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A Chapter of Adventures
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CONTENTS.
CHAP. Page
I. A FISHING VILLAGE 5
II. CAUGHT BY THE TIDE 15
III. A RUN FROM HARWICH 27
IV. THE WRECK 37
V. THE RESCUE 46
VI. ALTERED PROSPECTS 57
VII. ON BOARD THE _WILD WAVE_ 69
VIII. ALEXANDRIA 78
IX. THE RIOT IN ALEXANDRIA 89
X. PRISONERS 99
XI. THE BOMBARDMENT 110
XII. FREE 120
XIII. AMONG FRIENDS 131
XIV. A SET OF RASCALS 143
XV. A THREATENING SKY 153
XVI. OLD JOE'S YARN 163
XVII. IN DANGEROUS SEAS 180
XVIII. A CYCLONE 191
XIX. CAST ASHORE 201
A CHAPTER OF ADVENTURES
CHAPTER I
A FISHING VILLAGE
OF the tens of thousands of excursionists who every summer travel down
by rail to Southend, there are few indeed who stop at Leigh, or who,
once at Southend, take the trouble to walk three miles along the shore
to the fishing village. It may be doubted, indeed, whether along the
whole stretch of coastline from Plymouth to Yarmouth there is a village
that has been so completely overlooked by the world. Other places,
without a tithe of its beauty of position, or the attraction afforded by
its unrivalled view over the Thames, from Gravesend to Warden Point,
ever alive with ships passing up and down, have grown from fishing
hamlets to fashionable watering-places; while Leigh remains, or at any
rate remained at the time this story opens, ten years ago, as unchanged
and unaltered as if, instead of being but an hour's run from London, it
lay far north in Scotland.
Its hill rises steeply behind it; there is room only for the street
between the railway and the wharves, and for a single row of houses
between the line and the foot of the hill. To get into Leigh from the
country round it is necessary to descend by a steep road that winds down
from the church at the top of the hill; to get out again you must go by
the same way. The population is composed solely of fishermen, their
families, and the shopkeepers who supply their necessities. The men who
stand in groups in the street and on the wharf are all clad in blue
guernseys or duck smocks and trousers of pilot cloth or canvas.
CHAP. Page
I. A FISHING VILLAGE 5
II. CAUGHT BY THE TIDE 15
III. A RUN FROM HARWICH 27
IV. THE WRECK 37
V. THE RESCUE 46
VI. ALTERED PROSPECTS 57
VII. ON BOARD THE _WILD WAVE_ 69
VIII. ALEXANDRIA 78
IX. THE RIOT IN ALEXANDRIA 89
X. PRISONERS 99
XI. THE BOMBARDMENT 110
XII. FREE 120
XIII. AMONG FRIENDS 131
XIV. A SET OF RASCALS 143
XV. A THREATENING SKY 153
XVI. OLD JOE'S YARN 163
XVII. IN DANGEROUS SEAS 180
XVIII. A CYCLONE 191
XIX. CAST ASHORE 201
A CHAPTER OF ADVENTURES
CHAPTER I
A FISHING VILLAGE
OF the tens of thousands of excursionists who every summer travel down
by rail to Southend, there are few indeed who stop at Leigh, or who,
once at Southend, take the trouble to walk three miles along the shore
to the fishing village. It may be doubted, indeed, whether along the
whole stretch of coastline from Plymouth to Yarmouth there is a village
that has been so completely overlooked by the world. Other places,
without a tithe of its beauty of position, or the attraction afforded by
its unrivalled view over the Thames, from Gravesend to Warden Point,
ever alive with ships passing up and down, have grown from fishing
hamlets to fashionable watering-places; while Leigh remains, or at any
rate remained at the time this story opens, ten years ago, as unchanged
and unaltered as if, instead of being but an hour's run from London, it
lay far north in Scotland.
Its hill rises steeply behind it; there is room only for the street
between the railway and the wharves, and for a single row of houses
between the line and the foot of the hill. To get into Leigh from the
country round it is necessary to descend by a steep road that winds down
from the church at the top of the hill; to get out again you must go by
the same way. The population is composed solely of fishermen, their
families, and the shopkeepers who supply their necessities. The men who
stand in groups in the street and on the wharf are all clad in blue
guernseys or duck smocks and trousers of pilot cloth or canvas.
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