Category: Humour

Barney Blake, the Boy Privateer; or, The Cruise of the Queer Fish

It was upon a bright morning of the month of May, 1813, as I, a sailor just paid off from my last ship, was wandering along the wharves of Boston, that I was hailed by an old messmate, named Tony Trybrace.

Chapters

8. CHAPTER VIII.

A week after our experience at the bull-fight, we were ready for sea. It was an easier matter, however, to be ready for sea, than to be able to get to sea. For several of John B...

7. CHAPTER VII.

In the latter part of the month of July, we succeeded in making a safe entrance into the neutral port of Rio de Janeiro, after having captured several more valuable prizes, and...

6. CHAPTER VI.

The greatest holiday at sea is that of crossing the Equator. It is rare fun to the initiated, but to those who have the process in prospect it is a cause of sleepless nights and...

4. CHAPTER IV.

The morning was just dawning, and, far off, set against the just brightening sky, a sail was visible. I was rather provoked at having been summoned up from my nap, because the v...

5. CHAPTER V.

It was on the third morning following the event narrated in our last chapter that we fell in with another--our second prize. She was a noble East Indiaman, a ship that could alm...

10. CHAPTER X.

In a few days after our ostrich-hunt, our preparations for leaving Wellington Sound and our kind Patagonian friends were complete. Walgilka was very pressing in his desire for u...

12. CHAPTER XII.

When we were about half-way to Honolulu--the chief island of the Sandwich group--we had the monotony of our voyage broken by an adventure with those dangerous phenomena of the o...

16. CHAPTER XVI.

After a delay of a week or more with our friends at Santa Barbara we weighed anchor one bright morning in the middle of January and started southward for Acapulco, intending to...

1. CHAPTER I.

It was upon a bright morning of the month of May, 1813, as I, a sailor just paid off from my last ship, was wandering along the wharves of Boston, that I was hailed by an old me...

11. CHAPTER XI.

The island is quite small and girt with a thin line of reefs through whose intricacies it is almost impossible for a vessel larger than a long-boat to make a channel. The island...

9. CHAPTER IX.

Before we set out from the coasts of Patagonia, Captain Joker, together with several of his crew--myself among the number--who had ingratiated themselves in the good graces of t...

3. CHAPTER III.

"Hold yer tongue, yer red-mouthed savage, and let me spin my yarn without a break in the thread! Yer see," continued Bluefish, "it all happened on board the Big Thunder. I went...

14. CHAPTER XIV.

We had succeeded much better than we had anticipated in making our own repairs, so that our object in making for the port of Santa Barbara was more to obtain fresh water and pro...

15. CHAPTER XV.

Church-going forms a small portion of the ceremonies. It is true, the priests went through the town in the morning, jingling their little bells, and asking for alms, while the p...

2. CHAPTER II.

"Then come, My friends, and, sitting well in order, strike The sounding furrows, for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I d...

13. CHAPTER XIII.

We must have been still fifty miles from our destination, when the bright and continued light to the northward made it evident that the volcanic mountain of the Sandwich Islands...

17. CHAPTER XVII.

The next day, the tempest having abated, and everything being snug on board the Queer Fish, we weighed anchor, took the northeasterly trades on our top-gallants, and started on...