Charles Boardman Hawes

The Great Quest


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       Charles Boardman Hawes

      The Great Quest

      A romance of 1826, wherein are recorded the experiences of Josiah Woods of Topham, and of those others with whom he sailed for Cuba and the Gulf of Guinea

      Published by Good Press, 2021

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      EAN 4064066187187

       CHAPTER I THE STRANGER

       CHAPTER II MY UNCLE BEHAVES QUEERLY

       CHAPTER III HIGGLEBY'S BARN

       CHAPTER IV SWORDS AND SHIPS

       CHAPTER V A MYSTERIOUS PROJECT

       II HANDS ACROSS THE SEA

       CHAPTER VI GOOD-BYE TO OLD HAUNTS AND FACES

       CHAPTER VII A WILD NIGHT

       CHAPTER VIII THE BRIG ADVENTURE

       CHAPTER IX AN OLD SEA SONG

       III A LOW LAND IN THE EAST

       CHAPTER X MATTERSON

       CHAPTER XI NEW LIGHT ON AN OLD FRIEND

       CHAPTER XII CAPTAIN NORTH AGAIN

       CHAPTER XIII ISSUES SHARPLY DRAWN

       CHAPTER XIV LAND HO!

       IV THREE DESPERATE MEN

       CHAPTER XV THE ISLAND

       CHAPTER XVI STRANGEST OF ALL

       CHAPTER XVII THE MAN FROM THE JUNGLE

       CHAPTER XVIII A WARNING DEFIED

       CHAPTER XIX BURNED BRIDGES

       V THE HOUSE ON THE HILL

       CHAPTER XX UP STREAM

       CHAPTER XXI A GRIM SURPRISE

       CHAPTER XXII SIEGE

       CHAPTER XXIII SORTIE

       VI FOR OUR VERY LIVES

       CHAPTER XXIV SPEARS IN THE DARK

       CHAPTER XXV CARDS AND CHESS

       CHAPTER XXVI AN UNSEEN FOE

       CHAPTER XXVII THE FORT FALLS

       CHAPTER XXVIII DOWN THE CURRENT

       CHAPTER XXIX THE FIGHT AT THE LANDING

       VII THE LONG ROAD HOME

       CHAPTER XXX THE CRUISER

       CHAPTER XXXI A PASSAGE AT ARMS

       CHAPTER XXXII WESTWARD BOUND

       CHAPTER XXXIII THE DOOR OF DISASTER

       CHAPTER XXXIV AN OLD, OLD STORY

       CHAPTER XXXV EHEU FUGACES!

      THE GREAT QUEST

       THE STRANGER

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      One morning early in the summer of 1826, I brushed the sweat from my forehead and the flour from my clothes, unrolled my shirt-sleeves to my wrists, donned my coat, and, with never a suspicion that that day was to be unlike any other, calmly walked out into the slanting sunshine. Rain had fallen in the night, and the air was still fresh and cool. Although the clock had but just struck six, I had been at work an hour, and now that my uncle, Seth Upham, had come down to take charge of the store, I was glad that some business discussed the evening before gave me an excuse to go on an errand to the other end of the village.

      Uncle Seth looked up from his ledger as I passed. "You are prompt to go," said he. "I've scarce got my hat on the peg. Well, the sooner the better, I suppose. Young Mackay's last shipment of oil was of poor quality and color. The rascal needs a good wigging, but the best you can do is tell the old man my opinion of his son's goods. If he gets a notion that we're likely to go down to nine cents