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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Battery and the Boiler: Adventures in Laying of Submarine Electric Cables

The gale in which little Robin Wright was thus launched upon the sea of Time blew the sails of that emigrant ship—the Seahorse—to ribbons. It also blew the masts out of her, leaving her a helpless wreck on the breast of the palpitating sea. Then it blew a friendly sail in sight, by which passengers and crew were rescued and carried safe back to Old England. There they separated—some to re-embark in other emigrant ships; some to renew the battle of life at home—thenceforward and for ever after to vilify the sea in all its aspects, except when viewed at a safe distance from the solid land!
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Battery and the Boiler: Adventures in Laying of Submarine Electric Cables

Somewhat alarmed by this, Sam went at once to the sailor and looked earnestly at him.
“No fear, Letta,” he said, “the poor fellow is not dying; he is only in a very profound sleep, having been much exhausted and nearly killed yesterday. Hallo, Robin! awake at last?”
Robin, who had been roused by the voices, rubbed his eyes, yawned vociferously, and looked vacantly round.
“Well, now, that’s most extraordinary; it isn’t a dream after all!”
“It’s an uncommon pleasant dream, if it is one,” remarked Jim Slagg, with a grave stare at Robin, as he sat up on his couch.
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Portrait of R. M. Ballantyne R. M. Ballantyne The Battery and the Boiler: Adventures in Laying of Submarine Electric Cables

Lifting him quickly, they carried, him on deck, and bore him to the stern of the vessel.
“Robin! Robin!” cried Sam, in an agony of impatience—for the raft was by that time far astern, besides which the shades of evening were beginning to descend—“do try to rally. We must swim. We’re almost too late. Can you do it?”
“Yes, yes, I can swim like a duck,” cried Robin, rising and staggering towards the bulwarks.
“But I can’t swim at all!” cried Stumps in a voice of horror.
Sam stopped as if suddenly paralysed. Then, laying hold of Robin, held him back.
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