Homepage
Login
Profile
BookClubs
dmBox
Read this ebook for free! No credit card needed, absolutely nothing to pay.
Words: 19828 in 10 pages
This is an ebook sharing website. You can read the uploaded ebooks for free here. No credit cards needed, nothing to pay. If you want to own a digital copy of the ebook, or want to read offline with your favorite ebook-reader, then you can choose to buy and download the ebook.
with every one of rice. My lips and the inside of my mouth were so cracked with the heat that every motion of my jaws set them a-bleeding and gave me great pain."
As soon as he was a little recovered, his first care was for Mrs. Bremner, and on pointing out that she had some money about her, the natives were persuaded to take her off the ship. This was accomplished only a few hours before it parted in two. She was totally unable to walk, but her remaining rupees, joined to liberal promises, to be performed on her reaching her journey's end, procured her a litter, in which she was conveyed to Chittagong.
No woman probably ever went through such an experience and survived it as this unhappy lady. Mackay, having no money--for Mrs. Bremner had no more to give him--had to walk, and speedily broke down. The natives left him behind without a scruple. He fell in, however, with a party of Mugs, the chief of whom was full of human kindness. He washed Mackay's wounds, which were filled with sand and dirt, supplied him with rice, and endeavored to teach him how to make fire by rubbing two pieces of bamboo together. Mackay finally arrived at Chittagong, though in a pitiable condition.
In a postscript to this miserable story he says, "With respect to the fate of my companions in misfortune, Mrs. Bremner, having recovered her health and spirits, was afterward well married." So it seems that with time and courage one really does get over almost everything.
BUSY BIRDS.
BY MARCIA BRADBURY JORDAN.
A broad green marsh, with sullen pools Of brackish water here and there, With mounds of hay on wooden piles, And squares of yellow flowers like tiles, And swamp-rosemary everywhere.
The straight road stretches, gray with dust, From distant pine-trees to the hill; The warm breath of an autumn day Prevails, and with its languid sway Keeps every little song-bird still.
But all along the wire line That telegrams unnumbered brings, Small chirping birds are perched secure, With down-bent head and mien demure, And gray brown lightly folded wings.
And do you ask, dear girls and boys, What calls these flatterers from home, Why restlessly they care to roam Far from the foliage-guarded nest? A new idea has come to me; I wonder if you will agree To what I'm going to suggest.
When in some quite mysterious way A trifling fault strikes mamma's ears, I'm confident you must have heard Of that communicative bird Who's always telling all he hears.
A little bird told me, she says, Of what I never should suspect. Suppose these listening songsters light Upon the wires there in sight To get the latest news direct!
Free books android app tbrJar TBR JAR Read Free books online gutenberg
(0)More posts by @FreeBooks
