Bøger af William Henry Giles Kingston

"Peter Biddulph," written William Henry Giles Kingston, is a gripping adventure narrative which follows the main character, Peter Biddulph, on his epic journey. Some stories are exciting and amazing. whereas others sneak up on you and draw you in. The story is set in the nineteenth century and revolves around Peter's search for a better life, which leads him on an unbelievable trip and trials. While making his way in the world, Peter faces various trials which test his courage, endurance, and resourcefulness. From shipwrecks to encounters with indigenous peoples, the novel weaves a magnificent tapestry of adventure and discovery. Peter's character evolves as he learns to deal with both the physical risks of his encounters and the complexities of human relationships.

""The Gilpins and Their Fortunes"" is a captivating tale written by William Henry Giles Kingston, a prolific 19th-century English author. Readers are compelled to keep reading because the title character is so self-indulgent. Some stories are violent and strange, while others creep up on you and slowly imbibe you in. Readers are drawn into the interesting world of the Gilpin family as they battle life's difficulties and pursue their riches. The plot is set in Victorian England and revolves around the Gilpin twins, Ralph and Rachel, who are orphaned and thrust into an unknown world. The plot follows characters as they seek for prosperity and contentment while dealing with the trials and tribulations of their time period. William Henry Giles Kingston skillfully weaves a story of persistence, camaraderie, and personal growth as the Gilpins experience a variety of adventures, catastrophes, and ethical quandaries. The story's finely depicted scenery and diverse people entice readers.

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Among all those Englishmen who, from a humble origin, have risen to an honourable position, Captain James Cook is especially worthy of record. His parents were of the peasant class-his father having commenced life as a farm-labourer, and his mother being a cottager's daughter. Probably, however, they were both superior to others of the same station, as the husband, in process of time, became farm-bailiff to his employer-a Mr Thomas Skottowe.

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Great African Travellers By William Henry Giles Kingston

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In 1809 the reigning Ameer of Afghanistan, Shah Soojah-ul-Moolk, was dispossessed of his throne and an exile. Runjeet Singh, the Sikh ruler of Punjaub, plundered and imprisoned him at Lahore, and obtained from him the famous Koh-i-noor, the great diamond which is now among the crown jewels of Great Britain. Eventually Soojah escaped from Lahore and became a pensioner of the East India Company. For many years after the fall of Shah Soojah, anarchy ruled in Afghanistan, until in 1826 Dost Mahomed established himself upon the throne at Cabul.

Few parts of the shores of old England present more beautiful and romantic scenery than is to be found on the coast of Cornwall. There are deep bays, and bold headlands, and wild rocks, and lofty cliffs, and wooded heights, and bare downs, and yellow sands full of the most minute and delicate shells, so delicate that it is surprising how they could have existed in the rough and boisterous ocean, and been cast up whole from the depths below. In one of those beautiful bays, many years ago, a large party was collected, on a bright afternoon in the early part of autumn.

The continent of America, if the stony records of the Past are read aright, claims to be the oldest instead of the newest portion of the globe. (According to some geologists, Labrador was the first part of our globe's surface to become dry land.) Bowing to this opinion of geologists till they see cause to express a different one, we will, in consequence, commence our survey of the world and its inhabitants with the Western Hemisphere. From the multitude of objects which crowd upon us, we can examine only a few of the most interesting minutely; at others we can merely give a cursory glance; while many we must pass by altogether, -our object being to obtain a general and retainable knowledge of the physical features of the Earth, the vegetation which clothes its surface, the races of men who inhabit it, and the tribes of the brute creation found in its forests and waters, on its plains and mountains

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The Wolf, a letter-of-marque of twenty guns, commanded by Captain Deason, sailing from Liverpool, lay becalmed on the glass-like surface of the Pacific. The sun struck down with intense heat on the dock, compelling the crew to seek such shade as the bulwarks or sails afforded. Some were engaged in mending sails, twisting yarns, knotting, splicing, or in similar occupations; others sat in groups between the guns, talking together in low voices, or lay fast asleep out of sight in the shade.

"Let fall the topsails, hoist away-up anchor, round goes the capstan-sheet home-haul taut the braces! and away we glide, to prove to our countrymen that British sailors have not been sleeping on beds of roses for the last quarter of a century since her gracious Majesty Queen Victoria came to the throne." So wrote our author some forty years ago.

