
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  At Port Resolution, in the New Hebrides, Martin elected to walk barefooted in the bush and returned on board with many cuts and abrasions, especially on his shins.</p> <p>&ldquo;You&rsquo;d better be careful,&rdquo; I warned him.&nbsp; &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll mix up some corrosive sublimate for you to wash those cuts with.&nbsp; An ounce of prevention, you know.&rdquo;</p> <p>But Martin smiled a superior smile.&nbsp; Though he did not say so,&nbsp; I nevertheless was given to understand that he was not as other men (I was the only man he could possibly have had reference to), and that in a couple of days his cuts would be healed.&nbsp; He also read me a dissertation upon the peculiar purity of his blood and his remarkable healing powers.&nbsp; I felt quite humble when he was done with me.&nbsp; Evidently I was different from other men in so far as purity of blood was concerned.</p> <p>Nakata, the cabin-boy, while ironing one day, mistook the calf of his leg for the ironing-block and accumulated a burn three inches in length and half an inch wide.&nbsp; He, too, smiled the superior smile when I offered him corrosive sublimate and reminded him of my own cruel experience.&nbsp; I was given to understand, with all due suavity and courtesy, that no matter what was the matter with my blood, his number-one, Japanese, Port-Arthur blood was all right and scornful of the festive microbe.</p> <p>Wada, the cook, took part in a disastrous landing of the launch, when he had to leap overboard and fend the launch off the beach in a smashing surf.&nbsp; By means of shells and coral he cut his legs and feet up beautifully.&nbsp; I offered him the corrosive sublimate bottle.&nbsp; Once again I suffered the superior smile and was given to understand that his blood was the same blood that had licked Russia and was going to lick the United States some day, and that if his blood wasn&rsquo;t able to cure a few trifling cuts, he&rsquo;d commit hari-kari in sheer disgrace.</p> <p>From all of which I concluded that an amateur M.D. is without honour on his own vessel, even if he has cured himself.&nbsp; The rest of the crew had begun to look upon me as a sort of mild mono-maniac on the question of sores and sublimate.&nbsp; Just because my blood was impure was no reason that I should think everybody else&rsquo;s was.&nbsp; I made no more overtures.&nbsp; Time and microbes were with me, and all I had to do was wait.</p> <p>&ldquo;I think there&rsquo;s some dirt in these cuts,&rdquo; Martin said tentatively, after several days.&nbsp; &ldquo;I&rsquo;ll wash them out and then they&rsquo;ll be all right,&rdquo; he added, after I had refused to rise to the bait.</p> <p>Two more days passed, but the cuts did not pass, and I caught Martin soaking his feet and legs in a pail of hot water.</p> <p>&ldquo;Nothing like hot water,&rdquo; he proclaimed enthusiastically.&nbsp; &ldquo;It beats all the dope the doctors ever put up.&nbsp; These sores will be all right in the morning.&rdquo;</p> <p> On the platform Tehei and Bihaura danced, accompanied by songs and choruses or by rhythmic hand-clappings.&nbsp; At other times a musical knocking of the paddles against the sides of the canoes marked the accent.&nbsp; A young girl dropped her paddle, leaped to the platform, and danced a hula, in the midst of which, still dancing, she swayed and bent, and imprinted on our cheeks the kiss of welcome.&nbsp; Some of the songs, or <i>himines</i>, were religious, and they were especially beautiful, the deep basses of the men mingling with the altos and thin sopranos of the women and forming a combination of sound that irresistibly reminded one of an organ.&nbsp; In fact, &ldquo;kanaka organ&rdquo; is the scoffer&rsquo;s description of the <i>himine</i>.&nbsp; On the other hand, some of the chants or ballads were very barbaric, having come down from pre-Christian times.</p> <p>And so, singing, dancing, paddling, these joyous Polynesians took us to the fishing.&nbsp; The gendarme, who is the French ruler of Bora Bora, accompanied us with his family in a double canoe of his own, paddled by his prisoners; for not only is he gendarme and ruler, but he is jailer as well, and in this jolly land when anybody goes fishing, all go fishing.&nbsp; A score of single canoes, with outriggers, paddled along with us.&nbsp; Around a point a big sailing-canoe appeared, running beautifully before the wind as it bore down to greet us.&nbsp;


id: 43520
author: Fielding, Henry
title: The Works of Henry Fielding, vol. 11 A Journey From This World to the Next; and A Voyage to Lisbon
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  It was impossible not to ask who or what the wretched spirit was whom they treated in this barbarous manner; when, to our great surprize, we were informed that it was a king: we were likewise told that this manner of behaviour was usual among the spirits to those who drew the lots of emperors, kings, and other great men, not from envy or anger, but mere derision and contempt of earthly grandeur; that nothing was more common than for those who had drawn these great prizes (as to us they seemed) to exchange them with taylors and coblers; and that Alexander the Great and Diogenes had formerly done so; he that was afterwards Diogenes having originally fallen on the lot of Alexander. I was however soon cured of this opinion; for immediately after supper our discourse turned on the injustice which the generality of the world were guilty of in their conduct to great men, expecting that they should reward their private merit, without ever endeavouring to apply it to their use.


id: 46597
author: Verne, Jules
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title:
  In Search of the Castaways A Romantic Narrative of the Loss of Captain Grant of the Brig Britannia and of the Adventures of His Children and Friends in His Discovery and Rescue

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  Lord Glenarvan is not at the castle, replied Lady Helena; but I am his wife, and if I can supply his place with you---- You are Lady Glenarvan? said the young girl. Tom obeyed; and the bottle found under such singular circumstances was placed on the cabin-table, around which Lord Glenarvan, Major MacNabb, and Captain John Mangles took their seats, together with Lady Helena; for a woman, they say, is always a little inquisitive.


id: 9826
author: Cooper, James Fenimore
title: Homeward Bound; Or, the Chase: A Tale of the Sea
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  Mr. Effingham? I suppose the catastrophe will arrive, sooner or later, and it is more likely to occur to a girl of twenty than to a girl of ten. Mr. John Effingham never lost an argument for the want of a convenient fact, my love, the father observed by way of bringing the brief discussion to a close. I think with Mr. John Effingham, observed Mr. Dodge, and can see no redeeming quality in his conduct on that occasion.


