Bøger af George Manville Fenn

Early morning at Saltinville, with the tide down, and the calm sea shimmering like damasked and deadened silver in the sunshine. Here and there a lugger was ashore, delivering its take of iris-hued mackerel to cart and basket, as a busy throng stood round, some upon the sands, some knee-deep in water, and all eager to obtain a portion of the fresh fish that fetched so good a price amongst the visitors to the town.

Crick! "There: just as I expected. The old story. Hard and indigestible as lead." "I'm very sorry papa, dear." "Sorry! What's the good of being sorry? You know how I suffer from indigestion, and yet you persist in giving me eggs like that for my breakfast."

The Silver Canyon, A Tale of the Western Plains

Brave and True Short stories for children

To Win or to Die, A Tale of the Klondike Gold Craze

Jack at Sea; or, All Work and no Play made him a Dull Boy

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

The classic story of the adventures of Robin and his merry men in Sherwood Forest. Little John, Maid Marian, the Sheriff of Nottingham and other colorful characters as originally written.

The Dingo Boys; or, The Squatters of Wallaby Range

The Dingo Boys: The Squatters of Wallaby Range

Brownsmith's Boy, A Romance in a Garden

In the King's Name; or, The Cruise of the Kestrel

This collection of literature attempts to compile many of the classic works that have stood the test of time and offer them at a reduced, affordable price, in an attractive volume so that everyone can enjoy them.

"Ahoy, there! All on board?" "Yes; all right." "Got all your tackle?" "I think so." "Haven't forgotten your cartridges!" "No; here they are." "I'll be bound to say you've forgotten something. Yes: fishing-tackle?" "That we haven't, Mr Wilson," said a fresh voice, that of a bright-looking lad of sixteen, as he rose up in the long boat lying by the bamboo-made wharf at Dindong, the little trading port at the mouth of the Salan River, on the west coast of the Malay Peninsula.

"There'll be such a game directly. Just listen to old Dicksee." I was very low-spirited, but, as the bright, good-looking lad at my side nudged me with his elbow, I turned from casting my eyes round the great bare oak-panelled room, with its long desks, to the kind of pulpit at the lower end, facing a bigger and more important-looking erection at the upper end, standing upon a broad daïs raised a foot above the rest of the room. For this had been the banqueting hall of Meade Place, in the good old times of James the First, when its owner little thought it would ever be the schoolroom of Dr Browne's "Boarding Establishment for Gentlemen's Sons." In fact, there was a broad opening now, with a sliding door, right through the thick wall into the kitchen, so my companion told me, and that I should see the shoulders of mutton slip through there at dinner-time.

"Don't they bite, sir?" "Bite?" Smick! smack! flap! "Oh, murder!" "What's the matter, sir?" "My hand." "Hurt it, sir?" "I should think I have." "You should wait till they've sucked 'emselves full and then hit 'em; they're lazy then. Too quick for you now." "The wretches! I shall be spotted all over, like a currant dumpling. I say, Shaddy, do they always bite like this?"

"Don't eat too much marmalade, Sydney dear. It may make you bilious." "Oh, no, auntie dear, I'll be careful." "You have a great deal of butter on your bread, dear?" "Yes, auntie; that's the beauty of it Miller says-" "Who is Miller, Syd dear?" "Our chemistry chap at Loamborough. He shows us how when you mix acids and alkalis together they form new combinations which go off in gas." "Indeed, dear! Your studies must be very interesting." "Oh, they are, auntie-awfly. That's how it is with the marmalade and the fresh butter-this is real fresh butter, isn't it?" "Of course, dear. Whatever did you think it was?" "Dab, aunt dear. Margarine. That wouldn't do, of course; but the marmalade's nearly all sugar-that's carbon-and the butters all carbon, too; and then there's a lot of acid in the oranges, and it all combines, and one kills the other and does you good. It never hurts me. Shall I give you some game pie, auntie?"

Quicksilver or, The Boy With No Skid To His Wheel

I've waited these many years, expecting some one or another would give a full and true account of it all, but little thinking it would ever come to be my task; for it's not in my way. But seeing how much has been said about other parts and other people's sufferings, while ours never so much as came in for a line of newspaper, I can't think it's fair; and as fairness is what I always did like, I set to, very much against my will; while, on account of my empty sleeve, the paper keeps slipping and sliding about, so that I can only hold it quiet by putting the lead inkstand on one corner, and my tobacco-jar on the other. You see, I'm not much at home at this sort of thing; and though, if you put a pipe and a glass of something before me, I could tell you all about it, taking my time like, it seems that won't do. I said: "Why don't you write it down as I tell it, so as other people could read all about it?" But "No," he says; "I could do it in my fashion; but I want it to be in your simple unadorned style; so set to and do it."

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"Well, Mr Burnett, what is it?" "Beg pardon, sir." "Now, my good boy, have I not told you always to speak out in a sharp, business-like way? How in the world do you expect to get on in your profession and become a smart officer, one who can give orders promptly to his men, if you begin in that stammering, hesitating style? Here, I'm busy; what do you want?" "I beg pardon, sir, I-"

George Manville Fenn (1831- 1909) was an English novelist, journalist, editor and educationalist. Fenn's first story for boys, Hollowdell Grange, appeared in 1867. It was followed by a long list of other novels for juveniles and adults. In this book: The Tiger Lily !Tention, A Story of Boy-Life during the Peninsular War Young Robin Hood The Peril Finders Burr Junior The Young Castellan, A Tale of the English Civil War

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Have some more bass, Gwyn?" "Please, father." "You should not speak with your mouth full, my dear," said Mrs Pendarve, quietly. "No, mother; but I didn't like to keep father waiting." "And between the two stools you came to the ground, eh?" said Colonel Pendarve, smiling. "Never mind; hold your plate. Lucky for us, my dear, that we have only one boy. This fellow eats enough for three." "Well, but, father, we were down by the boat at daybreak, and the sea air makes one so hungry."