I might find an excuse for being proud, if I were so, -not because my ancestors were of exalted rank or title, or celebrated for noble deeds or unbounded wealth, or, indeed, on account of any ordinary reasons, -but because I was born in one of the highest cities in the world. I saw the light in Quito, the capital of Ecuador, then forming the northern part of the Spanish province of Peru. The first objects I remember beyond the courtyard of our house in which I used to play, with its fountain and flower-bed in the centre, and surrounding arches of sun-burned bricks, were lofty mountains towering up into the sky. From one of them, called Pichincha, which looked quite close through the clear atmosphere of that region, I remember seeing flames of fire and dark masses of smoke, intermingled with dust and ashes, spouting forth. Now and then, when the wind blew from it, thick showers of dust fell down over us, causing great consternation; for many thought that stones and rocks might follow and overwhelm the city. All day long a lofty column of smoke rose up towards the sky, and at night a vast mass of fire was seen ascending from the summit; but no harm was done to the city, so that we could gaze calmly at the spectacle without apprehension. Pichincha is, indeed, only one of several mountains in the neighbourhood from the tops of which bonfires occasionally blaze forth. Further off, but rising still higher, is the glittering cone of Cotopaxi, which, like a tyrant, has made its power felt by the devastation it has often caused in the plains which surround its base: while near it rise the peaks of Corazon and Rumiñagui. Far more dreaded than their fires is the quaking and heaving and tumbling about of the earth, shaking down as it does human habitations and mountain-tops, towers and steeples, and uprooting trees, and opening wide chasms, turning streams from their courses, and overwhelming towns and villages, and destroying in other ways the works of men's hands, and human beings themselves, in its wild commotion. These burning mountains, in spite of their fire and smoke, appear but insignificant pigmies compared to that mighty mountain which rises in their neighbourhood-the majestic Chimborazo. We could see far off its snow-white dome, free of clouds, towering into the deep blue sky, many thousand feet above the ocean; while on the other side its brother, Tunguragua, shoots up above the surrounding heights, but, in spite of its ambitious efforts, has failed to reach the same altitude I might speak of Antisana, and many other lofty heights with hard names? but I fancy that a fair idea may be formed of that wonderful region of giant mountains from the description I have already given.

"The sea, the sea," if not my mother, has been my nurse (and anything but a dry one) from the earliest days of my recollection. I was born within the sound of old ocean's surges; I dabbled in salt water before I could run; and I have floated on salt water, and have been well sprinkled with it too, from that time to the present. It never occurred to me, indeed, that I could be anything but a sailor. In my innocence, I pictured a life on the ocean wave as the happiest allowed to mortals; and little did I wot of all the bumpings and thumpings, the blows and the buffetings, I was destined to endure in the course of it.

"I'll not stand it, that I won't, Master Digby. To think that you, a young gentleman who has plenty to eat and drink of everything that's nice, and more than enough, too, should come and put your fingers through the paper into my jam pots, which I've just been and nicely tied down, and all for mischief's sake, it's not to be borne, let me tell you. You've been and eaten up a whole pot of raspberry jam, and better than half a one of greengage. I wonder you are not sick with it. If you ever do it again, I'll leave your honoured father's service sooner than submit to such behaviour, that I will-remember, Master Digby." These exclamations were uttered by Mrs Carter, the housekeeper at Bloxholme Hall, the residence of Mr Heathcote, the representative of one of the oldest families in the county.

Look at yon smooth-faced blue-eyed lad; his fair locks escaping from beneath his broad-brimmed hat stuck to the back of his head; his blue shirt collar, let in with white, turned over his neck-handkerchief, which is tied with long streaming ends; his loose jacket, his wide trousers. You know the sailor lad at a glance. He is a well cared for apprentice under a kind captain. He wins your regard by his artless frank manners, and you think all sailor boys are like him. Then see that fine specimen of a man rolling along, with his huge beard and whiskers, his love locks, his dark flashing eyes, his well bronzed countenance, his bare throat, his dress, similar to that of the lad, but of good quality and cut to a nicety. He looks the hero of the sea, and so he is, and so he feels himself.

