Outward Bound - Or, Young America Afloat by Oliver Optic
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"Who says so?" demanded Carnes. "All the fellows say so." "It can't be true." "Why not? We are not going to stay here forever." "In my opinion, we shall stay here some weeks, if not some months," added Carnes. "What for?" "To pursue our studies, in the first place, and to learn our duty as seamen, in the second." "I don't believe I shall stay here a great while longer," said Shuffles, with evident disgust. "There's no fun lying here." "You can't help yourself," added Wilton. "Perhaps I can't, but I can try," said Shuffles, as he glanced towards the shore. "All hands ahoy!" shouted Peaks, the boatswain, as his shrill whistle rang through the ship. The boys had been taught the meaning of this call, and they gathered in the waist, eager to know what was to be required of them. |
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