Bøger af William Henry Giles Kingston

The continent of America, if the stony records of the Past are read aright, claims to be the oldest instead of the newest portion of the globe. (According to some geologists, Labrador was the first part of our globe's surface to become dry land.) Bowing to this opinion of geologists till they see cause to express a different one, we will, in consequence, commence our survey of the world and its inhabitants with the Western Hemisphere. From the multitude of objects which crowd upon us, we can examine only a few of the most interesting minutely; at others we can merely give a cursory glance; while many we must pass by altogether, -our object being to obtain a general and retainable knowledge of the physical features of the Earth, the vegetation which clothes its surface, the races of men who inhabit it, and the tribes of the brute creation found in its forests and waters, on its plains and mountains

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Great African Travellers By William Henry Giles Kingston

The Wolf, a letter-of-marque of twenty guns, commanded by Captain Deason, sailing from Liverpool, lay becalmed on the glass-like surface of the Pacific. The sun struck down with intense heat on the dock, compelling the crew to seek such shade as the bulwarks or sails afforded. Some were engaged in mending sails, twisting yarns, knotting, splicing, or in similar occupations; others sat in groups between the guns, talking together in low voices, or lay fast asleep out of sight in the shade.

"Let fall the topsails, hoist away-up anchor, round goes the capstan-sheet home-haul taut the braces! and away we glide, to prove to our countrymen that British sailors have not been sleeping on beds of roses for the last quarter of a century since her gracious Majesty Queen Victoria came to the throne." So wrote our author some forty years ago.

"The sea, the sea," if not my mother, has been my nurse (and anything but a dry one) from the earliest days of my recollection. I was born within the sound of old ocean's surges; I dabbled in salt water before I could run; and I have floated on salt water, and have been well sprinkled with it too, from that time to the present. It never occurred to me, indeed, that I could be anything but a sailor. In my innocence, I pictured a life on the ocean wave as the happiest allowed to mortals; and little did I wot of all the bumpings and thumpings, the blows and the buffetings, I was destined to endure in the course of it.

""Owen Hartley Or Ups And Downs: A Tale Of The Land And Sea"" is a novel written by William Henry Giles Kingston and published in 1877. The story follows the life of Owen Hartley, a young man who grows up in a small village in England. Despite his humble beginnings, Owen has a strong desire to see the world and becomes a sailor. He experiences many adventures and challenges while at sea, including shipwrecks, battles with pirates, and encounters with exotic cultures.Throughout the novel, Owen faces many ups and downs, both in his personal life and in his career as a sailor. He falls in love with a young woman named Edith, but their relationship is complicated by their differing social statuses. Owen also struggles with the harsh realities of life at sea, including the dangers of storms and the difficulties of maintaining relationships with loved ones on land.Despite these challenges, Owen remains determined to succeed and make a better life for himself. He eventually rises through the ranks to become a successful captain and returns home to marry Edith. The novel explores themes of perseverance, love, and the pursuit of one's dreams, and provides a vivid portrayal of life at sea in the 19th century.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

A Yacht Voyage Round England is a travelogue written by William Henry Giles Kingston in 1879. The book chronicles his journey around the coast of England aboard his yacht, the ""Wave"". Kingston describes the various ports and harbors he visits, the people he meets, and the sights he sees along the way. He also shares his observations on the state of the English coast and the changes he has witnessed since his last voyage. The book is filled with vivid descriptions of the scenery and the sea, as well as anecdotes and historical information about the places he visits. A Yacht Voyage Round England is a fascinating glimpse into Victorian-era travel and maritime culture, and a must-read for anyone interested in the history of England's coastal towns and cities.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

""Adventures Among The Indians"" is a book written by William Henry Giles Kingston in 1884. It is a collection of stories about the adventures of various European explorers among the indigenous tribes of North and South America. The book covers a wide range of topics, including the customs, traditions, and beliefs of the different Indian tribes, their languages, and their interactions with the European colonizers. The stories are based on historical accounts and are written in a thrilling and engaging style that captures the reader's imagination. The book is a fascinating insight into the lives of the indigenous peoples of the Americas and their interactions with the European explorers during the colonial period. It is a must-read for anyone interested in the history and culture of the Americas.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

Among all those Englishmen who, from a humble origin, have risen to an honourable position, Captain James Cook is especially worthy of record. His parents were of the peasant class-his father having commenced life as a farm-labourer, and his mother being a cottager's daughter. Probably, however, they were both superior to others of the same station, as the husband, in process of time, became farm-bailiff to his employer-a Mr Thomas Skottowe.

