Books with title Sam the Sickly Sailor

Enery A rper, said the woman with a shrill snigger not unlike the whinny of a horse, A untie said shed wait up for you, didnt she? And she always keeps a promise, dont she, my boy? The figure six yards away the fog was doing its best to hide cowered yet closer to the wall. And what was it, Enery, that A untie promised you if you come ome again with ninepence? The wheeze of the voice had a note of humor. The boy was wedged so close to the wall that he had barked the skin off his bare knees. The woman, watching him intently, began to trail the heavy lash on the cobbled yard. Said shed make it up to a shillin for you, didnt she? ... if you come ome again with ninepence. Said shed cut the heart out oyou .. .same as if it was the eye of a pertater. A powerful arm was already loose. The eye of an expert had the distance measured to a nicety. Clean out. A scream followed that was not human. The heavy whip had caught the boy round the unprotected thighs. Ill do ye in this time. Mad with pain and terror the boy dashed straight at her, charging like a desperate animal, as with leisurely ferocity she prepared for a second cut at him. The impact of his body was so unexpected that it nearly knocked her down. It was his only chance. Before she could recover her balance he was out of the gate and away in the fog. A lane ran past the yard. He was in it before the whip could reach him again; in it and running for his life. The lane was short, straight and very narrow, with high walls on both sides.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to

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The Colourdore Collection is a series of 26 children's books designed to entertain, enthral, educate and delight children of all ages. There is a book for every letter of the alphabet. This is the story of Sam the Sickly Sailor.Welcome to the magical land of Colourdore. A secret island where Dragons and Witches and Kings and Giants, among others, live side by side. This is the story of Sam the Sickly Sailor.What do you do if you’re a sailor and being on a boat makes you feel sick? What do you do if you are a fisherman who doesn’t like catching fish and what do you do when you are about to lose your ship to a Viking?Where will your next adventure take you?

Excerpt from The SailorHanging from the wall of the house beyond was a dirty oil lamp round which the fog circled in a hundred spectral shapes. Seen by its light, she was not pleasant to look upon. Bare-armed, bare-headed, savage chest half bare and sagging in festoons, she stood stayless and unashamed, breathing gin and wickedness. A grin of quiet joy was upon her alcoholic countenance. Nay, more than joy. It was a light of inward ecstasy, and sprang from the fact that a heavy carter's whip was in her hand.Not many feet from the spot on which she stood was the wall of a neighbor's house. Crouching against it so that he was scarcely visible in the darkness was a boy of thirteen. Without stockings or shoes, he wore only a filthy shirt, a thing that had once been a jacket, and a tattered lower gar ment which left his thighs half naked.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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Excerpt from The SailorHanging from the wall of the house beyond was a dirty oil lamp round which the fog circled in a hundred spectral shapes. Seen by its light, she was not pleasant to look upon. Bare-armed, bare-headed, savage chest half bare and sagging in festoons, she stood stayless and unashamed, breathing gin and wickedness. A grin of quiet joy was upon her alcoholic countenance. Nay, more than joy. It was a light of inward ecstasy, and sprang from the fact that a heavy carter's whip was in her hand.Not many feet from the spot on which she stood was the wall of a neighbor's house. Crouching against it so that he was scarcely visible in the darkness was a boy of thirteen. Without stockings or shoes, he wore only a filthy shirt, a thing that had once been a jacket, and a tattered lower gar ment which left his thighs half naked.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.