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Rob Harlow's Adventures

by Fenn George Manville

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George Manville Fenn (1831-1909) was a British writer. He worked as a teacher in Lincolnshire, until he became printer, editor and publisher of various magazines. He had eight children with his wife Susanna Leake, whom he had married in 1855. Most of his works are adventure stories for young readers, featuring Explorers, Smugglers, young Adventurers and Seamen. His adult novels offer critical social commentary on Victorian England, especially reconsidering economic questions. His works include: Hollowdell Grange (1866), Featherland (1866), Christmas Penny Readings (1867), The Blue Dragoons (1875), A Little World (1877), Begumbagh (1879), Bunyip Land (1880), My Patients (1883), The Golden Magnet (1884), The Chaplain's Craze (1886), Quicksilver (1888), Lady Maude's Mania (1890), The Weathercock (1892), Real Gold (1894), The Queen's Scarlet (1895), The Black Tor (1896), A Woman Worth Winning (1898), Draw Swords! (1898), A Crimson Crime (1899), The King's Sons (1900), Fitz the Filibuster (1903) and others. --This text refers to an alternate Paperback edition.

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...ready to partake of thatwhich proved on tasting to be both palatable and refreshing. Then, somewhat unwillingly--for both Brazier and the lads were disposedto stay on shore to collect some of the natural objects so plentifularound them--they re-entered the boat; it was pulled into mid-stream, with the monkeys flocking down from the trees about the fire to pick upany scraps of food left, notably a couple of decayed bananas, and thenrunning quite to the edge of the water to chatter menacingly at thedeparting boat. The sail was soon after hoisted, and for the whole of that day and thenext the little party ascended the river, making their halts on theright bank, but sleeping well out in the stream, held by a rope mooringthe boat's head to a tree, and a little anchor dropped in the stream. Progress was fairly swift, and there was so much to see along the banksthat the time glided by rapidly; but at every cry of exultation on thediscovery of some fresh bird, flower, or insect, Shaddy only...