William Henry Giles Kingston

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Ned Garth; Or, Made Prisoner in Africa…

They would then send back to recover the loads, and pick up any of the men who might still be alive. But hour after hour went by, and the hot sun glared in their faces like the flame from a furnace, almost blinding their eyes. Darkness came on, but still they pushed forward. The same cry resounded from all parts of the caravan: “They must march through the night.” Should they halt, how many would be alive in the morning? Ned had told Chando to keep close to his side, and had supplied him every now and then with a few drops of water.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Ned Garth; Or, Made Prisoner in Africa…

As she came off that part of the coast where his boyhood had been spent, he turned a wistful gaze in that direction, knowing that although the lieutenant was not at home, his telescope would be pointed seaward, and that even then Mary might be looking at the graceful ship which floated like a swan over the calm water. The Lizard was the last point of land seen, and the “Ione” stood out into the broad Atlantic.
“Well, Ned, we are at sea at last, you really have shown yourself more of a man than I expected,” said Charley Meadows.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Ned Garth; Or, Made Prisoner in Africa…

A dark figure could be seen at the top of the cliff. It was Tom, who rapidly made his way down to where they stood, carrying a pair of oars and a coil of rope.
“The brig is driving in,” cried Edward. “She’s much nearer than when I first saw her.”
“You’re right,” answered the lieutenant. “In spite of my timber leg, few men could once beat me at swimming; even now I’ve a mind to go off to the wreck. I might be in time to save some of the people. Here, Tom, hand me the end of the rope, and I’ll make it fast round my waist, and do you and Ned pay it out, and haul in again when I shout to you.”
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