Beadle's Dime Novels No. 87: On the Deep — page 83: what you’re looking at

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OM’S STORY. 85 —a word as was most astonishin’, and would have made your . hair stand on end to hear. Open goes Tackle’s mouth to re- peat it after him; but, my eyes! it was too much for him. He sprung his jaw in trying so that he couldn't close his mouth again, and his mouth has kept open ever since, a living monument of the ambition of them that would. kiow more than their shipmates.” — Before Tom could reply, a loud crash was heard, followed by a burst of admiration from Quill. The schooner’s fore- mast had fallen into the sea, and a shower of sparks. was now’ whirling upward from the roaring, crackling waves of flame. “ Beautiful! beautiful ?” Snes the professor; “ but it will soon be over!” “Ay, ay,” exclaimed Block, “ who had quitted the steerage and mounted the fore-shrouds, to obtain a good view of the blazing craft. ‘It will soon’ be over with the schooner). The fire is involuntarily devouring every timber of the little vessel. Her dissolution is ineffable!” “T tell you what it is, Bill, , ae pae Tom, “here? S some more |’arnin’.” “Why, yes,” returned’ his’ chum. °-“ Blast my eyes if I don’t think we've got into good company, and—” He was interrupted by the order to “tack ship,” and, to- gether with his shipmates, he quitted the shrouds and sprung to the braces. 'The yards were soon hauled round, and, heading upon a course which would carry her astern of the schooner, and in the track of the boats, she rushed through the water at the rate of eight knots. He crew then continued to watch’ the receding flames, until having devoured nearly every plank and timber of the doomed craft, they went out among the waves of the sea. “Ay, ay,” muttered Block, “that’s the last of her, and it’s by no means-inconsolable to see an institution of her charac- ter demoralized in this manner. Let all sinners take warnin’ from the present statement of affairs, that they don’t inyolve their heads in criminality.” “ You are something of a philosopher, I perceive, “ observed a little midshipman ‘at his elbow. - “Not exactly, my lad—not exactly. You’ ve committed a sort of ‘ new-for-wrong’ there, nat’ral to youngsters of yeur commiclbooks.conn