""Mountain Moggy Or The Stoning Of The Witch: A Tale For The Young"" is a novel written by William Henry Giles Kingston and published in 1866. The story takes place in a small village in England where a young girl named Moggy is accused of being a witch. The villagers, led by a superstitious and cruel old woman, believe that Moggy is responsible for a series of unfortunate events that have occurred in the village. Despite Moggy's protests of innocence, the villagers decide to stone her to death. However, a kind-hearted stranger named Harry comes to Moggy's rescue and helps her escape into the nearby mountains. Together, they embark on a dangerous journey through the wilderness as they try to evade the angry villagers and prove Moggy's innocence. The novel is a gripping tale of adventure, bravery, and the power of friendship. It also explores themes of prejudice, superstition, and the dangers of mob mentality. Written for a young audience, ""Mountain Moggy Or The Stoning Of The Witch"" is a timeless classic that continues to captivate readers of all ages.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

We had come home from school much earlier than usual, on account of illness having broken out there; but as none of the boys were dangerously ill, and those in the infirmary were very comfortable, we were not excessively unhappy. I suspect that some of us wished that fever or some other sickness would appear two or three weeks before all the holidays.

Our school was breaking up for the midsummer holidays-north, south, east, and west we sped to our different destinations, thinking with glee of the pleasures we believed to be in store for us. I was bound for Liverpool, where my father, a West India merchant, now resided. He had for most of his life lived in Jamaica, where I was born, and from whence I had a few years before accompanied him to England to go to school.

Some years ago two travellers, mounted on wiry yet strong looking steeds, were wending their way through a forest in Australia. They were both young and dressed much alike in broad-brimmed pith hats, loose red shirts, corduroy trousers and high boots with spurs.

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I might find an excuse for being proud, if I were so, -not because my ancestors were of exalted rank or title, or celebrated for noble deeds or unbounded wealth, or, indeed, on account of any ordinary reasons, -but because I was born in one of the highest cities in the world. I saw the light in Quito, the capital of Ecuador, then forming the northern part of the Spanish province of Peru. The first objects I remember beyond the courtyard of our house in which I used to play, with its fountain and flower-bed in the centre, and surrounding arches of sun-burned bricks, were lofty mountains towering up into the sky. From one of them, called Pichincha, which looked quite close through the clear atmosphere of that region, I remember seeing flames of fire and dark masses of smoke, intermingled with dust and ashes, spouting forth. Now and then, when the wind blew from it, thick showers of dust fell down over us, causing great consternation; for many thought that stones and rocks might follow and overwhelm the city. All day long a lofty column of smoke rose up towards the sky, and at night a vast mass of fire was seen ascending from the summit; but no harm was done to the city, so that we could gaze calmly at the spectacle without apprehension. Pichincha is, indeed, only one of several mountains in the neighbourhood from the tops of which bonfires occasionally blaze forth. Further off, but rising still higher, is the glittering cone of Cotopaxi, which, like a tyrant, has made its power felt by the devastation it has often caused in the plains which surround its base: while near it rise the peaks of Corazon and Rumiñagui. Far more dreaded than their fires is the quaking and heaving and tumbling about of the earth, shaking down as it does human habitations and mountain-tops, towers and steeples, and uprooting trees, and opening wide chasms, turning streams from their courses, and overwhelming towns and villages, and destroying in other ways the works of men's hands, and human beings themselves, in its wild commotion. These burning mountains, in spite of their fire and smoke, appear but insignificant pigmies compared to that mighty mountain which rises in their neighbourhood-the majestic Chimborazo. We could see far off its snow-white dome, free of clouds, towering into the deep blue sky, many thousand feet above the ocean; while on the other side its brother, Tunguragua, shoots up above the surrounding heights, but, in spite of its ambitious efforts, has failed to reach the same altitude I might speak of Antisana, and many other lofty heights with hard names? but I fancy that a fair idea may be formed of that wonderful region of giant mountains from the description I have already given.

