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John Henry Goldfrap The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific

The boys could now make out every detail of the other craft. She was a trig-looking schooner, painted black, with a flush deck except for her after house and a small structure astern of the fore-mast. Her canvas was set but it flapped idly in the light breeze as she swung to and fro on the Pacific swells. No guiding hand could be seen at her wheel. Not a soul was visible on her deserted decks.
There is no more melancholy sight than a sea derelict, the aimless prey of winds and currents, 32 drifting sometimes for years over the trackless wastes of the ocean.
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John Henry Goldfrap The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific

It was on the afternoon of the second day that the storm that Salloo had predicted overtook them. They were passing through a dense forest of magnificent trees when the eternal twilight that reigned under the great branches deepened till it was almost totally dark. Astonished at this phenomenon, for it was long before the proper hour for night to descend, they questioned Salloo.
“Big storm come,” he said, “me thinkee we better get out of here. Lightning hit a tlee maybe he killee us.”
The birds of the jungle screamed discordantly, as if warning each other of what was coming.
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John Henry Goldfrap The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific

All through the rest of that tempestuous night 25 Jack sat by his chum, dozing off at times and then waking with a start to hear the uproar of the hurricane as they struggled through it. The dawn showed a troubled sea, leaping at the yacht as though to engulf her. The wind almost flattened Jack against the deck house as, Raynor having sunk into a deep sleep after an interval of consciousness, the young wireless man set out to see what chance there was for breakfast.
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