The Young Cavalier / A Story of the Civil Wars by Percy F. Westerman : (full image Illustrated) Percy F. Westerman (Author), R.I. GORDON BROWNE (Illustrator) B00CVJRNB2 File Size: 781 KB     BUY NOW Book Description :- The Young Cavalier / A Story of the Civil Wars by Percy F. Westerman : (full image Illustrated) THE YOUNG CAVALIER A STORY OF THE CIVIL WARS BY PERCY F. WESTERMAN Author of "'Midst Arctic Perils," "Clinton's Quest", "The Nameless Island," "The Young Cavalier", "The Treasure of the Sacred Lake," etc. ILLUSTRATED BY GORDON BROWNE, R.I. CONTENTS 1. THE OUTBREAK OF CIVIL WAR 2. COLONEL NICHOLAS FIRESTONE 3. FRIEND OR FOE? 4. THROUGH THE REBEL LINES 5. CONVOYING THE TREASURE 6. EDGEHILL 7. FACE TO FACE WITH DEATH 8. OUR ADVENTURE IN LOSTWITHIEL CHURCH 9. MY MEETING WITH AN OLD FOE 10. ON BOARD THE "EMMA FARLEIGH" 11. THE "HAPPY ADVENTURE" 12. THE POWDER MINE 13. THE SIEGE OF ASHLEY CASTLE 14. SPIKING THE GUNS 15. THE SECRET PASSAGE 16. WITHOUT THE WALLS OF CARISBROOKE 17. EXILED LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS The next instant a pair of hands grasped the gunwale, and the dripping head of a man appeared over the side (Frontispiece) "I sprang into the sea" Colonel Firestone flung his arms about the man's waist, and dragged him out of his saddle There was a yell of terror, and the robbers made a frantic effort to rein in their steeds Seized by the arms and legs, the terrified rogue was hurled into the river With undiminished speed the horse shot into space The darting rays fell on my face, and with a stifled cry of terror the soldier turned to flee Ralph Granville and the pikeman were locked in an unyielding embrace, and, before I could prevent the catastrophe, Ralph was dragged through the embrasure and disappeared THE YOUNG CAVALIER CHAPTER I. THE OUTBREAK OF CIVIL WAR WELL shall I ever remember the last day of August in the year of grace 1642. The shadow of war, and civil war to boot, lay heavily over the length and breadth of the kingdom, and the usually peaceful Isle of Wight was no exception to the rule. It was owing to this fact that I, Humphrey Markham, was compelled to remain at school during the holidays instead of spending them, as was my wont, at my father's castle of Ashley, which lies betwixt the borders of Hamptonshire and Sussex, hard by the town of Petersfield. The call of duty had obliged my father to travel northward to attend on the King's person, so that, much to my disappointment, I was compelled to forego one of my twice-yearly visits to my home. Yet, fortunately for me, I was not alone in my "exile," as I was tempted to call it. My closest companion, Ralph Granville, a nephew of the staunch Royalist, Sir Bevil Granville, of the Duchy of Cornwall, also remained at school for similar reasons, as did a score or more of other scholars, and, thanks to the kindness of the dominie, we were permitted a considerable amount of freedom, the only condition being that we should be within gates every night ere sundown.   The Adventures of Dick Trevanion / Story of Eighteen Hundred and Four by Herbert Strang : (full image Illustrated) Herbert Strang B00D5J217S File Size: 880 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, novel, adventure, DOUBLEDICK,TREACHERY, PEACE , PETHERICK CHAPTER THE FIRST. The Village and the Towers The village of Polkerran lies snugly in a hollow between cliffs facing the Atlantic, at the head of a little bay that forms a natural harbour. The grey stone cottages rise from the sea-level in tiers, as in an amphitheatre, huddled together, with the narrowest and most tortuous of lanes between them. Through the midst a stream flows from the high ground behind, in summer a mere brook, in winter a swollen torrent that colours the sea far out with the soil it carries down. The bay is shaped like a horseshoe; at low tide its mouth is closed by a reef except at the northern end, where there is always a narrow fairway between the reef and the sharp point of land known as the Beal. Northward of this is another little inlet called Trevanion Bay, whence the coast winds north-east, a line of rugged, precipitous, and overhanging cliffs, unbroken until you come to St. Cuby's Cove, where they reach a height of three hundred feet, and bulge out over the sea like a penthouse roof. One August evening, in the year 1804, a wide tubby boat lay in twelve