Excerpt from The Track of the Typhoon Of course, these people all had at least an excuse whereas we hadn't even a scientific shoestring, ex cept possibly the vindication of our ideas about the seaworthiness of small vessels. But why have any excuse? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Track of a Storm I had been to Paris on business of the bank, and was on my way home. I am not fond of travelling at the best of times; and the end Of November is not, as a rule, the best of times for travelling. The rule was not proved by November, 1832. It was no exception in the matter of November weather. I don't like bad English weather, but I like bad French weather even worse. I was glad to get into the Dover packet. I was positively relieved to hear the good, hearty swear ing Of Christian sailors once more. The passage was cold, but it was not tedious, and by eleven o'clock that night I was enjoying a glass of hot brandy and water before a big fire in the snuggest corner of the Ship. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Typhoon His father never really forgave him for this undutiful stupidity. We could have got on without him, he used to say later on, but there's the business. And he an only son tool His mother wept very much after his disappearance. As it had never occurred to him to leave word behind, he was mourned over for dead till, after eight months, his first letter arrived from Talcahuano. It was short, and contained the statement We had very fine weather on our passage out. But evidently, in the writer's mind, the only important intelligence was to the effect that his captain had, on the very day of writing, entered him regularly on the ship's articles as Ordinary Seaman. Because I can do the work, he explained. The mother again wept copiously, while the remark, Tom's an ass, expressed the emotions of the father. He was a corpulent man, with a gift for sly chafiing, which to the end of his life he exercised in his intercourse with his son, a little pityingly, as if upon a half-witted person. Macwhirr's visits to his home were necessarily. Rare, and in the course of years he despatched other letters to his parents, informing them of his successive promo tions and of his movements upon the vast earth. In these missives could be found sentences like this The heat here is very great. Or: On Christmas day at 4 rm. We fell in with some icebergs. The old people ultimately became acquainted with a good many names of ships, and with the names of the skippers who commanded them - with the names of Scots and English shipowners - with the names of seas, oceans, straits, promontories - with outlandish names of lumber ports, of rice-ports, of cotton-ports - with the names of islands - with the name of their son's young Woman. She was called Lucy. It did not suggest itself to him to mention whether he thought the name pretty. And then they died. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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