"Harry, my boy; another slice of beef?" said Major Shafto, addressing his fine young sailor-son, a passed midshipman, lately come home from sea. "No, thank you, since I could not, if I took it, pay due respect to the mince-pies and plum-pudding; but Willy here can manage another slice, I daresay. He has a notion, that he will have to feed for the future on 'salt junk' and 'hard tack.'" Willy Dicey was going to sea, and had just been appointed to Harry Shafto's ship, the "Ranger."

"I say, didn't you hear a cry?" exclaimed Charley Fielding, starting up from the camp fire at which we were seated discussing our evening meal of venison, the result of our day's hunting. He leaned forward in the attitude of listening. "I'm sure I heard it! There it is again, but whether uttered by Redskin or four-footed beast is more than I can say."

"How many more days, Jan, will it be before we get across this abominable desert?" I asked of our black guide, as we trudged along, he leading our sole remaining ox, while my uncle, Mr Roger Farley, and I led our two horses laden with the remnants of our property. "May be ten days, may be two ten," answered Jan Jigger, whose knowledge of numerals was somewhat limited.

The Mate of the Lily: Or Notes from Harry Musgrave's Log Book is a novel written by William Henry Giles Kingston and published in 1878. The story revolves around the adventures of Harry Musgrave, the second mate of a ship named the Lily, and his crew as they embark on a voyage to the Pacific Ocean. The book is written in the form of a log book, with each entry detailing the events of a particular day on the ship.The story begins with the Lily leaving port in England and sailing towards the Pacific. Along the way, the crew encounters a variety of challenges, including storms, mutiny, and encounters with hostile natives. Musgrave's log book provides a detailed account of each of these events, as well as his personal thoughts and feelings about the journey.Throughout the book, Musgrave emerges as a strong and capable leader, earning the respect and admiration of his crew. He also forms a romantic attachment to a young woman named Ada, who is traveling on the ship with her father.The Mate of the Lily is a classic adventure story, filled with action, suspense, and romance. It provides a fascinating glimpse into life on a nineteenth-century sailing ship and the challenges faced by seafarers of that era.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

"What! Ned Raymond ahoy! Heave to, lad. What! dost seek to give a wide berth to an old friend? That once was not your wont. Ned Raymond ahoy, I say!" The slight dark moustache on the lip of the person addressed showed that he had just reached the age of manhood. His raven hair hung in ringlets from his head. A black velvet cloak thrown over one shoulder, and a tightly-fitting dress of the same material and hue, set off his well-made, active figure. His plumed cap and the sword by his side showed that he claimed to belong to the upper rank of society. Indeed, no one looking at the refined expression of his features and his intelligent countenance could doubt that such was his right.

Picture a wide expanse of ocean, smooth as a polished mirror, and shining like molten silver; a sky of intense blue, without a cloud or speck, forming a vast arch resting on the water; no land or rock in sight; the boundless sea on every side; the sun travelling slowly and majestically along the arch, and casting his burning rays upon the glittering plain below.

"You want a yarn. You shall have one," said a young friend of mine, a midshipman, who had just returned from a four years' cruise in the Pacific. "I am not a good hand at describing what I have seen, but I can narrate better the adventures of others which they have told me: -

My family had for centuries owned the same estate, handed down from father to son undiminished in size, and much increased in value. I believe there had been among them in past generations those who feared the Lord. I know that my father was a man of true piety. "Casting all your care upon Him, for He careth for you," was his favourite motto. What a world of doubt and anxiety, of plotting, and contriving, and scheming, does this trust in God save those who possess it. On this blessed assurance my father took his stand in all the difficulties of life. It never failed him, and so we his sons had a good training and a godly example.

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The blue waters of the British Channel sparkled brightly in the rays of the sun, shining forth from a cloudless sky, as a light breeze from the northward filled the sails of a small yacht which glided smoothly along the southern coast of England. At the helm of the little vessel stood her owner, Captain Maynard, a retired naval officer. Next to his fair young daughter, Clara, the old sailor looked upon his yacht as one of the most beautiful things in existence. Though her crew consisted but of two men and a boy, and she measured scarcely five-and-twenty tons, he declared that if it were necessary he would sail round the world in her without the slightest hesitation.