feet of water, just outside the line of breakers beneath the cliffs, about a mile and a half from the village. The sun had been down some two hours, but there was enough of twilight to show to any one out at sea?the boat being invisible from the land?that it contained two lads, one a tall, slight, but muscular youth of seventeen or thereabouts, the other a thicker, sturdier boy, who looked older, but was, in fact, a year or more younger than his companion. "Well, Maister Dick," said the younger boy, "I reckon we'd better go home-along; it do seem as if the water be too clear to-night." "They're not on the feed, Sam, that's certain," replied Dick Trevanion. "But I don't like going empty-handed. I'm thinking of supper." "It do be queer, sure enough. 'Tis a hot night, and they mostly comes in close when 'tis hot, and the biggest comes the closest. I 'spect what us do want is a bit of a tumble, to stir up the bottom and muddy the water." Dick Trevanion had come out at sunset with his companion Sam Pollex to fish for salmon bass, which at this time of year were usually plentiful along the coast. For two hours they had had no luck. Every now and then a ripple and spirt on the smooth surface showed that fish were sporting beneath; but though they changed the bait, trying squid, pilchard, spider-crab in turn; varied the length of line and the weight of the lead; trailed the bait where they last saw the surface disturbed?though they tried every device known to them to lure the fish, they had not as yet been rewarded with a single bite. It was exasperating. Dick knew that the larder at home was bare, and had set his heart on carrying back two or three fish for supper and next morning's breakfast. "It will be high-water in half-an-hour," he said. "We'll wait till then, and no longer." LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS "THERE LOOMED OUT OF THE MIST A THREE-MASTED VESSEL"... "'HALT, IN THE KING'S NAME!' CRIED MR. MILDMAY" 'STAND!' CRIED DICK, DASHING FORWARD. 'LEAVE HIM, OR WE'LL FIRE' "AS THE SEAL PLUNGED INTO THE SEA, SAM BROUGHT HIS HAMMER DOWN" "THERE WAS NO ONE TO HEAR THE SHORT DIALOGUE THAT ENSUED AT THE HEAD OF THE WELL" "DICK RUSHED LIKE A WHIRLWIND ON THE MAN" "PETHERICK'S HEAD APPEARED THROUGH THE HATCH" "DELAROUSSE RUSHED HEADLONG TOWARDS THE APPROACHING GROUP" CONTENTS 1. THE VILLAGE AND THE TOWERS 2. JOHN TREVANION RETURNS HOME 3. THE BLOW FALLS 4. THE CAVE OF SEALS 5. ST. CUBY'S WELL 6. PENWARDEN DOES HIS DUTY 7. THE BREACH WIDENS 8. A LIGHT ON THE MOOR 9. DOUBLEDICK'S MIDNIGHT GUESTS 10. THE FIRE BELL AT THE TOWERS 11. SIR BEVIL INTERVENES 12. PENWARDEN DISAPPEARS 13. CROSS-CURRENTS 14. DOUBLEDICK ON DUTY 15. ACROSS THE PIT 16. A PACKET FOR RUSCO 17. PETHERICK MAKES A DISCOVERY 18. A HIGH DIVE 19. A BARGAIN WITH THE REVENUE 20. THE LAST DEAL 21. THE ATTACK ON THE TOWERS 22. JOHN TREVANION IN THE TOILS 23. THE PRICE OF TREACHERY 24. PEACE AND GOODWILL   The adventures of Kimble Bent / A story of wild life in the New Zealand bush by James Cowan James Cowan B00KI7Q7KC File Size: 1224 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- Maori, New Zealand, wild life, adventure, British, troops This book is not a work of fiction. It is a plain narrative of real life in the New Zealand bush, a true story of adventure in a day not yet remote, when adventure in abundance was still to be had in the land of the Maori. Every name used is a real one, every character who appears in these pages had existence in those war days of forty years ago. Every incident described here is a faithful record of actual happenings; some of them may convince the reader that truth can be stranger than fiction. Numerous instances are recorded of white deserters from civilisation who have allied themselves with savages, adopting barbarous practices, and forgetting even their mother-tongue. In the old convict days of New South Wales escapees from the fetters of a more than rigorous "system" now and again cast in their lot with the blacks. Renegades of every European nationality have been found living with and fighting for native tribes in Africa and America and the Islands of Polynesia. But none of them had a wilder story to tell than has the man whose narrative is here presented?Kimble Bent, the pakeha-Maori. Ever since 1865?when he first "took to the blanket"?he has lived with the New Zealand Maoris. For