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Title: For Treasure Bound

Author: Harry Collingwood

Release Date: April 13, 2007 [EBook #21069]

Language: English

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For Treasure Bound

By Harry Collingwood
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This is a very well-written and seamanlike book. The hero is young
Harry Collingwood, the same as the pseudonym of the author. His father
has not returned from a previous voyage to sea, and is presumed to be
lost. There are also some indications that somewhere in the Pacific
there is a "Treasure Island" to be found.

A beautiful and very fast cutter is built. This part of the book is
where the author excels, as shipyard work is where he works for his
day-to-day bread.

They travel to the Pacific, having various adventures on the way, even
to the point of acquiring a charming young lady passenger, with whom the
hero falls in love.

We will leave you to find out what happened then, but we can be sure you
will enjoy the book. NH.
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FOR TREASURE BOUND

BY HARRY COLLINGWOOD

CHAPTER ONE.

THE WRECK.

It was the last week in the month of November, 18--.

The weather, for some days previous, had been unusually boisterous for
the time of year, and had culminated, on the morning on which my story
opens, in a "November gale" from the south-west, exceeding in violence
any previous gale within the memory of "the oldest inhabitant" of the
locality. This is saying a great deal, for I was at the time living in
Weymouth, a most delightful summer resort, where, however, the feelings
are likely to be more or less harrowed every winter by fearful wrecks on
the far-famed and much-dreaded Chesil Beach, which connects the mis-
named _island_ of Portland with the mainland.

We had dined, as usual, at the primitive hour of one o'clock; and with
Bob Trunnion--about whom I shall have more to say anon--I had turned out
under the verandah to enj