Category: Short Stories
Spike was sleeping hard in his berth, quite early on the following morning, before the return of light, indeed, when he suddenly started up, rubbed his eyes, and sprang upon deck like a man alarmed. He had heard, or fancied he had heard, a cry. A voice once well known and list...
We will now return to Mr. Alfred Oakly, and learn how the world in the interim has fared with him. Prosperity at the helm, his richly freighted vessels careered over the wide oc...
3. PART II.Thank God, that yet I live. In tender mercy, heeding not the prayer I boldly uttered, in my first despair, He would not rashly give The punishment an erring spirit braved. From...
4. PART I.Mr. Oakly was a rich man. Stately dwellings and noble warehouses were his; he owned large and flourishing farms, and the sails of his ships whitened the ocean. No man enjoyed a...
1. PART XIV.Spike was sleeping hard in his berth, quite early on the following morning, before the return of light, indeed, when he suddenly started up, rubbed his eyes, and sprang upon dec...
2. PART I.Blind, said you? Blind for life! ’Tis but a jest—no, no, it cannot be That I no more the blessed light may see! Oh, what a fearful strife Of horrid thought is raging in my mind....