thirteen years he was completely estranged from his fellow-whites; he had deserted from a British regiment and a price was on his head. British troops and Colonial irregulars alike hunted him and his fanatical Hauhau companions. His hairbreadth escapes were many; he had to risk death not only from British bullet and bayonet, but from the savage brown men of the forest with whom he lived. When at last he came out of hiding, and dared once more to face those of his own colour, he had almost forgotten the English language, and could speak it but with difficulty and hesitation. He has been out of his bush exile many years, but is still living with his Maori friends, and is still known by the Maori name, "Tu-nui-a-moa," which his chief Titokowaru gave him in 1868. When he writes to me, he usually writes in Maori, and he is practically a Maori himself, for he has lived the greater part of his life as a Maori, and he has assimilated the peculiar modes of thought and some of the ancient beliefs of the natives, as well as their tongue and customs. One of the most remarkable portions of Bent's narrative is his account of the revival of cannibalism by the Hauhaus in 1868. Vague stories have been heard concerning the eating of soldiers' bodies by the bushmen of Ngati-Ruanui and Nga-Rauru and of rites of human sacrifices performed in the woods of Taranaki, but this account of Bent's is the first detailed description from an eye-witness of the man-eating practices in Titokowaru's camps. Many of Tito's Hauhaus are still alive; but they are very reticent on the subject of "long-pig." CONTENTS THE DESERTER KIMBLE BENT, SAILOR AND SOLDIER THE CAMP OF THE HAUHAUS IN THE OTAPAWA STOCKADE TE UA, PRIEST AND PROPHET THE STORMING OF OTAPAWA BUSH LIFE WITH THE HAUHAUS THE HAUHAU COUNCIL-TOWN A FOREST ADVENTURE THE WAR-CHIEF AND HIS GODS "THE BEAK-OF-THE-BIRD" THE ATTACK ON TURUTURU-MOKAI REDOUBT THE KILLING OF KANE ADVENTURES AT TE NGUTU-O-TE-MANU A BATTLE IN THE FOREST; AND THE DEATH OF VON TEMPSKY THE CANNIBALS OF THE BUSH SKIRMISHING AND FORT-BUILDING THE FIGHT AT MOTUROA STOCKADE THE TAURANGA-IKA STOCKADE A SCOUTING ADVENTURE THE FALL OF TAURANGA-IKA THE FOREST-FORAGERS A BATTLE IN THE FOG THE HEAD-HUNTERS THE LAND OF REFUGE BUSH LIFE ON THE PATEA HIROKI: THE STORY OF A FUGITIVE OUT OF EXILE ILLUSTRATIONS Sketch Map of Taranaki Mount Egmont, Taranaki A Taranaki Frontier Fort Patara, a Hauhau Prophet A British Column on the March The Scout The Ambuscade Tutangé Waionui, a Hauhau Warrior Major von Tempsky Major von Tempsky Major Kemp (Kepa te Rangihiwinui) The Fight at Moturoa A Hauhau Scout A Constabulary Officer in Bush-fighting Costume Kimble Bent, the Pakeha-Maori   The Adventures of Sammy Jay / The Bedtime Story-Books by Thornton W. Burgess Thornton W. Burgess B00EYG21TY File Size: 371 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- kid, fiction, tales, children, adventure, bedtime, animals SAMMY JAY MAKES A FUSS Sammy Jay doesn't mind the cold of winter. Indeed, he rather likes it. Under his handsome coat of blue, trimmed with white, he wears a warm silky suit of underwear, and he laughs at rough Brother North Wind and his cousin, Jack Frost. But still he doesn't like the winter as well as he does the warmer seasons because?well, because he is a lazy fellow and doesn't like to work for a living any harder than he has to, and in the winter it isn't so easy to get something to eat. And there is another reason why Sammy Jay doesn't like the winter as well as the other seasons. What do you think it is? It isn't a nice reason at all. No, Sir, it isn't a nice reason at all. It is because it isn't so easy to stir up trouble. Somehow, Sammy Jay never seems really happy unless he is stirring up trouble for some one else. He just delights in tormenting other little people of the Green Meadows and the Green Forest. Dear, dear, it is a dreadful thing to say, but Sammy Jay is bold and bad. He steals! Yes, Sir, Sammy Jay steals whenever he gets a chance. He had rather steal a breakfast any time than get it honestly. Now people who steal usually are very sly. Sammy Jay is sly. Indeed, he is one of the slyest of all the little people who live in the Green Forest. Instead of spending his time honestly hunting for his meals, he spends most of it watching his neighbors to find out where they have their store-houses, so that