Category: Historical Novels
"And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me Were a delight... For I was, as it were, a child of thee."
"Some say, that ever 'gainst that season comes Wherein our Saviour's birth is celebrated, The bird of dawning singeth all night long: And then, they say, no spirit dare stir abr...
5. CHAPTER FIVE."And pray," said he, "what and how much of it could you remember, seeing you were down below, and were so well used to guns thundering over your baby head, that you often went t...
1. CHAPTER ONE."And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward; from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers--they to me Were a...
2. CHAPTER TWO.There are two events in the history of a man, of which he himself in writing his autobiography can hardly be expected to give any very clear account, namely, his birth and his d...
4. CHAPTER FOUR."Still onward, fair the breeze nor rough the surge, The blue waves sport around the stern they urge; Far on the horizon's verge appears a speck, A spot--a mast--a sail--an armed...
13. CHAPTER TWELVE."Wide-rent, the clouds Pour a whole flood; and yet, its flame unquenched Th' unconquerable lightning straggles through Ragged and fierce, or in red whirling balls, And fires the...
9. CHAPTER NINE.The earlier history of a human being's life is engraved upon his mind as with a pen of steel. After one comes to what are termed years of discretion, the soul is not so impressi...
11. CHAPTER TEN."I don't think," said I, as Captain Ben Roberts and I sat at breakfast one day in a homely old hotel in Bala, North Wales, "I don't think, Ben, my boy, I ever ate anything more...
12. CHAPTER ELEVEN."They are all, the meanest things that be. As free to live, and to enjoy that life, As God was free to form them at the first, Who in His sovereign wisdom made them all."
7. CHAPTER SEVEN."But what avails this wondrous waste of wealth, This gay profusion of luxurious bliss? Ill-fated race! the softening arts of peace, Kind equal rule, the government of laws, Thes...
6. CHAPTER SIX.When I look back now to the first two, or even three, years that I spent in Otakooma's country, among Otakooma's savages, I wonder that I was not bereft of reason, or that, know...
8. CHAPTER EIGHT.Our fellows had not lost the battle that day at Zareppa's fort; on the contrary, they had given the Arabs a grievous defeat. I had at first been reported killed, but as I was no...
14. CHAPTER THIRTEEN."It was in just such a storm as this," said Captain Roberts, "that we took shelter in the ruins of an old fort. We tethered our mules outside, and we had not even the heart to k...
3. CHAPTER THREE.The rest of the night passed in quietness, but when day broke, the sun shone on a sad and ghastly scene. There still lay about broken cutlasses, spears, torn pieces of cloth, an...
10. did. Then we began to ascend Quiraing, a stiff climb and somewhat"Presently we came to a little Highland village close to the sea, and there, to our joy, we found that a large fishing-boat was going round the northernmost and east part of the...