Captain Chap; or, The Rolling StonesStockton, Frank R.
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Captain Chap; or, The Rolling Stones
Stockton, Frank R.
Florida -- Juvenile fiction; Teenage boys -- Juvenile fiction
“All right,” said Chap. “Those rascals are out of sight and reach now,
and I’ll be as peaceable as anybody; but if ever I get within three
feet of them, things will be different.”
And here the conversation on the subject closed.
“I think you are right, Adam,” said Phil. “It wouldn’t be safe to let
those fellows have their guns till we are off this river. They were
very angry when we made them go away without them.”
After some further conversation, it was agreed that, although it was
very desirable to rid themselves of the companionship of the Maggie
and her occupants, it would be wise to keep the guns taken from the
boat-thieves until they reached Titusville.
They had, perhaps, no legal right to do this; but they felt that, on
general principles of justice, they had a right to protect their lives,
and that this was the way to do it.
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CHAPTER XVII.
THE CHANNEL-BASS.
The stop at Cooper’s store was not a long one. After buying some
articles of food that they needed, not forgetting a good supply of
condensed milk for the little bears, they set sail again.
As this was a post-office, the boys had inquired for letters. They had
no reason to expect any, and they got none; but each of them bought a
postal-card and mailed a brief message to his family.
There was a good camping-ground, with spring water, six or seven miles
above, and this they reached about nightfall.
The next day they started off early, and as they sailed along with
a good wind, they passed a large and comfortable-looking house on
the west bank, and saw, now and then, dwellings and clearings, which
proved that they would find the country better settled as they sailed
northward.
They also met a very neatly-appointed yacht, with a good-sized cabin,
and among the persons on board were some ladies and children.
“I didn’t suppose we’d meet any ladies down in this part of the world,”
said Phil.
“Oh, yes,” said Adam. “When I was in these parts before, ladies who
were travelling in the State, and had pluck enough to get to this
river, used to come down this fur, but they never went much further
South. From here up to Titusville you can gin’rally find houses,
about a day’s sail apart, where people can stay all night. But some
of the boats you can hire up to Titusville are good big ones, with
comfortable cabins, and little stoves to cook meals on board, and
everything convenient. But I wouldn’t want to navigate one of ’em heavy
boats,’cept where the river was deep and wide; and ladies and children
haven’t no call, anyway, to go much below this. The country’s too wild
for ’em.”
About noon, Adam said,--
“If we had time to fish, we might have good sport just now. This part
of the river is a first-rate place to catch channel-bass.”
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