The Lighthouse
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Robert Michael Ballantyne. The Lighthouse
Chapter One. The Rock
Chapter Two. The Lovers and the Press-Gang
Chapter Three. Our Hero Obliged to go to Sea
Chapter Four. The Burglary
Chapter Five. The Bell Rock Invaded
Chapter Six. The Captain Changes His Quarters
Chapter Seven. Ruby in Difficulties
Chapter Eight. The Scene Changes—Ruby is Vulcanised
Chapter Nine. Storms and Troubles
Chapter Ten. The Rising of the Tide—A Narrow Escape
Chapter Eleven. A Storm and a Dismal State of Things on Board the Pharos
Chapter Twelve. Bell Rock Billows—An Unexpected Visit—A Disaster and a Rescue
Chapter Thirteen. A Sleepless but a Pleasant Night
Chapter Fourteen. Somewhat Statistical
Chapter Fifteen. Ruby has a Rise in Life, and a Fall
Chapter Sixteen. New Arrangements—The Captain’s Philosophy in Regard to Pipeology
Chapter Seventeen. A Meeting with Old Friends, and an Excursion
Chapter Eighteen. The Battle of Arbroath, and Other Warlike Matters
Chapter Nineteen. An Adventure—Secrets Revealed, and a Prize
Chapter Twenty. The Smugglers are “Treated” to Gin and Astonishment
Chapter Twenty One. The Bell Rock Again—A Dreary Night in a Strange Habitation
Chapter Twenty Two. Life in the Beacon—Story of the Eddystone Lighthouse
Chapter Twenty Three. The Storm
Chapter Twenty Four. A Chapter of Accidents
Chapter Twenty Five. The Bell Rock in a Fog—Narrow Escape of the Smeaton
Chapter Twenty Six. A Sudden and Tremendous Change in Ruby’s Fortunes
Chapter Twenty Seven. Other Things Besides Murder “Will Out.”
Chapter Twenty Eight. The Lighthouse Completed—Ruby’s Escape from Trouble by a Desperate Venture
Chapter Twenty Nine. The Wreck
Chapter Thirty. Old Friends in New Circumstances
Chapter Thirty One. Midnight Chat in a Lantern
Chapter Thirty Two. Everyday Life on the Bell Rock, and Old Memories Recalled
Chapter Thirty Three. Conclusion
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About a mile to the eastward of the ancient town of Arbroath the shore abruptly changes its character, from a flat beach to a range of, perhaps, the wildest and most picturesque cliffs on the east coast of Scotland. Inland the country is rather flat, but elevated several hundred feet above the level of the sea, towards which it slopes gently until it reaches the shore, where it terminates in abrupt, perpendicular precipices, varying from a hundred to two hundred feet in height. In many places the cliffs overhang the water, and all along the coast they have been perforated and torn up by the waves, so as to present singularly bold and picturesque outlines, with caverns, inlets, and sequestered “coves” of every form and size.
To the top of these cliffs, in the afternoon of the day on which our tale opens, a young girl wended her way,—slowly, as if she had no other object in view than a stroll, and sadly, as if her mind were more engaged with the thoughts within than with the magnificent prospect of land and sea without. The girl was:
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“Likely enough,” said the captain, “but my chronometer ain’t quite so reg’lar since we left the sea; it might ha’ bin more,—mayhap less.”
“Just so. You saw him off?”
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