he can help himself when their backs are turned. He slips through the Green Forest as still as still can be, hiding in the thick tree-tops and behind the trunks of big trees, and peering out with those sharp eyes of his at his neighbors. Whenever he is discovered, he always pretends to be very busy about his own business, and very much surprised to find any one is near. CONTENTS Sammy Jay Makes a Fuss A Bitter Disappointment The Vanity of Sammy Jay Sammy Jay Gets Even with Peter Rabbit Sammy Jay Brings News Black Pussy Almost Catches a Good Breakfast Chatterer Works Hard Sammy Jay Drops a Hint Chatterer Screws up His Courage Chatterer Studies a Way to Get Farmer Brown's Corn Chatterer Grows Reckless Chatterer Frightens Sammy Jay Sammy Jay Tells His Troubles to Reddy Fox Reddy Fox Plays Spy Sammy Jay Spoils the Plan of Reddy Fox Chatterer and Sammy Jay Quarrel Chatterer and Sammy Jay Make Up Chatterer Has to Keep His Promise Chatterer Gets Sammy Jay Some Corn Chatterer Remembers Something Sammy Jay Makes a Call Chatterer Has a Dreadful Day Chatterer Hits on a Plan at Last Chatterer Has His Turn to Laugh   The North Pacific / A Story of the Russo-Japanese War by Willis Boyd Allen Willis Boyd Allen B00K1QEQ2G File Size: 790 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- War, battle, history, Russian, Japanese, battle-ship, Petropavlovsk THE TRIAL OF THE "RETVIZAN." It was a clear, cool afternoon in early September, 1901. In the country the tawny hillsides were warmed to gold by the glow of the autumn sun, while here and there a maple lifted its crimson torch as if the forest were kindling where the rays were the hottest. Brown, golden, and scarlet leaves floated slowly downward to the ground; flocks of dark-winged birds drifted across the sky or flitted silently through the shadows of the deep wood; the call of the harvester to his straining team sounded across the fields for a moment?then all was still again. But for the creak of a waggon, the distant bark of a dog, the fitful whisper and rustle of the wind in the boughs overhead, the whirring chatter of a squirrel, the world seemed lost in a day-dream of peace. Only a few miles away the air was rent by a clamour of discordant sound. Ponderous hammers beat upon plates of iron and brass; machinery rumbled and shrieked and hissed at its work; a thousand men, labouring as if for their lives, pulled, pushed, lifted, pounded, shouted orders, warnings, replies above the din that beat upon the ear like a blacksmith's blows upon an anvil. From the tall chimneys poured endless volumes of black smoke that were reflected in the blue waters of the river and mimicked by innumerable puffs of steam. The place was like a volcano in the first stages of eruption. A vast upheaval seemed imminent. Yet the countless toilers worked securely and swiftly, fashioning that dread floating citadel of modern warfare, the Battleship. CONTENTS The Trial of the "Retvizan" Man Overboard! Sealed Orders Uncle Sam's Packing Oto's Strange Visit A Scrap in Malta O-Hana-San's Party A Batch of Letters At the Czar's Command The First Blow In the Mikado's Capital Between Two Fires Wynnie Makes a Blunder The Attack of the "Octopus" Under the Red Cross The Last Train from Port Arthur Dick Scupp's Adventure Oshima Goes a-Fishing Among the Clouds The Dogger Bank Affair The Fall of Port Arthur On Board the "Kushiro" Trapped in Manchuria The Little Father Larkin Retires from Business "The Destiny of an Empire" Ordered Home ILLUSTRATIONS "Man Overboard!" "Oto Climbed the Rail like a Monkey" In Strange Waters Picked up by the Searchlight The Sinking of the "Petropavlovsk" The End of the Traitor On the Dogger Bank The Osaka Babies   The Motor Scout / A Story of Adventure in South America by Herbert Strang : (full image Illustrated) Herbert Strang B00DGTG5QU File Size: 727 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- Fiction, adventure, action, boy, travel, South America, San Rosario ILLUSTRATED BY CYRUS CUNEO BOMBASTES FURIOSO One hot sultry afternoon in June, the population of the little town of San Rosario in the Peruvian Andes was struck with sudden amazement at the sight of a motor-bicycle clattering its way through the main street with some risk to the dogs, poultry, and small boys who had been lazily disporting themselves there. It was not the bicycle itself that evoked their