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Title: Man Overboard!
Author: F(rancis) Marion Crawford
Release Date: February 12, 2008 [EBook #24584]
Language: English
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Man Overboard!
BY
F. MARION CRAWFORD
AUTHOR OF "THE UPPER BERTH," "CECILIA,"
"THE WITCH OF PRAGUE," ETC.
[Illustration]
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
London: Macmillan & Co., Ltd.
1903
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1903,
BY F. MARION CRAWFORD.
COPYRIGHT, 1903,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
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Set up and electrotyped April, 1903.
Norwood Press
J.S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Portrait of F. Marion Crawford _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
"He let go of the knife, and the point
stuck into the deck" 54
"One of his wet, shiny arms was round
Mamie's waist" 92
MAN OVERBOARD
Yes--I have heard "Man overboard!" a good many times since I was
a boy, and once or twice I have seen the man go. There are more
men lost in that way than passengers on ocean steamers ever learn
of. I have stood looking over the rail on a dark night, when
there was a step beside me, and something flew past my head like
a big black bat--and then there was a splash! Stokers often go
like that. They go mad with the heat, and they slip up on deck
and are gone before anybody can stop them, often without being
seen or heard. Now and then a passenger will do it, but he
generally has what he thinks a pretty good reason. I have seen a
man empty his revolver into a crowd of emigrants forward, and
then go over like a r
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