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""Owen Hartley Or Ups And Downs: A Tale Of The Land And Sea"" is a novel written by William Henry Giles Kingston and published in 1877. The story follows the life of Owen Hartley, a young man who grows up in a small village in England. Despite his humble beginnings, Owen has a strong desire to see the world and becomes a sailor. He experiences many adventures and challenges while at sea, including shipwrecks, battles with pirates, and encounters with exotic cultures.Throughout the novel, Owen faces many ups and downs, both in his personal life and in his career as a sailor. He falls in love with a young woman named Edith, but their relationship is complicated by their differing social statuses. Owen also struggles with the harsh realities of life at sea, including the dangers of storms and the difficulties of maintaining relationships with loved ones on land.Despite these challenges, Owen remains determined to succeed and make a better life for himself. He eventually rises through the ranks to become a successful captain and returns home to marry Edith. The novel explores themes of perseverance, love, and the pursuit of one's dreams, and provides a vivid portrayal of life at sea in the 19th century.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

A Yacht Voyage Round England is a travelogue written by William Henry Giles Kingston in 1879. The book chronicles his journey around the coast of England aboard his yacht, the ""Wave"". Kingston describes the various ports and harbors he visits, the people he meets, and the sights he sees along the way. He also shares his observations on the state of the English coast and the changes he has witnessed since his last voyage. The book is filled with vivid descriptions of the scenery and the sea, as well as anecdotes and historical information about the places he visits. A Yacht Voyage Round England is a fascinating glimpse into Victorian-era travel and maritime culture, and a must-read for anyone interested in the history of England's coastal towns and cities.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

""Adventures Among The Indians"" is a book written by William Henry Giles Kingston in 1884. It is a collection of stories about the adventures of various European explorers among the indigenous tribes of North and South America. The book covers a wide range of topics, including the customs, traditions, and beliefs of the different Indian tribes, their languages, and their interactions with the European colonizers. The stories are based on historical accounts and are written in a thrilling and engaging style that captures the reader's imagination. The book is a fascinating insight into the lives of the indigenous peoples of the Americas and their interactions with the European explorers during the colonial period. It is a must-read for anyone interested in the history and culture of the Americas.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

""Mountain Moggy Or The Stoning Of The Witch: A Tale For The Young"" is a novel written by William Henry Giles Kingston and published in 1866. The story takes place in a small village in England where a young girl named Moggy is accused of being a witch. The villagers, led by a superstitious and cruel old woman, believe that Moggy is responsible for a series of unfortunate events that have occurred in the village. Despite Moggy's protests of innocence, the villagers decide to stone her to death. However, a kind-hearted stranger named Harry comes to Moggy's rescue and helps her escape into the nearby mountains. Together, they embark on a dangerous journey through the wilderness as they try to evade the angry villagers and prove Moggy's innocence. The novel is a gripping tale of adventure, bravery, and the power of friendship. It also explores themes of prejudice, superstition, and the dangers of mob mentality. Written for a young audience, ""Mountain Moggy Or The Stoning Of The Witch"" is a timeless classic that continues to captivate readers of all ages.This scarce antiquarian book is a facsimile reprint of the old original and may contain some imperfections such as library marks and notations. Because we believe this work is culturally important, we have made it available as part of our commitment for protecting, preserving, and promoting the world's literature in affordable, high quality, modern editions, that are true to their original work.

We had come home from school much earlier than usual, on account of illness having broken out there; but as none of the boys were dangerously ill, and those in the infirmary were very comfortable, we were not excessively unhappy. I suspect that some of us wished that fever or some other sickness would appear two or three weeks before all the holidays.

The short summer of the North-West Territory of British America, the region in which the events I am about to describe took place, was rapidly drawing to a close. I had been sent from Black Fort, of which my elder brother Alick had charge, with Sandy McTavish, an old follower of our father's, and two other men, to bring up ammunition and other stores as a winter supply from Fort Ross, about 150 miles off-a distance, however, of which we did not think much. The stores ought to have been brought up the greater part of the way by the Saskatchewan, but a canoe had been lost in ascending the rapids, and no other was at that time to be procured to replace her. It became necessary, therefore, at all costs to transport the required stores by land. We had eight pack-horses, besides the four animals my companions and I rode. We were all well armed, for though the Crees and other Indian tribes in the northern part of the territory were generally friendly, we might possibly encounter a party of Blackfeet on the war-trail who, should they find us unprepared, would to a certainty attack us, and endeavour to steal our horses and goods. We were but few in number for such an undertaking, but no more men could be spared. Sandy, however, was a host in himself. He thoroughly knew all the Indian ways, and from his long experience was well able to counteract them.

Our school was breaking up for the midsummer holidays-north, south, east, and west we sped to our different destinations, thinking with glee of the pleasures we believed to be in store for us. I was bound for Liverpool, where my father, a West India merchant, now resided. He had for most of his life lived in Jamaica, where I was born, and from whence I had a few years before accompanied him to England to go to school.

Some years ago two travellers, mounted on wiry yet strong looking steeds, were wending their way through a forest in Australia. They were both young and dressed much alike in broad-brimmed pith hats, loose red shirts, corduroy trousers and high boots with spurs.

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