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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Captain Mugford: Our Salt and Fresh Water Tutors

Notwithstanding the eagerness with which I swayed forward with every pull of the oars, and the frenzy that filled me, as in a moment more I saw our tutors’ boat drawing slightly ahead, I had to laugh at the antics of Clump, who was rushing from side to side of his floating staging, dancing up and down like a rheumatic lunatic, tossing his arms wildly about his uncovered head, his face a kaleidoscope of grimaces, while he shouted to each one of us by name, in encouragement, in entreaty, in fear: “Oh, Massa Drake! pull, pull!” “Massa Walter! Massa Walter! dus you let ’em beat!”
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Captain Mugford: Our Salt and Fresh Water Tutors

In two hours more as happy a boatload as ever floated was springing before a fresh breeze toward the cape. Long before we touched shore our glad halloos had reached the old house, and lifted a heavy weight from the hearts of Clump and Juno.
They met us on the rocks, and each one of us had to undergo an embrace from their sable excellencies, ay, excellencies indeed, in devotion and uprightness such as this world seldom sees surpassed. Even Captain Mugford did not escape the ardour of the welcome; and whilst they hugged us the dear old negroes were crying like children, from joy.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Captain Mugford: Our Salt and Fresh Water Tutors

Evenings on the Wreck, with a Story from the Captain.
The favourite season of girls is, I think, Spring; and of boys, Autumn. One is the time of dreams, flowers, and emotions; the other, the period of hopes, courage, and accomplishment.
October, the fulness of Autumn, with its cool, clear, bracing air; with its gathered crops, rustling leaves, and golden light: October, when days of furious storm are succeeded by weeks of hazy sunshine and muffled quiet; when the fish are fat but greedy; when quacking seafowl and game of every kind tempt the lovers of good sport—
Ah! that is the time for boys.
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