Frank Nelson in the Forecastle Or, The Sportman's Club Among the Whalers

Frank Nelson in the Forecastle; Or, The Sportman's Club Among the Whalers

"Yes, and I, for one, am glad to get back. I like a good horse, and no one enjoys a few days' shooting and fishing better than I do; but when I get tired of the saddle and the woods, I like to see the blue water and feel the solid planks of a yacht's deck under my feet once more. We had a good time though, in spite of all our adventures and mishaps." "We certainly did. I am like Perk, who, after he had been down into the Cave of the Winds, under Niagara Falls, said he would do it again for no money, but seeing that he had been down, he would not sell his experience at any price. I couldn't be hired to make that same trip to Fort Bolton againbeing "snowed up" was the worst part of it to mebut since it is all over and we are safely out of it, I am glad we went." This was a portion of the conversation carried on by our friends Archie, Fred and Eugene, as they sat in the main-cross-trees of the Stranger, swinging their feet in the air and looking out over the shipping anchored off North Point Dock, in the harbor of San Francisco. They had only just arrived that day, their trip across the mountains being happily ended. They had discarded the half-savage, half-civilized costumes they had worn during their sojourn in the wilderness and substituted pea-jackets for their hunting-shirts, light shoes for their high-top boots, and natty tarpaulins for their slouch hats. They looked as though they had just come out of[7] some lady's band-box, and one and all declared that it was most refreshing to find themselves dressed up like white folks once more. ......Buy Now (To Read More)

Product details

Ebook Number: 53420
Author: Castlemon, Harry
Release Date: Oct 31, 2016
Format: eBook
Language: English