In the Yellow Sea - The Original Classic Edition
Nonfiction, Reference & Language, Reference, Fiction & Literature
| Author: | Frith Henry | ISBN: | 9781486413201 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing | Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing | Language: | English |
| Author: | Frith Henry |
| ISBN: | 9781486413201 |
| Publisher: | Emereo Publishing |
| Publication: | October 24, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Emereo Publishing |
| Language: | English |
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
I was well known on the beach; the sailors, with a tender regard for me and my pocket,?which they did not wish to see either too heavy or too light,?indulged me to the top of my bent; and I believe had I suggested a voyage to France, or the Channel Isles, old Murry and his son Tim would have carried me off in their boat, which I called a yacht when describing her.
...Tim was certainly very warm when he stepped into the small boat, and when he was seated old Murry sculled us over to the Osprey, a small yacht, if one may say so?a fore and aft sailing-boat, boasting a little recess which was covered by a hatch, and called the cabin.
...The Osprey could stand rough weather, as I well knew, and when we hauled up the mainsail, and set the jib and foresail, I felt happy for the first time that day.
...Ye see, its this way: the tides agin ye, and when ye weather the Ratcham yell want all the luff ye can find to fetch Greystones this wind, anyway?and its a squally bit down that gully.
...Father he was stoopin forrad, amost in the water, and mother she was steerin, when smack come the lightnin and kill her stone dead, settin up like a statoo, she was; and when father shouted at her to keep up, she set, and set, until he went on savage, and then found her struck.
This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you.
Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside:
I was well known on the beach; the sailors, with a tender regard for me and my pocket,?which they did not wish to see either too heavy or too light,?indulged me to the top of my bent; and I believe had I suggested a voyage to France, or the Channel Isles, old Murry and his son Tim would have carried me off in their boat, which I called a yacht when describing her.
...Tim was certainly very warm when he stepped into the small boat, and when he was seated old Murry sculled us over to the Osprey, a small yacht, if one may say so?a fore and aft sailing-boat, boasting a little recess which was covered by a hatch, and called the cabin.
...The Osprey could stand rough weather, as I well knew, and when we hauled up the mainsail, and set the jib and foresail, I felt happy for the first time that day.
...Ye see, its this way: the tides agin ye, and when ye weather the Ratcham yell want all the luff ye can find to fetch Greystones this wind, anyway?and its a squally bit down that gully.
...Father he was stoopin forrad, amost in the water, and mother she was steerin, when smack come the lightnin and kill her stone dead, settin up like a statoo, she was; and when father shouted at her to keep up, she set, and set, until he went on savage, and then found her struck.
