Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the ChannelHutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
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Bob Strong's Holidays: Adrift in the Channel
Hutcheson, John C. (John Conroy)
Adventure and adventurers -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Siblings -- Juvenile fiction
In company with the Captain and Dick, as it still continued fine, all
presently sallied down to the sea, where the young holiday-makers were
much surprised at the size of the waves, which seemed much bigger on
nearer view than they had appeared from the drawing-room windows in the
morning.
Now they were so close to the waves that the spray splashed over the
little party; and, it being high-water, the incoming tide, aided by the
stiff south-easterly wind, which was still blowing half a gale, rolled
the billows in upon the shore, dashing them against the sea-wall and
rampart at the back of the castle with a mighty din, and breaking them
into sheets of foam that flew over the moats and fortifications,
reaching to the Common beyond--the spent water, driven back by the rocky
embankment, sullenly retiring, a seething sea of soapsuds, as if Davy
Jones were having a grand "washing-day."
Much as this sight pleased them, strange and wonderful to their
unaccustomed eyes, they were not allowed long to enjoy it; for, the
Captain declaring that another squall was coming, presently made them
hurry back to the house, laden, however, with sea-wrack and spindrift.
It was the same on the following day and the day after, the gale lasting
until the close of the third; when it completed its course and died away
as suddenly as it began, winding up with a grand thunderstorm, in which
the lightning flashed and the thunder pealed through the heavens in a
manner whose like, the Captain affirmed, he had never seen on that coast
before.
"No, never, ma'am," cried he, emphasising the assertion with a thump of
his malacca cane that almost made a hole in Mrs Gilmour's best drawing-
room carpet. "Not since I first joined the service at Portsmouth here,
forty years ago, or more!"
Satisfied apparently with the `blow' it thus had, the weather
subsequently was all that could be desired; setting in bright and fine,
while it was warm enough to be almost tropical.
Thenceforth, therefore, there was no more confinement to the house for
the young people.
Bob started off early every morning across the common to the beach,
where, under the superintendence of the Captain, he and Dick were taught
how to swim, the boys, it may be mentioned, learning the art all the
more quickly from the fact of the old sailor's telling them that "until
they were able to keep afloat," to use his own words, "he'd think twice
before he would take 'em afloat!"
So, as both were anxious to go out rowing and sailing, this threat acted
as a spur to their efforts.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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