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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Taking Tales: Instructive and Entertaining Reading

In a short time the mill, rebuilt with sound timbers and strong machinery, was going round as merrily as ever, and grinding as much if not more grist than it did in former days. People had wondered at the change in Sam Green; they wondered still more at the change in his master,—once so sullen and ill-tempered,—now so gentle and kind and obliging. The change in him was even greater than in the mill itself.
It is easy enough to rebuild a house: no human power can change a man’s heart, as Mark Page’s had been changed.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Taking Tales: Instructive and Entertaining Reading

At night, when “trying out” generally goes on, the deck of a whale-ship has a strange and wild look. The red glare of the fires is thrown on the wild, and I may say, savage-looking crew, as they stand round the cauldrons, stripped to the waist, their faces black with smoke, the large cutting-out knives in their hands, or the prongs with which they hook out the blubber, all working away with might and main; for all are interested in getting the work done. The crew of a whale-ship share in the profits of a voyage, and all therefore are anxious to kill as many whales as possible.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Taking Tales: Instructive and Entertaining Reading

The sails of the mill had been going round and round for many a day, and hundreds of sacks of grist had been ground, when one night Mark was roused from his sleep by the sound of the wind howling round the house.
“I made all right and snug at the mill,” he thought; “there is no use to get up and look to it.” Still the wind went on howling through the windows and doors, and the window-panes shook and rattled, and the doors creaked, and it seemed at times as if the house would come down.
“Will the mill stand it?” asked Mark of himself. He tried to go to sleep again, but he could not.
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