Category: Short Stories
[Picture: The Monomaniac] The homeward passage from New Zealand is made via Cape Horn, and as westerly winds prevail all over the South Pacific, the craft bound back to the States has everything in her favor. Five weeks had elapsed since the thousand-ton bark _Western Belle_ s...
So quiet was the night, that Freeman’s measured footsteps, as he trod the quarter-deck, sounded with strange distinctness to the guilty occupant of the space beneath. No other s...
7. CHAPTER IV.There are few sights more thrilling than that of a vessel foundering at sea; and for several weeks the _Sagamore’s_ people thought of little but the lost bark and her crew. The...
2. CHAPTER II.It was a fine evening. The full moon had risen out of the ocean in matchless splendor, and was rapidly changing its blood-red hues for more silvery tints, as it soared into the...
1. CHAPTER I.[Picture: The Monomaniac] The homeward passage from New Zealand is made via Cape Horn, and as westerly winds prevail all over the South Pacific, the craft bound back to the Stat...
6. CHAPTER III.This may sound paradoxical, but calms do occur, though they are not common. But for indescribable grandeur, and as a manifestation of the powers of nature, there are few things...
4. CHAPTER I.[Picture: Rounding Cape Horn] The full-rigged American ship _Sagamore_ was now sixty-seven days out from New York bound for San Francisco, and on this September evening in one o...
5. CHAPTER II.“Come on deck if you want to see Cape Horn!” called out Captain Meade to the passengers in the cabin, who instantly hurried on deck, for one can’t see the famous Cape every day.