She and I: The setting is a dull suburb in London, just after the middle of the 19th century. Our hero spots a very pretty young lady in church, and falls in love with her. The first problem is getting an introduction. He manages this, but the girl's...
She and I, Vol. II continues the story of Lorton and his girlfriend, Min. Lorton continues to earn approval to marry Min from her mother, but she doesn't think much of his financial prospects. Desperate and needing to find new opportunities, Lorton g...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
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John Conroy Hutcheson (1840-1897) was a British author of novels and short stories about life aboard ships at sea. He was born in Jersey, Channel Islands, in 1840, and died in Portsea Island, in late 1896 or early 1897. Some of his works with a nauti...
Young Dick Haldane sets out on his first sea voyage aboard the S.S. Star of the North, from the deck Dick sees a Ghost Ship. A large fullrigged ship with white canvas sails all crimson from a last expiring gleam of the Sun's afterglow. The ship's sai...
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Dick Haldane, the narrator of this story, although only just seventeen, had been appointed fourth officer of the S.S. 'Star of the North, ' Captain Applegarth, from Liverpool to New York, the day before she sailed. One grand but stormy-looking evenin...
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The Penang Pirate and the Lost Pinnace by John Conroy Hutcheson and Illustrated by Archibald Webb first published in 1880. This book includes two stories. The first "The Penang Pirate," describes how the Captain of the "Hankow Lin," suspecting that t...
"And so, Allan, you wish to go to sea?" "Yes, father," I replied. "But, is there no other profession you would prefer-the law, for instance? It seems a prosperous trade enough, judging from the fact that solicitors generally appear well to do, with p...
“Bob!” The noise of the train, however, drowned Nellie’s voice; besides which Master Bob was further prevented from hearing this appeal to him by reason of his head and shoulders being at that precise instant projected out of the window of the ...
"Hullo Markworth. How lucky Why you are just the man I want; you're ubiquitous, who'd have thought of seeing you in town?" said Tom Hartshorne, of the -th Dragoons, cheerily, as he sauntered late one summer afternoon into a private billiard-room in...
“Hullo, Dad!” I cried out, stopping abruptly in front of the red granite coloured Reform Club, down the marble steps of which a queer-looking old gentleman was slowly descending. “Who is that funny old fellow there? He’s just like that ‘old...
"Time is getting on, little mother, and we'll soon have to say farewell " "Aye, my child. The parting is a sad one to me; but I hope and trust the good God will hold you in His safe keeping, and guide your footsteps back home to me again " "Never you...
“All hands take in sail!” “Stand by y’r tops’l halliards!” “Let go!” Sharply shouted out in quick succession came these orders from Captain Snaggs, the hoarse words of command ringing through the ship fore and aft, and making even the...
It is strange what trifling events -- little things apparently in themselves -- seem to have the power of shaping our different destinies, and colouring, so to speak, the whole course of our subsequent life! To illustrate this, I may state without ex...
“Bill!” “Aye, aye, bo!” “Guess this’ll be a rum v’yage, mate.” “Why, old shellback?” “’Cause I can’t make out why we are wasting our time here, with the cargo all aboard and the wind fair.” “Don’t you fret yourself abo...
“Sail-ho on the weather-bow!” “What do you make it?” “Looks like a ship’s mast, with the yard attached, and a man a-holding on to it and hailing us for help -- leastways, that’s what it seems to me!” “Jerusalem! On the weather-bow, ...
"I muse, as in a trance, when e'er The languors of thy love-deep eyes Float on me. I would I were So tranced, so wrapt in ecstasies, To stand apart, and to adore, Gazing on thee for evermore " I saw her first in church. Do you happen to know a quaint...
True, I talk of dreams; Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air; And more inconstant than the wind, who woos Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puff...
We were cruising off Callao on the Pacific station when it all happened, and I daresay there are a good many others who will recollect all about it as well as myself. But to explain the matter properly I must go back a little in my dates; for, instea...
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"How's her head?" exclaimed Captain Dinks, the moment his genial, rosy, weather-beaten face appeared looming above the top-rail of the companion way that led up to the poop from the saloon below, the bright mellow light of the morning sun reflecting ...
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This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic, timeless works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them....
This early work by John Buchan was originally published in 1886 and we are now republishing it as part of our Cryptofiction Classics series. 'Jim Newman's Yarn: Or, A Sight of the Sea Serpent' is a short story about a mysterious creature ...
In the Pearl River. “Bill!” “Aye, aye, bo!” “Guess this’ll be a rum v’yage, mate.” “Why, old shellback?” “’Cause I can’t make out why we are wasting our time here, with the cargo all aboard and the wind fair.” “Don’t y...
And how he Dined with the Admiral. We were cruising off Callao on the Pacific station when it all happened, and I daresay there are a good many others who will recollect all about it as well as myself. But to explain the matter properly I must go bac...
This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them....
An Independent Young Gentleman. “I want do d’an’ma!” This sudden and unexpected exclamation, uttered as it was in a shrill little voice like that of a piping bullfinch, and coming from nowhere in particular, as far as he could make out, for h...