The cruise of the Midge. By the author of 'Tom Cringle's log'.1836 |
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... voices , as if he had been a sort of living double flageolet ; one a falsetto , small and liquid , and clear as the ... voice of the old man , as it interwined with the octave flute note and the grumbling bass of David Sprawl , like a ...
... voices , as if he had been a sort of living double flageolet ; one a falsetto , small and liquid , and clear as the ... voice of the old man , as it interwined with the octave flute note and the grumbling bass of David Sprawl , like a ...
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... voice . - A pause . All our glasses were by this time levelled at the vessel , and every one more puzzled than another what to make of it . " Who are you , sir ? " again asked the commodore . " Where is Mr. Donovan ? " Here Mr. Binnacle ...
... voice . - A pause . All our glasses were by this time levelled at the vessel , and every one more puzzled than another what to make of it . " Who are you , sir ? " again asked the commodore . " Where is Mr. Donovan ? " Here Mr. Binnacle ...
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... voice from the shore sang out in a threatening tone- " Cuidado , " when the officer wisely pulled round , and returned to us . We could hear the frigate in the offing through the livelong night , firing signal guns every ten minutes ...
... voice from the shore sang out in a threatening tone- " Cuidado , " when the officer wisely pulled round , and returned to us . We could hear the frigate in the offing through the livelong night , firing signal guns every ten minutes ...
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... voice from the bow of a boat , that had on the instant stuck its snout round the point below us . Before we could answer , the yawl , full of enquiring messmates , was alongside . " Hillo , Master Sprawl - hillo , Master Brail ; Lanyard ...
... voice from the bow of a boat , that had on the instant stuck its snout round the point below us . Before we could answer , the yawl , full of enquiring messmates , was alongside . " Hillo , Master Sprawl - hillo , Master Brail ; Lanyard ...
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... voices of our shipmates . Comforted by the cordial , I found my strength return in some measure ; and when I was once satisfied that no bones were broken , that I was in fact only and simply kilt , my spirits revived , and before we ...
... voices of our shipmates . Comforted by the cordial , I found my strength return in some measure ; and when I was once satisfied that no bones were broken , that I was in fact only and simply kilt , my spirits revived , and before we ...
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The Cruise of the Midge. by the Author of 'tom Cringle's Log' Michael Scott No preview available - 2018 |
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