Blown to Bits - or, The Lonely Man of Rakata by R. M. (Robert Michael) Ballantyne
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such a heaven upon earth as this in such a hurry. Besides, is it not
unkind to such hospitable people to bolt off after you've got all that you want out of them?" "Can't help that, lad-- "Dooty first, an' fun to follow, That's what beats creation hollow." "Come father, don't say that you quote _that_ from mother!" "No more I do, my boy. It's my own--homemade. I put it together last night when I couldn't sleep for your snorin'." "Don't tell fibs, father. You know I never snore. But--really--are we to start at daylight?" "We are, if the wind holds. But you may stay as late as you choose on shore to-night." Nigel availed himself of the opportunity to see as much of the place and people as was possible in the limited time. Next morning the good though damaged brig was running in the direction of Sunda Straits before a stiff and steady breeze. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 1: We recommend those who desire more curious information on the fauna and flora of the Keeling Islands to apply to Henry O. Forbes' most interesting book, _A Naturalist's Wanderings in the Eastern |
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