wonder: that was an object familiar enough. Nor was it the youth seated in the saddle, and steering it deftly past all obstacles. It was a second figure, mounted uneasily on the carrier behind: a rotund and portly figure, which shook and quivered with the vibration of the machine as it jolted over the ill-paved road, maintaining its equilibrium with obvious difficulty. Children and women shrieked; the men leaning against the walls took their cigars from their lips and gasped; and the noise of the engine was almost smothered by the mingled din of barking dogs and screaming fowls. It was the figure of the gobernador himself: land-owner, chief magistrate, and father of a family. The wondering populace might have supposed that the gentleman had taken leave of his senses--for surely no one of his mature years and serious responsibilities would have risked so much if he had been sane--had it not been plain to them that he was in desperate distress. His head was bare; his swarthy cheeks were shining with perspiration; his eyes rolled with fright; and his fat hands were clasped about the waist of the boy in the saddle with the convulsive grip of a man clinging for dear life. The face of the boy was, on the contrary, beaming with delight. His lips were parted in a wide smile; his blue eyes were dancing; and his mop of tow-coloured hair waved joyously in the breeze that the motion of the vehicle created. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS THE GOBERNADOR RIDES CAPTURED BY BRIGANDS HORSEMEN ON THE TRACK TIM LEADS A CHARGE THE HOLE IN THE FLOOR A CHECK AT THE CAVE MAP CONTENTS 1. BOMBASTES FURIOSO 2. COMINGS AND GOINGS 3. BENEVOLENCES 4. GAS 5. PARDO DISMISSES HIMSELF 6. TIM IS HELD TO RANSOM 7. THE PREFECT MOVES 8. SUSPENSE 9. FLIGHT TO THE HILLS 10. CINCINNATUS O'HAGAN 11. THE MOTOR-CYCLE 12. FREE WHEEL 13. A COMMISSION 14. HIS FATHER'S HOUSE 15. THE RAID ON SAN ROSARIO 16. A SIEGE AND A SORTIE 17. IN POSSESSION 18. THE ORDER OF THE NASTURTIUM 19. PARDO SCORES A TRICK 20. PARDO LOSES A TRICK 21. RUN TO EARTH 22. A PUNCTURE 23. A LEAP FOR LIFE 24. FROM DAN TO BEERSHEBA 25. THE RAVINE 26. HANDSOME ACKNOWLEDGMENTS   Frank Forester / A Story of the Dardanelles by Herbert Strang. : (full image Illustrated) Herbert Strang B00DF63LN4 File Size: 602 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- Fiction, adventure, force, Army, classic, Fighting, GALLIPOLI PENINSULA ILLUSTRATED BY CYRUS CUNEO A MEETING IN THE HILLS One afternoon in July 1914, a party of five men was making its way slowly through a defile in the hills of Armenia. The singular verb is strictly appropriate, for the five men kept close together, always in the same order, and, being mounted, might have appeared to a distant observer almost as one monstrous many-legged creature, hideously shaped. At a nearer view, however, the spectator would probably have been interested in the various composition of the party, and in certain picturesque elements pertaining to its individual members. The foremost, preceding the rest by three parts of the length of his grey horse, was a study in colour. A black turban surmounted a copper-coloured face, the most striking feature of which was a thin aquiline nose hooked at the extremity, with finely arched nostrils, and a deep dent between bushy brows out of which gleamed sloe-black eyes. On either side of his nose streamed a long, black, fiercely twirled moustache, and his shaven chin stuck out with a sort of aggressive powerfulness. A blue tunic clothed him from shoulders to waist, where he was girt with a red sash bristling with a dagger, a long knife, and several pistols. Baggy white trousers were tucked into long red boots fitted with large spurs. In his right hand he held a long bamboo lance, from which dangled a number of black balls. The two men who rode behind him, the necks of their horses level with the buttocks of his, were not so picturesque. On the right was a young Englishman of about twenty years, whose clean-shaven face was ruddy with health and exposure to the weather, and whose grey-blue eyes were shaded from the sun by the peak of a white pith helmet. He wore white drill, with a leather belt, and brown riding boots. His companion, a slight, sallow-faced youth of about the same age, was also dressed in white, but there was something in the cut of his garments that forbade his being