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Title: Poor Man's Rock
Author: Bertrand W. Sinclair
Illustrator: Frank Tenney Johnson
Release Date: August 17, 2005 [EBook #16541]
Language: English
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Novels by:
BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
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Poor Man's Rock
POOR MAN'S ROCK
BY
BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR
BOSTON
LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY
Published September, 1920
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, CAMBRIDGE, MASS., U.S.A.
CONTENTS
Prologue--Long, Long Ago
CHAPTER
I. The House in Cradle Bay
II. His Own Country
III. The Flutter of Sable Wings
IV. Inheritance
V. From the Bottom Up
VI. The Springboard
VII. Sea Boots and Salmon
VIII. Vested Rights
IX. The Complexity of Simple Matters
X. Thrust and Counterthrust
XI. Peril of the Sea
XII. Between Sun and Sun
XIII. An Interlude
XIV. The Swing of the Pendulum
XV. Hearts are not Always Trumps
XVI. En Famille
XVII. Business as Usual
XVIII. A Renewal of Hostilities
XIX. Top Dog
XX. The Dead and Dusty Past
XXI. As it was in the Beginning
POOR MAN'S ROCK
PROLOGUE
Long, Long Ago
The Gulf of Georgia spread away endlessly, an immense, empty stretch of
water bared to the hot eye of an August sun, its broad face only saved
from oily smoothness by half-hearted flutterings of a westerly breeze.
Those faint airs blowing up along the Vancouver Island shore made
tentative efforts to fill and belly out strongly the mainsail and jib of
a small half-decked sloop working out from the weather side of Sangster
Island and laying her snub nose straight for the mouth of the Fraser
River, some sixty sea-miles east by south.
In the stern sheets a young man stood, resting one hand on the tiller,
his navigating a sinecure, for the wind was barely enough to give him
steerageway. He was, one would say, about twenty-five or six, fairly
tall, healthily tanned, with clear bl
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