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S. (Sabine) Baring-Gould. In the Roar of the Sea
In the Roar of the Sea
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. OVER AND DONE
CHAPTER II. A PASSAGE OF ARMS
CHAPTER III. CAPTAIN CRUEL
CHAPTER IV. HOP-O’-MY-THUMB
CHAPTER V. THE BUTTONS
CHAPTER VI. UNCLE ZACHIE
CHAPTER VII. A VISIT
CHAPTER VIII. A PATCHED PEACE
CHAPTER IX. C. C
CHAPTER X. EGO ET REGINA MEA
CHAPTER XI. JESSAMINE
CHAPTER XII. THE CAVE
CHAPTER XIII. IN THE DUSK
CHAPTER XIV. WARNING OF DANGER
CHAPTER XV. CHAINED
CHAPTER XVI. ON THE SHINGLE
CHAPTER XVII. FOR LIFE OR DEATH
CHAPTER XVIII. UNA
CHAPTER XIX. A GOLDFISH
CHAPTER XX. BOUGHT AND SOLD
CHAPTER XXI. OTHELLO COTTAGE
CHAPTER XXII. JAMIE’S RIDE
CHAPTER XXIII. ALL IS FOR THE BEST IN THE BEST OF WORLDS
CHAPTER XXIV. A NIGHT EXCURSION
CHAPTER XXV. FOUND
CHAPTER XXVI. AN UNWILLING PRISONER
CHAPTER XXVII. A RESCUE
CHAPTER XXVIII. AN EXAMINATION
CHAPTER XXIX. ON A PEACOCK’S FEATHER
CHAPTER XXX. THROUGH THE TAMARISKS
CHAPTER XXXI. AMONG THE SAND-HEAPS
CHAPTER XXXII. A DANGEROUS GIFT
CHAPTER XXXIII. HALF A MARRIAGE
CHAPTER XXXIV. A BREAKFAST
CHAPTER XXXV. JACK O’ LANTERN
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE SEA-WOLVES
CHAPTER XXXVII. BRUISED NOT BROKEN
CHAPTER XXXVIII. A CHANGE OF WIND
CHAPTER XXXIX. A FIRST LIE
CHAPTER XL. THE DIAMOND BUTTERFLY
CHAPTER XLI. A DEAD-LOCK
CHAPTER XLII. TWO LETTERS
CHAPTER XLIII. THE SECOND TIME
CHAPTER XLIV. THE WHIP FALLS
CHAPTER XLV. GONE FROM ITS PLACE
CHAPTER XLVI. A SECOND LIE
CHAPTER XLVII. FAST IN HIS HANDS
CHAPTER XLVIII. TWO ALTERNATIVES
CHAPTER XLIX. NOTHING LIKE GROG
CHAPTER L. PLAYING FORFEITS
CHAPTER LI. SURRENDER
CHAPTER LII. TO JUDITH
CHAPTER LIII. IN THE SMOKE
CHAPTER LIV. SQUAB PIE
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S. Baring-Gould
Published by Good Press, 2019
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That he had genius, or rather a few scattered sparks of talent in his muddled brain, was certain. Every one who knew him said he was clever, but pitied his inability to turn his cleverness to purpose. But one must take into consideration, before accepting the general verdict that he was clever, the intellectual abilities of those who formed this judgment. When we do this, we doubt much whether their opinion is worth much. Mr. Menaida was not clever. He had flashes of wit, no steady light of understanding. Above all, he had no application, a little of which might have made him a useful member of society.
When his articleship was over he set up as a solicitor, but what business was offered him he neglected or mismanaged, till business ceased to be offered. He would have starved had not a small annuity of fifty pounds been left him to keep the wolf from the door, and that he was able to supplement this small income with money made by the sale of his stuffed specimens of sea-fowl. Taxidermy was the only art in which he was able to do anything profitable. He loved to observe the birds, to wander on the cliffs listening to their cries, watching their flight, their positions when at rest, the undulations in their feathers under the movement of the muscles as they turned their heads or raised their feet; and when he set himself to stuff the skins he was able to imitate the postures and appearance of living birds with rare fidelity. Consequently his specimens were in request, and ornithologists and country gentlemen whose game-keepers had shot rare birds desired to have the skins dealt with, and set in cases, by the dexterous fingers of Mr. Zachary Menaida. He might have done more work of the same kind, but that his ingrained inactivity and distaste for work limited his output. In certain cases Mr. Menaida would not do what was desired of him till coaxed and flattered, and then he did it grumblingly and with sighs at being subjected to killing toil.
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