supposed an Englishman. Close behind these two, mounted on mules which were laden with bundles of odd shapes, rode two sturdy bearded figures, whose dark features were markedly oriental. They wore turbans and tunics which had once been white, baggy red trousers, and heavy boots of undressed leather. Rifles were slung on their backs, and long knives stuck out of their belts. The track was stony and tortuous, winding through a jagged cleft in the hills. On either side, at varying distances from the path, rose pinnacles of rock, through fissures in which the riders caught occasional glimpses of fertile valleys below, or of solitary fastnesses or monasteries perched high among the crags. Now and then a bend in the defile opened up a view of the distant peaks of the Taurus mountains. It was wild and desolate country, growing wilder as they advanced. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS IN TWO MINDS AT THE POINT OF DESPAIR MAP OF THE SOUTHERN PART OF THE GALLIPOLI PENINSULA THE FIGHT IN THE GULLY A CRITICAL MOMENT CONTENTS 1. A MEETING IN THE HILLS 2. CONCERNING A CARPET 3. DISTURBERS OF TRAFFIC 4. THE COMING STORM 5. UNDER ARREST 6. RIGOUR 7. TEMPTATION 8. A LEAP IN THE DARK 9. A REHEARSAL 10. A BRITISH SHELL 11. DANGER 12. IN THE HILLS 13. SHARING A SEPULCHRE 14. 'A CHIEL AMANG THEM' 15. OUT OF ACTION 16. TWO MEN IN A LAUNCH 17. THROUGH THE NARROWS 18. THE LANDING AT ANZAC 19. A TIGHT CORNER 20. FISHING 21. IN A RING FENCE 22. THE HOLY MEN 23. CAPTURING A SUBMARINE 24. V.C.   The Arrow of Fire / A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00E4Y6HH8 File Size: 219 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, Mystery, novel, Clues, adventure, fire, Battle THE SQUAD CALL It was midnight. The waters of Lake Michigan were like glass, smooth glass, miles of it, blue-black. There was no moon. The stars burned queer bright holes in the blue-black glass. The long, low craft that glided through the water caused scarce a ripple. At the prow of this Great Lakes? freighter stood Johnny Thompson. He was gazing at the skyline of his own beloved city. Three years had passed since last he had caught the rumble of that great metropolis and had seen her lights gleaming out into the night. Now he was gliding slowly, surely forward?to what? His city, to be sure. But after that? Mystery? Romance? Fresh adventure? Who could say? In his three years of wandering Johnny had known mystery, romance, and adventure aplenty. He had glided up dark mangrove-bordered streams at the heart of tropical America. He had crept into dungeons in the haunted castle of Haiti. He had felt the call of the barren tundras and smoking mountains of British Columbia and Alaska. He had faced the savage, hungry wolf pack, and had matched power and prowess with the Kadiak bear. Ah yes, mystery, romance, adventure, had been his. And yet, as he stood there watching the skyline of the city he had known so well as a boy, as her massive buildings bulked larger and larger before him, as he saw the spire-like structures that had reared themselves skyward in his absence, as he thought of the dark, little known streets, of the hidden cellars, the underground tunnels, of the wealth, the misery, the power, the intrigue, the crime of this, his native city, he could not but feel that after all he had wandered far in vain, that even here at his own doorstep was to be found romance, thrills, adventure such as he had not known in strange lands. Was he right? Only time could tell. So he stood there dreaming until he felt the boat bump against the massive cement finger that is the city?s Municipal Pier, and knew it was time to go ashore. ?Where?d you come from??   Witches Cove / A Mystery Story for Girls by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00E4QAMHM File Size: 224 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, Mystery, novel, short Story, adventure, fire, night MYSTERIES OF THE NIGHT It was night on Casco Bay off the coast of Maine. There was no moon. Stars were hidden by a fine haze. The distant harbor lights of Portland, eight of them, gleaming faintly in pairs like yellow cat?s eyes, served only to intensify the blackness of the water and the night. Ruth Bracket?s arms moved backward and forward in rhythmic motion. She was rowing, yet no sound came from her oarlocks. Oars and oarlocks were padded. She liked