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The Motor Maids by Rose, Shamrock and Thistle
"[...]It would take Nancy Brown, she thought, to manage this wild Irishman, who was so quick to reveal his feelings whatever they happened to be. "We are going to Ireland," she said. "A friend who's traveling with us has relatives there. Her name is Butler. Did you ever hear of that name in Ireland?" "Butler? Sure. It's a good name and there's plenty of 'em left in the old country. Butlers are thick in[...]".
The White Heart of Mojave: An Adventure With the Outdoors of the Desert
"The White Heart of Mojave: An Adventure with the Outdoors of the Desert" by Edna Brush Perkins. Published by Good Press. Good Press publishes a wide range of titles that encompasses every genre. From well-known classics & literary fiction and non-fiction to forgotten?or yet undiscovered gems?of world literature, we issue the books that need to be read. Each Good Press edition has been meticulously edited and formatted to boost readability for all e-readers and devices. Our goal is to produce eBooks that are user-friendly and accessible to everyone in a high-quality digital format.
The Wilderness Castaways
"Dan Rudd," roared Captain Zachariah Bluntt, "if I has to tell you again to keep that mouth organ below decks, I'll wring your neck! Yes, wring your neck! By the imps of the sea, I will!" "Aye, aye, sir," answered Dan Rudd, a robust, sunny-faced sailor lad of sixteen, quickly slipping the offending harmonica, upon which he had been playing a lively air, into his pocket. Captain Bluntt, impatiently pacing the deck, was plainly in ill humor. His great red beard, standing out like a lion's mane, bristled ominously, and his shaggy eyebrows were drawn down in an unpleasant scowl. It was two o'clock on a mid-July afternoon, the last case of provisions had been lowered into the hold, the last lighter-load of coal stowed into the bunkers, steam was up, and the staunch little Newfoundland steamer North Star, riding at anchor in Sydney harbor, had been ready to sail for three hours, and for three hours Captain Bluntt had been impatiently awaiting orders to get under way. Two clean-cut, smooth-shaven, alert young men of thirty or thereabouts were standing at the port rail aft. Their sun-tanned faces marked them as men accustomed to out-of-door life, and their sinewy, muscular frames and keen but good-humored eyes proclaimed health and genial dispositions. They were intently, and with visible impatience, watching a wharf from which a boat was putting off. As the little craft shot out into the open one of them raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes, studied it for a moment, and announced: "There he is at last! Here, take a look through the glass, Ainsworth," and he passed the binoculars to his friend. "Yes, that's he," said Ainsworth, after a moment's observation, "and, Remington, he's sitting back smoking a cigarette as unconcernedly as if he hadn't kept us waiting half a day for him."