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Excerpt from The Story of Jack, the Hermit of the White MountainsAye, sir! These summer days when travelers come And laugh and joke here in my humble ship, And ask me why I made this place my home, 'tis but the dregs, another bitter sip, Beg pardon, though, I'm steering wild, I guess, So now I'll start upon the other tack; I may sheer off a few points more or less, But save your patience and I'll steer right back.My parents died when I was twelve years old, In London I was left without a friend, My whole possessions were one pound in gold And hopes that Fate would something better send. I scorned the institutions that were free, And feared that I might yet be sent to school My whole ambition was to go to sea, I went, - and there is where I played the fool.Barefooted, with my bundle I would trot For days and days around the London docks; Do you want a boy, sir? And all I got For answer was hard words and harder knocks. At last one day when hope was almost dead, And tired and homesick I sat down to cry, A little girl came toddling up, and said: Don't cry, poor boy, you 's lost and so is I.And so she was, the bonny little dear; Her eyes were blue, her hair like shining gold.She'd Come to look for daddy's ship down here, Her name was Mary, and just five years old.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 Story of Jack, the Hermit of the White MountainsAye, sir! These summer days when travelers come And laugh and joke here in my humble ship, And ask me why I made this place my home, 'tis but the dregs, another bitter sip, Beg pardon, though, I'm steering wild, I guess, So now I'll start upon the other tack; I may sheer off a few points more or less, But save your patience and I'll steer right back.My parents died when I was twelve years old, In London I was left without a friend, My whole possessions were one pound in gold And hopes that Fate would something better send. I scorned the institutions that were free, And feared that I might yet be sent to school My whole ambition was to go to sea, I went, - and there is where I played the fool.Barefooted, with my bundle I would trot For days and days around the London docks; Do you want a boy, sir? And all I got For answer was hard words and harder knocks. At last one day when hope was almost dead, And tired and homesick I sat down to cry, A little girl came toddling up, and said: Don't cry, poor boy, you 's lost and so is I.And so she was, the bonny little dear; Her eyes were blue, her hair like shining gold.She'd Come to look for daddy's ship down here, Her name was Mary, and just five years old.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.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

This work has been selected by scholars as being culturally important, and is part of the knowledge base of civilization as we know it. This work was reproduced from the original artifact, and remains as true to the original work as possible. Therefore, you will see the original copyright references, library stamps (as most of these works have been housed in our most important libraries around the world), and other notations in the work.This work is in the public domain in the United States of America, and possibly other nations. Within the United States, you may freely copy and distribute this work, as no entity (individual or corporate) has a copyright on the body of the work.As a reproduction of a historical artifact, this work may contain missing or blurred pages, poor pictures, errant marks, etc. Scholars believe, and we concur, that this work is important enough to be preserved, reproduced, and made generally available to the public. We appreciate your support of the preservation process, and thank you for being an important part of keeping this knowledge alive and relevant.

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