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Title: A Middy of the Slave Squadron
A West African Story

Author: Harry Collingwood

Illustrator: D.L. Mays

Release Date: April 13, 2007 [EBook #21070]

Language: English

Character set encoding: ASCII

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Produced by Nick Hodson of London, England

A Middy of the Slave Squadron
A West African Story

By Harry Collingwood
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This was one of the last books written by "Harry Collingwood". The copy
we worked from was very clearly printed, but with one very major
problem - the text was printed far too close to the centre of the book.
Therefore the book could not be scanned using the regular book-scanner,
but rather it was done using the scanner in flat-bed mode. However, the
results were quite good, with the text coming through very clearly, and
only the hyphens needing a good amount of checking. The hyphens get
affected by the cleaning-up process which takes out the unwanted dark
patches on the scans.

The book is exactly according to the title. Remembering that "Harry
Collingwood" was in real life a naval architect, you can take good note
of the way he handles nautical terminology. Other contemporary authors
were good, but in this respect Collingwood is a real master.

It makes a good audiobook, so you ought to enjoy it very greatly. NH.
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A MIDDY OF THE SLAVE SQUADRON
A WEST AFRICAN STORY

BY HARRY COLLINGWOOD

CHAPTER ONE.

A SOUND THROUGH THE DARKNESS.

"Phew!" ejaculated Mr Perry, first lieutenant of His Britannic
Majesty's corvette _Psyche_, as he removed his hat and mopped the
perspiration from his streaming forehead with an enormous spotted
pocket-handkerchief. "I believe it's getting hotter instead of cooler;
although, by all the laws that are supposed to govern this pestiferous
climate, we ought to be close upon the coolest hour of the twenty-four!
Just step aft to the skylight, Mr Fortescue, and see what the time is,
will ye?