In The Dashing Days Of Old; Or, The World-Wide Adventures Of Willie Grant
Gordon Stables
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(CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform, Jan. 31, 2008)
THE DASHING DAYS OF OLD BY GORDON STABLES, C. M., M. D., R. N. AUTHOR OP ON SPECIU SERVICE, THE CRUISE OP THE SNOWBIBD, WILD ADVENTURES ROUND THE POLE, ETC., ETC. WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS BP H. IRWIN. NEW YORK THOMAS WHITTAKER, 2 3, BIBLE HOUSE. c c Now the axe, Josh cried Willie Grant. Page 319, TO 111, s C. LL. ST FRICSD ASD T COTIIER OF THE PES, GY TEE AUTHOR. 111. I I , . 5 I r . . I - . l -, 1 1,,,-, 5 l i l l i . - . . . l - . . B I-. f l . l l . 1Il l . l l , - l . S - . I D . - -F, l - 1.1, , l 1, , , 1 l , 1.. , , 1 1 I I l a l . i l . l 1 1 . 1 - I . - L I - I - 1 1 1 1 - 1 . 1 1 1 I I , , I I I . l l. I I. 111. l -. -. - I . 1-1 l . 1 - 1 1 1 . I S. S. XI. SII. SIII. - O . . l f l f i s . I. Ti, le-Frolll lSOG till closc of tllc mar in 181.3. 11. Scrilcs-IIerc rind there in many lands. III.-Pl. i ci n C l 1 clrcrctcr. s i t tllc Sto,, g -I C WILLIE GRANT DEM RUTHERFORD Olic crf S lturcs gcntlcmen, vlio lincrv - 111 Anglo-Indian, full of Indian fire and 11i duty and did it. I nqlisll indcpcndc lcc. POODAH a lllnll wit11 a ngstcry. CAPTAIN OLDREY, Of the Castile a, hcart of oak, G z V DR. CURVER, his surgeon a man who loved Xatnre and hated the cat. FIRST LIEUTENANT L HAYES Fnll of zeal for the service. SECOND LIEUTENANT BUCHANAN A brave Scot with a grave failing. CAPTAIN BUCKRAM, of the hlarincs as stiff as a poker and m hard as steel. PAYMASTER PERKINS . A fussy wee purser. PLAIN JACK WILLIAMS A midshipmite of the renl old type. MR. HARNESS Xate of the Dardanel2e, a scoundrel of the old school. IT. Ordinary Characters -X Jack - Tars and Joe-Xarines cooks, ONG OM THUMWOOD clerks, and stewards Something like a signalman. dogs, mates, monkeys, md loblolly boys . LITTLE BOY JOSH a few old women and a G A waif from the wilds, girl Qr two, etc. A Wreck ancl a Fire. Sehoollsoy Life i n Scotland. Keeper McGr egor and the Appat3ition. Boy Bedouins. U n d e r the Penliant. Joining the Service. The Great Snapl ing Tu1, tle. A Flag of Truce. A Fair C o n l p a n i o n . I11 the Far West. A well-deserved Punislll1icilt. CHAPTER I. IN A LONESOXE LAND. MY heather land, my heather land Though fairer lands there be, Thy govanie braes in early days Were go denw ays to me. Nust lifes poor boon go darkning doon, Nor die mhere it had damned, But seek a grare beyond the wave Alas my heather land - lhom. ir E are not too late yet, at all events, said Willie Grant to his friend and companion. We are not too late yet, are we, Dem Dem did not reply at once. He was n cautious boy. But he grew suddenly serious. He threw down a flat stone that he had been just about to make skip across a wild-duck pond, and gazed for a moment at the dist, ant school-house near the larch-tree wood, on the other side of the glen. Between the school and the place where the boys mere standing, there was first and foremost a long expanse of flat, heathy moorland. The heather here was still green, and the moor was dotted over with low-lying bushes of bright golden gorse, for the summer was still very young. Bejond this, and stretching miles upon miles from east to west., was a rocky and densely vooded rarine. Here grew the tallest pine trees and tlie highest, darkest, and thickest spruce trees in all the country side but tall and high thougll they were, they did not obscure the view, for their topmost branches or tapering points alone mere visible abwe the moorland. Beyond this wood was a series of beetling rocks and precipices, tllell fields, and then the school. Dem took all tbis in and judged the dist, ance at a single glance. Then he turned rouild and had a good look at the sun and the distant mountains th t bounded the south-eastern horizon, after which he addressed his friend as follows,- Well, Willie, he said, we cnlt do it. I t is halfpast nine by the sun...