{"product_id":"2940012616333","title":"Drops of Spray From Southern Seas","description":"Drops of Spray From Southern Seas by Lucy Brown Reynolds was published in Waterville, Maine in the year 1896. (295 pages)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Publisher has copy-edited this book to improve the formatting, style and accuracy of the text to make it readable. This did not involve changing the substance of the text.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDedication:\u003cbr\u003eIn Memory of My Mother, Who Died at Sea, After a Long and Painful Illness, I Dedicate This Book. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eContents:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eChapter I. Memories of Home — Chapter II. Yellow Jack — Chapter III. Through Storm And Darkness — Chapter IV. The Brig Cadet — Chapter V. Our Arrival In Port Chalmers — Chapter VI. Newcastle: Hotel Cuterion — Chapter VII. Fired On By A Chilean Man-Of-War — Chapter VII. A Happy Day — Chapter VIII. The Death Of Our Mother — Chapter IX. Our Arrival In San Francisco — Chapter X. Eight Days In A Sleeping Car — Chapter  XI. Joyful News — Chapter XII. Our Stepmother — Chapter XIII. A Little Stranger — Chapter XIV. Two Weeks In Bass Straits — Chapter  XV. Through Torres Straits — Chapter XVI. Surabaya: The Burning Ship — Chapter XVII. Tagal: Loading Sugar — Chapter XVIII. The Dreaded Cholera — Chapter XIX. A Cyclone: Carlo Runs Mad — Chapter XX. Our Arrival In Newcastle — Chapter XXI. Loading Coal: Shipwrecked — Chapter XXII. In An Open Boat — Chapter XXIII. Suffering With Thirst — Chapter XXIV. Picked Up By The Lotus — Chapter XXV. Ugi — Chapter XXVI. An Earthquake: Incidents Of Savage Life — Chapter XXVII. Life At Ugi — Chapter XXVIII. H. M. S. Lark: Our Rescue — Chapter XXIX. Our Life In Sydney — Chapter XXX. The Queen's Birthday — Chapter XXXI. A Floating Palace — Chapter XXXII. A Visit From Neptune: Honolulu — Chapter XXXIII. The Grand Concert: San Francisco — Chapter XXXIV. Home Once More — Chapter XXXV. A Moment Of Peril — Chapter XXXVI. Out From The Old Life Into The New — Chapter XXXVII. How Brown Bess Ate The Pudding — Chapter XXXVIII. A Winter In A Log Camp: Back To Maine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpts:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e.....I was born in the prosperous town of Milbridge, Maine, situated on the Narraguagus River, five miles from the open sea, and to me the dearest place on earth. My father was a sea captain, James Brown by name, who always went on deep sea voyages and who, unlike the majority of captains, was glad to have his family accompany him. I went to sea from earliest infancy, and always enjoyed it. Mother used to say I was more at home on the water than I was on the land.\u003cbr\u003e.....The next morning, upon opening my eyes after a brief sleep, I glanced towards mother's bed. For the first time in ten happy years no answering glance from loving eyes met mine, no gentle voice bade me a cheery good morning. Instead, my eyes fell on that rigid form outlined under the white sheet. Annie was asleep and there was no one in the room. I sprang up, and running across the cabin, threw back the sheet and kissed her pale lips again and again. \"Oh! mother, mother darling,\" I moaned, \"come back or take me with you,\" while burning tears fell on that calm, smiling face. Father heard me and, coming down, took me tenderly in his arms and told me if I would live as mother had taught us, that when we, too, were called, we would meet her in the bright land whither she had gone, where all was peace and rest. No more parting, no more tears, but a glorious reunion. Mother had suffered cruelly, she was now at rest, and Jesus had bade us to \"Mourn not for the dead but for the living.\"\u003cbr\u003e.....No boat could live an instant in that swirl of angry waters. Our only hope lay in setting every stitch of canvas and driving the vessel off the reef. If this failed we were lost, and we were only five miles from a land peopled with savages far more cruel than the hungry waves.\u003cbr\u003e.....There was no panic although each man's face was set and pale, but with death staring them in the face they quietly obeyed each order as it was given, them without a murmur.\u003cbr\u003e.....Going to the railing I stared as if fascinated at the fearful scene before me. No sound escaped me. I seemed like one paralyzed, and my breath came short and pantingly, when the thought rushed over me, \"This day you may stand in the presence of your Maker.\" I felt no fear, for the thought of my darling mother waiting for me there sustained me in this hour of mortal peril.\u003cbr\u003e.....Even while we gazed three large canoes shot from around the point and paddled rapidly towards us. Hastily father ran up the ensign, union down, thinking they might understand the signal, which is \"distress.\" I cannot speak for the rest, but I felt as if already I could feel their knives buried in my heart.....","brand":"Digital Text Publishing Company","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47078890635504,"sku":"2940012616333","price":2.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940012616333_p0.jpg?v=1763570507","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940012616333","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}