William Henry Giles Kingston

William Henry Giles Kingston

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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Tales of the Sea, and of Our Jack Tars

Having got our wood and water on board, we again put to sea, cruising in various parts of the ocean known to be frequented by whales. A bright look-out was kept for their spouts as the monsters rose to the surface to breathe. The instant a spout was seen all was life and animation on board; the boats were lowered, generally two or three at a time, and away they pulled to be ready to attack the whale as it again rose to the surface. I remember, the first time I saw one of the monsters struck, I shouted and jumped about the deck as eagerly as if I myself were engaged in the work.
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Tales of the Sea, and of Our Jack Tars

My appearance created no small commotion among three or four young ladies who were seated in the room.
“Go away; how dare you venture in here?” exclaimed one or two of them.
“Will you not believe me?” I cried. “I am Jack, I assure you, and I hope soon to convince you of the fact.”
“It is Jack, I know it is!” exclaimed one of them, jumping up and coming forward. I knew her in an instant to be Grace Goldie, though grown almost into a young woman. “It is Jack, I am sure it is,” she added, taking my hand and leading me forward. “Oh, how strange that you do not know him!”
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Portrait of William Henry Giles Kingston William Henry Giles Kingston Tales of the Sea, and of Our Jack Tars

Our appetites, too, were sharpened by our walk, and the keen wind and the recollection of the appearance of our destined viands as we saw them displayed in Miss Deborah’s larder. The wind was blowing strong on shore, not softened by its passage across the North Sea; the snow began to fall; thickly and more thickly it came down. “Stop,” cried Uncle Boz, as we neared the cliff, “there’s a gun!” We listened. The low, dull sound of a gun came across the seething, tossing ocean, but the ship from which it was fired was unseen.
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