item: #1 of 20 id: 10904 author: Standish, Burt L. title: Frank Merriwell's Nobility; Or, The Tragedy of the Ocean Tramp date: None words: 19139 flesch: 92 summary: In the midst of the group on deck was Frank Merriwell. Frank Merriwell was not. keywords: bloodgood; browning; diamond; fellow; frank; frenchman; game; harris; jack; man; merriwell; merry; rattleton; room; slush; way cache: 10904.txt plain text: 10904.txt item: #2 of 20 id: 11051 author: London, Jack title: The Cruise of the Dazzler date: None words: 36972 flesch: 90 summary: 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. keywords: anchor; boys; bronson; cabin; dazzler; deck; eyes; father; french; frisco; frisco kid; good; hand; head; joe; kid; life; look; nelson; pete; red; reindeer; right; sea; simpson; thought; time; water; way; wind cache: 11051.txt plain text: 11051.txt item: #3 of 20 id: 1146 author: Fielding, Henry title: The Journal of a Voyage to Lisbon date: None words: 45576 flesch: 49 summary: 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. keywords: anchor; board; boat; cabin; captain; case; day; degree; evening; fish; good; hath; having; house; kind; land; man; men; morning; place; power; present; public; scarce; sea; set; ship; shore; thought; time; truth; voyage; water; way; wife; wind; work; world cache: 1146.txt plain text: 1146.txt item: #4 of 20 id: 22196 author: Adams, Samuel Hopkins title: Little Miss Grouch A Narrative Based on the Log of Alexander Forsyth Smith's Maiden Transatlantic Voyage date: None words: 35705 flesch: 88 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. keywords: alderson; captain; daddleskink; day; deck; denyse; enderby; eyes; face; father; girl; good; grouch; guenn; hand; house; judge; lady; life; look; lord; man; miss; miss grouch; mrs; new; rail; ship; smith; thing; time; tyro; voice; wayne; york cache: 22196.txt plain text: 22196.txt item: #5 of 20 id: 2512 author: London, Jack title: The Cruise of the Snark date: None words: 86000 flesch: -104 summary: 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.
“You’d better be careful,” I warned him. “I’ll mix up some corrosive sublimate for you to wash those cuts with. An ounce of prevention, you know.”
But Martin smiled a superior smile. Though he did not say so, 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. He also read me a dissertation upon the peculiar purity of his blood and his remarkable healing powers. I felt quite humble when he was done with me. Evidently I was different from other men in so far as purity of blood was concerned.
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. He, too, smiled the superior smile when I offered him corrosive sublimate and reminded him of my own cruel experience. 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.
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. By means of shells and coral he cut his legs and feet up beautifully. I offered him the corrosive sublimate bottle. 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’t able to cure a few trifling cuts, he’d commit hari-kari in sheer disgrace.
From all of which I concluded that an amateur M.D. is without honour on his own vessel, even if he has cured himself. 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. Just because my blood was impure was no reason that I should think everybody else’s was. I made no more overtures. Time and microbes were with me, and all I had to do was wait.
“I think there’s some dirt in these cuts,” Martin said tentatively, after several days. “I’ll wash them out and then they’ll be all right,” he added, after I had refused to rise to the bait.
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.
“Nothing like hot water,” he proclaimed enthusiastically. “It beats all the dope the doctors ever put up. These sores will be all right in the morning.”
On the platform Tehei and Bihaura danced, accompanied by songs and choruses or by rhythmic hand-clappings. At other times a musical knocking of the paddles against the sides of the canoes marked the accent. 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. Some of the songs, or himines, 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. In fact, “kanaka organ” is the scoffer’s description of the himine. On the other hand, some of the chants or ballads were very barbaric, having come down from pre-Christian times.
And so, singing, dancing, paddling, these joyous Polynesians took us to the fishing. 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. A score of single canoes, with outriggers, paddled along with us. Around a point a big sailing-canoe appeared, running beautifully before the wind as it bore down to greet us. keywords: air; align; anchor; big; board; boat; boy; cabin; canoe; captain; case; charmian; course; crew; day; days; deck; deep; don’t; east; end; engine; fact; feet; fella; fish; flying; god; good; half; hands; head; high; him. hours; house; island; it. know; land; latitude; ldquo;i; lepers; leprosy; life; line; long; longitude; man; martin; matter; me. men; miles; mind; minota; moment; morning; native; nature; new; night; north; place; rain; reef; rest; roscoe; run; sailing; saw; sea; sea. small; snark’s; snark; snark. south; span; style="text; sun; surface; td>