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PART FIVE--My Sea Adventure Chapter 22 How My Sea Adventure Began THERE was no return of the mutineers--not so much as another shot out of the woods. They had "got their rations for that...
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Chapter IX. I WANTED to go and look at a place right about the middle of the island that I'd found when I was exploring; so we started and soon got to it, because the island was only three...
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Chapter XIV WHEN Tom awoke in the morning, he wondered where he was. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around. Then he comprehended. It was the cool gray dawn, and there was a delicious sense...
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Chapter VIII TOM dodged hither and thither through lanes until he was well out of the track of returning scholars, and then fell into a moody jog. He crossed a small "branch" two or...
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from minnesota headwaters to the gulf of mexico the ground runs with water the lawn britt winters broken window or are not the fear of colours floor spring comes to the northern wilderness resource of...
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Chapter XVII. IN about a minute somebody spoke out of a window without putting his head out, and says: "Be done, boys! Who's there?" I says: "It's...
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CHAPTER 22 Jurgis took the news in a peculiar way. He turned deadly pale, but he caught himself, and for half a minute stood in the middle of the room, clenching his hands tightly and setting his...
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- The same again, Georges. - Ok, 3 more red glasses of wine. - Thanks boss. - Not bad this little wine. Hey, don't pour over the edge. Tartafione is on! Let's have a look at the races....
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In Texas... they lynch Negroes. My teammates and I saw a man strung up by his neck and set on fire. We drove through a lynch mob, pressed our faces against the floorboard. I looked at my teammates. I...
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