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A boat upon the open sea—no land in sight!It is an open boat, the size and form showing it to be the pinnace of amerchant-ship.It is a tropical sea, with a fiery sun overhead, slowly coursing through a skyof brilliant azure.The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is usingthem. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with nohand upon the grasp.And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it,—sixof them living, and one dead.Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of anumber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark andbearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American,though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead toa belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. Andso he is.The features of the white man sitting nearest to him are in strange contrastto his, as is also the colour of his hair and skin. The hair is of a carrotyshade, while his complexion, originally reddish, through long exposure to atropical sun exhibits a yellowish, freckled appearance. The countenance somarked is unmistakably of Milesian type. So it should be, as its owner is anIrishman.The third white man, of thin, lank frame, with face almost beardless, palecadaverous cheeks, and eyes sunken in their sockets, and there rollingwildly, is one of those nondescripts who may be English, Irish, Scotch, orAmerican. His dress betokens him to be a seaman, a common sailor.He of the brown complexion, with flat spreading nose, high cheek-bones,oblique eyes, and straight, raven black hair, is evidently a native of the East,a Malay.

Excerpt from The Castaways: A Story of Adventure in the Wilds of BorneoBoat upon the Open sea-no land in sight! It is an open boat, the size and form showing it to be the pinnace of a mer chant-ship.It is a tropical sea, with a fiery sun overhead, slowly coursing through a sky of brilliant azure.The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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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It is an open boat, the size and form showing it to be the pinnace of a merchant-ship. It is a tropical sea, with a fiery sun overhead, slowly coursing through a sky of brilliant azure. The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp. And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it, -six of them living, and one dead. Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of an umber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark and bearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American, though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead to a belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. And so he is. The features of the white man sitting nearest to him are in strange contrast to his, as is also the colour of his hair and skin. The hair is of a carroty shade, while his complexion, originally reddish, through long exposure to a tropical sun exhibits a yellowish, freckled appearance. The countenance so marked is unmistakably of Milesian type. So it should be, as its owner is an Irishman

The boat has neither sail nor mast. There are oars, but no one is using them. They lie athwart the tholes, their blades dipping in the water, with no hand upon the grasp. And yet the boat is not empty. Seven human forms are seen within it,—six of them living, and one dead. Of the living, four are full-grown men; three of them white, the fourth of an umber-brown, or bistre colour. One of the white men is tall, dark and bearded, with features bespeaking him either a European or an American, though their somewhat elongated shape and classic regularity would lead to a belief that he is the latter, and in all probability a native of New York. And so he is.