The Boy Fortune Hunters in the South Seas E-Book

L. Frank Baum

• Herausgeber: L. Frank Baum
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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The Boy Fortune Hunters in the South Seas written by L. Frank Baum who was an American author chiefly famous for his children's books. This book is one of many works by him. It has already Published in 1911 Now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

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The Boy Fortune Hunters in the South Seas

By

L. Frank Baum

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. SENOR DE JIMINEZ

CHAPTER II. I ADVANCE A PROPOSITION

CHAPTER III. WE MEET SOME QUEER PEOPLE

CHAPTER IV. NUX AND BRYONIA

CHAPTER V. A SOUTH PACIFIC TYPHOON

CHAPTER VI. A FREAKISH SHIPWRECK

CHAPTER VII. THE PEARL PEOPLE

CHAPTER VIII. THE REEF PATROL

CHAPTER IX. ALFONSO’S ANTOINETTE

CHAPTER X. THE PEARL CITY

CHAPTER XI. A KING, A PRIEST AND A BOY

CHAPTER XII. THE “CROOKED ONE”

CHAPTER XIII. LIVING SHIELDS

CHAPTER XIV. A DESPERATE ATTEMPT

CHAPTER XV. MY EXECUTION

CHAPTER XVI. THE WAY IT HAPPENED

CHAPTER XVII. THE CONSEQUENCES

CHAPTER XVIII. A RUN FOR LIFE

CHAPTER XIX. A CAPRICIOUS EARTHQUAKE

CHAPTER XX. KING BRYONIA

CHAPTER I. SENOR DE JIMINEZ

“There’s one thing certain,” said my uncle, Naboth Perkins, banging his fist on the table for emphasis. “If we don’t manage get a cargo in ten days we’ll up anchor an’ quit this bloomin’ island.”

My father the skipper, leaning back in his easy-chair with his legs—one of them cork—stretched upon the table and his pipe in his mouth, nodded assent as he replied:

“Very good.”

“Here it is five weeks since we finished unloadin’ that machinery,” went on Uncle Naboth, “an’ since then the Seagull’s been floatin’ like a swan in the waters o’ Port Phillip an’ lettin’ the barnacles nip her. There ain’t a shipper in Melbourne as’ll give us an ounce o’ cargo; an’ why? Jest because we’re American an’ float the Stars an’ Stripes—that’s why. There’s a deep-seated conspiracy agin American shipping in Australia, an’ what little truck they’ve got to send to America goes in British ships or it don’t go at all.”

Again Captain Steele nodded.

“S’pose we try Adelaide,” suggested big Ned Britton, our first mate.

“That’s jest as bad,” declared Uncle Naboth. “It’s an off season, they say; but the fact is, Australia sends mighty little to the United States, an’ those that ship anything prefer English bottoms to ours. Everything’s been contracted for months ahead, and the only chance the Seagull has of going home freighted is to grab some emergency deal—where time counts—an’ load an’ skip before any Britisher comes into port.”