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Identifier: stnicholasserial4721dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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fury in-describably horrible. Slowly the cachalots teethpierced to the very heart of the tough, grisly,gelatinous mass. The crew had one last glimpse of terrible eyes flashing from out a corpse-whiteface. Then, with a crash of its flukes, the greatwhale sounded and dived down to finish his titanicmeal in the depths below. For a moment no one spoke. The whole scenehad been like a nightmare. Only floating frag-ments and white sections of the tentacles wereleft to prove the reality of what they had seen.The shuman gave the signal to proceed, andagain the steady beat of the paddles soundedas the long bidarka shot forward. No one of theparty but bore the marks of the battle and thegashes which told of the touch of the deadlysucking disks of the tentacles. There was not a sound except the splash of thepaddles. After this life-and-death battle the reac-tion set in, and no one spoke or wished to speak.The long, lean craft sped oyer the sea under the BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH; OR, THE BLUE PEARL
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1014 BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH; OR, THE BLUE PEARL (Sept. rhythmical beat of the paddles. As the sun showedabove the horizon, all around was sea and sky.Nowhere was there any sight of land or visiblemarks or ranges by which to steer their course.Yet without compass, the shuman in the sternsteered unerringly toward the distant horizon.At last far away, where the skys rim touched thesea, showed what seemed to be a bank of fleecyclouds. As they came nearer, the white masstowered higher and higher, like a huge castle,with turrets and battlements of fleecy cloud andfloating mist. Straight toward this white bulkthe bidarka drove; and as the bank grew higherand higher above the horizon, the Argonauts sud-denly realized that they were looking upon landshrouded in clouds and mist. A murmur wentall around the boat. Goreloi! Goreloi! the whisper ran, and thefaces of the weary crew brightened as if lighted bythe rising sun. To them it was one of the For-tunate Islands where for blessed days and wee

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