Wehrli Auter
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2010年 8月 1日 (日) 23:56:08 JST
Was restepped. As Mr Button stood with his hand on the spar looking round him before going aft with the sheet, an object struck his eye some three miles ahead. Objects rather, for they were the masts and spars of a small ship rising from the water. Not a vestige of sail, just the naked spars. It might have been a couple of old skeleton trees jutting out of the water for all a landsman could have told. He stared at this sight for twenty or thirty seconds without speaking, his head projected like the head of a tortoise. Then he gave a wild "Hurroo!" "What is it, Paddy?" asked Dick. "Hurroo!" replied Button. "Ship ahoy! ship ahoy! Lie to till I be afther boardin' you. Sure, they are lyin' to--divil a rag of canvas on her--are they aslape or dhramin'? Here, Dick, let me get aft wid the sheet; the wind'll take us up to her quicker than we'll row." He crawled aft and took the tiller; the breeze took the sail, and the boat forged ahead. "Is it daddy's ship?" asked Dick, who was almost as excited as his friend. "I dinno; we'll see when we fetch her." "Shall we go on her, Mr Button?" asked Emmeline. "Ay will we, honey." Emmeline bent down, and fetching her parcel from under the seat, held it in her lap. As they drew nearer, the outlines of the ship became more apparent. She was a small brig, with stump topmasts, from the spars a few rags of canvas fluttered. It was apparent soon to the old sailor's e -------------- next part -------------- $B%F%-%9%H7A<00J30$NE:IU%U%!%$%k$rJ]4I$7$^$7$?(B... $B%U%!%$%kL>(B: competently.zip $B7?(B: application/octet-stream $B%5%$%:(B: 710 $B%P%$%H(B $B ＠ bL@(B: $BL5$7(B다운로드