it best that way. Why? Mystery?that magic word ?mystery.? How she loved it! In the stern of the little punt sat slim, black-haired, dark-eyed Betty Bronson, a city girl from the heart of America who was enjoying her first summer on the coast of Maine. Betty, too, loved mystery. And into her life and that of her stout seashore girl companion had come a little mystery that day. At this very moment, as Ruth rested on her muffled oar, there came creeping across the silent waters and through the black of night a second bit of mystery. The first mystery had come to them on shore in the hold of a beached three-masted schooner. Ruth knew the schooner well enough. She had been on board her a dozen times and thought she knew all about her?but she didn?t. The owner, a dark-skinned foreigner who had purchased the schooner six months before, used her for bringing wood to the islands. There is, so they say, an island in Casco Bay for every day in the year. Each island has its summer colony. These summer folks like an open fire to sit by at night and this requires wood. The schooner had been bringing it in from somewhere?from Canada some said. No one seemed to know for sure. Being an old schooner the wood-carrying craft must be beached from time to time to have her seams calked. They beached her at high tide. Low tide found her stranded. The return of high tide carried her off again. In this there is no mystery. The mystery began when Ruth and Betty, along with other girls and boys of the island, swarmed up a rope ladder to the tilted deck of the beached schooner.   The Rope of Gold / A Mystery Story for Boys by Roy J. Snell Roy J. Snell B00DV5ZRAE File Size: 280 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- fiction, novel, mystery, action, adventure, fighting, Boys THE DANGLING LADDER Night was settling down over the mountain side. Already the valleys far below were lost in darkness. The massive fortress which the dwellers on the island of Haiti have always called the Citadel hung like a mountain cliff above a boy who, hot from climbing, had thrown himself on a bed of moss at the foot of a gnarled mahogany tree. ?Whew!? he exclaimed softly to himself. ?Even three thousand feet above the sea here in Haiti it?s hot. Hot and dry. Fellow?d think--? He broke short off to stare. A curious thing was happening. Out from a small dark opening some forty feet up the perpendicular wall of the massive abandoned fortification, something quite indistinct in the twilight had moved and was creeping slowly down the moss-grown wall. ?Like a snake,? he told himself, ?only, here in Haiti, there are no snakes to speak of and certainly not one as long as that. Only look! It?s down to the window below; a full twenty feet. ?That window--? He caught his breath, then began to count. ?One, two, three, four,-- ?That?s the window of Curlie?s ?laburatory? as he calls it. It--why, it?s a plot! I should warn him. It--? He half rose, preparatory to a race up the mountain side. Then he settled back to his seat on the ground. ?Couldn?t make it,? he told himself. ?Ground?s too rough. Boulders there big as a house. Too far around, take a full hour to come in from the rear. By that time, if anything really serious is to happen, it will be over. ?Besides, if worst comes to worst,--? He put out his hand to grip a six foot bow. It was a good yew bow. The arrows at his side were tipped with triangles of steel sharp as razor blades. Down here in Haiti he had used these for hunting wild guinea hens and wild pigs. ?But if worst comes to worst,? he told himself, settling back against the trunk of the tree, ?it?s an easy shot. I wouldn?t miss. And the person, whoever it may be, would not go on.? You who have read our other book called ?Johnny Longbow? will know that his thoughts were true when they assured him that he would not miss; for Johnny Thompson, by long and careful application to the task, had mastered the difficult art of archery. And this boy, resting here at the edge of a tropical forest in that mysterious island of Haiti, was none other than your old friend Johnny Thompson. How he came here; what strange stroke of fate it was that brought him into company with the slim and supple young inventor, Curlie Carson, does not, for the moment, matter.   [Prev] .. 1 ... 1 2 3 4 ... 4 .. [Next]

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