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Ralph Keeler. Vagabond Adventures
Vagabond Adventures
Table of Contents
BOOK I. AMONG WHARVES AND CABINS. Æt. 11
CHAPTER I. PREFATORY
CHAPTER II. FAMILY MATTERS
CHAPTER III. A FUGITIVE
CHAPTER IV. A STORMY TIME
CHAPTER V. A BOY’S PARADISE
CHAPTER VI. THE CONTUMELY OF CAPTAINS
CHAPTER VII. ALMOST A TRAGEDY
CHAPTER VIII. TAKEN PRISONER
CHAPTER IX. SQUALOR
CHAPTER X. A FINAL TRIUMPH
BOOK II. THREE YEARS AS A NEGRO-MINSTREL. Æt. 12–15
CHAPTER I. MY FIRST COMPANY
CHAPTER II. I BECOME A BENEFICIARY
CHAPTER III. THE FATE OF THE SERENADERS
CHAPTER IV. THE TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS OF THE “BOOKER TROUPE.”
CHAPTER V. THE LAST OF THE “BOOKER TROUPE.”
CHAPTER VI “THE MITCHELLS.”
CHAPTER VII. ON THE FLOATING PALACE
CHAPTER VIII. WILD LIFE
CHAPTER IX. THE PERFORMER SOCIALLY
CHAPTER X. ADIEU TO THE STAGE
BOOK III. THE TOUR OF EUROPE FOR $181 IN CURRENCY. Æt. 20–22
CHAPTER I. STARTING ON A CATTLE-TRAIN
CHAPTER II. TAKING TO EUROPEAN WAYS
CHAPTER III. STUDENT LIFE AND WANDERINGS
CHAPTER IV. A FIGHT WITH FAMINE
CHAPTER V. THE CONCLUSION
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Ralph Keeler
Published by Good Press, 2019
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As soon as he recovered his equanimity and his dish-cloth, which latter he had dropped in sheer surprise at what he evidently considered my stupendous impudence, the pantryman wanted to know, bluntly, what I was doing there; the while he gave his foot such a preliminary flourish as plainly indicated his intention to accelerate my motion thence. I informed him, in considerable haste, that I came by the steward’s order. This straightway altered the case in the opinion of the obsequious menial. He now pointed at a row of chafing-dishes, and said, “There it is; pitch in!”
A few moments afterward the steward found me so absorbed in my “work” that I did not notice his entrance into the pantry. Bread-and-butter in small quantities, and at irregular intervals, had been, it must be owned, rather poor satisfaction to the appetite of a growing boy. The steward must have watched me some time in silence; for my eyes, happening to float away at random in an ecstasy of pleased and vigorous mastication, encountered him, standing not far from my side gazing at me earnestly. I dropped my knife and fork in fear, as he had talked to me like a rough, surly fellow. His voice was wholly changed now, when he spoke; and I noticed it. “Why,” he asked, “didn’t you tell me you was hungry?”
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