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Title: Washed Ashore
The Tower of Stormount Bay

Author: W.H.G. Kingston

Release Date: November 6, 2007 [EBook #23387]

Language: English

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Washed Ashore; or, The Tower of Stormont Bay, by W.H.G. Kingston.

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This is a fairly short book, and probably an easier read for the younger
teenager.

Jack is a young member of a respectable family living in Stormount
Tower, on the south coast of England. Unfortunately the silly boy got
himself involved with the smugglers, who got caught. This of course
would have been a hanging offence, but Jack manages to go to sea aboard
the "Truelove", which, it is later heard, is lost at sea.

Folk at home long to see him again, but meanwhile there are some strange
goings-on, involving ghosts, kidnaps, strange noises, secret tunnels,
and smugglers' caves.

Eventually some of the local young men sail to the Pacific, hoping to
find where the "Truelove" had gone down, and hoping above all to find
young Jack. After some misses they eventually manage to get some useful
information, and from this they are able to find Jack, and bring him
home to his family.

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WASHED ASHORE; OR, THE TOWER OF STORMOUNT BAY, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.

CHAPTER ONE.

THE OLD TOWER--CAPTAIN ASKEW'S FAMILY--THE SMUGGLERS--WHY JACK ASKEW
WENT TO SEA.

There was an old grey weather-beaten stone tower standing on the top of
a high rocky promontory, which formed the western side of a deep bay, on
the south coast of England. The promontory was known as the Stormy
Mount, which had gradually been abbreviated into Stormount, a very
appropriate name, for projecting, as it did, boldly out into the ocean,
many a fierce storm had, age after age, raged round its summit and
hurled the roaring, curling waves into masses of foam against its base,
while the white spray flew in showers far above its topmost