Mother Carey's Chicken - Her Voyage to the Unknown Isle
Fenn George Manville
English
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Mother Carey's Chicken, by George Manville Fenn.
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Yet once more George Manville Fenn's talent for writing books so packed
with tensions, so full of dreadful situations, is presented to us.
Mark is the son of a sea-captain, who has always longed to follow his
father to sea. The old captain tells him that life at sea is pretty
boring, but eventually agrees to take both Mark and his mother on his
next voyage. Of course this turns out to be full of perils and
adventures.
Set in the Java Seas, we meet with pirates, sharks, serpents,
volcanoes, unfriendly natives, adverse weather, geysers, fire at sea,
and many other dire situations.
A very good read. NN
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MOTHER CAREY'S CHICKEN, BY GEORGE MANVILLE FENN.
CHAPTER ONE.
HOW MARK STRONG WANTED TO GO.
"Go with me, Mark? What for? To live hard, work hard, and run the risk
every day of having to die hard. Get out! You're as bad as your
mother."
"Not very bad, is it, James, to wish to share my husband's life and
cares?"
Captain Strong put down his pipe, got up from his easy-chair, crossed to
the other side of the fire, and laid his hand upon Mrs Strong's
shoulder, while she turned her pleasant sweet womanly face upward and
smiled in that of the fine, manly, handsome merchant captain, tanned and
reddened by many a fight with the sea.
"No, my dear," he said softly; "but it's a man's duty to face danger, a
woman's to keep the nest snug for him and the bairns. Why, Mary, you
don't know what the perils of the sea are."
Mrs Strong shook her head slowly, and that shake, as interpreted by her
eyes, meant a great deal.
"Ah! you may look," the captain said, "but you do not; and as for this
cub--come here, you great, strong, impudent young ruffian!" he added;
and as his son rose from his chair he took him by the shoulders, gave
him a hearty shake, followed it up with a back-handed blow in the chest,
and ended by gripping his right hand in a firm, manly clasp, his voice
turning slightly husky as he continued:
"Mark, my lad, Heaven knows how often, when I'm far away at sea, I feel
as if I'd give anything for a sight of your mother's face, ay, and a
good look at yours, you ugly young imitation! How dare you try and grow
up like me!"
Mrs Strong smiled.
"But it won't do, my lad. I'm earning the pennies in my ship, and you
must go on with your studies, take care of your mother, and when I come
back after my next voyage we'll have a talk about what you're to be.
Let's see; how old are you?"
"Sixteen, father."
"Sixteen, and discontented! Why, Mark, do you know that you possess
what hundreds of thousands of men most envy?"
"I do, father?"
"To be sure, sir; health, strength, all your faculties, and all the
world before you."
"But I never see any of the world like you do," said Mark dolefully.
"Ha--ha--ha--ha!"
It was a broad, honest, hearty laugh, such as a sturdy Englishman who is
in the habit of using his lungs indulges in; and as Mark Strong's brow
wrinkled, and he felt irritated at being laughed at, his father thrust
him back into his chair.
"I'm not laughing at you, my boy," he said; "but at your notion--the
common one, that a sailor who goes all round the world is always seeing
wonderful sights."
"Well, my dear," said Mrs Strong, taking her son's part, "you know you
have seen strange things."
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