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On a certain breezy morning in October-not many years ago-a wilderness of foam rioted wildly over those dangerous sands which lie off the port of Yarmouth, where the Evening Star, fishing-smack, was getting ready for sea.In one of the narrow lanes or Rows peculiar to that town, the skipper of the smack stood at his own door, grumbling. He was a broad burly man, a little past the prime of life, but prematurely aged by hard work and hard living. He’s always out o’ the way when he’s wanted, an’ always in the way when he’s not wanted, said the skipper angrily to his wife, of whom he was at the moment taking, as one of his mates remarked, a tender farewell.
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
On a certain breezy morning in October-not many years ago-a wilderness of foam rioted wildly over those dangerous sands which lie off the port of Yarmouth, where the Evening Star, fishing-smack, was getting ready for sea.In one of the narrow lanes or Rows peculiar to that town, the skipper of the smack stood at his own door, grumbling. He was a broad burly man, a little past the prime of life, but prematurely aged by hard work and hard living. He’s always out o’ the way when he’s wanted, an’ always in the way when he’s not wanted, said the skipper angrily to his wife, of whom he was at the moment taking, as one of his mates remarked, a tender farewell.