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The Forward, by getting nearer the Pole, had got farther away from the coal repository observed by Sir Edward Belcher; instead of one hundred, it lay at two hundred and fifty miles farther south. However, after a short discussion about it between Hatteras and Clawbonny, the journey was persisted in.
There was an eminent, but retired physician of the name of Bard, who had a country residence on the other bank of the Hudson, and within a few hours' sail from Clawbonny. I knew his character, though I was not acquainted with him, personally.
The doctor breathed in the sea air with delight; he walked about vigorously in the squalls, and for a savant he was not a bad sailor. "The sea is splendid," said he to Johnson, coming up on deck after breakfast. "I have made its acquaintance rather late, but I shall make up for lost time." "You are right, Mr. Clawbonny. I would give all the continents of the world for a corner of the ocean.
They can take it immediately, as a summer residence; for I prize one hour passed here more than twenty-four hours passed there." "What, rebel! Even should I choose to dwell in your West-Chester house?" "You will be here, Miles; and it is on your account that Clawbonny is so dear to me. The place is yours, I am yours, and all your possessions should go together." "Thank you, dearest.
Clawbonny will never again be the Clawbonny it was." There was a pause, during which I fancied Lucy was struggling to repress some fresh burst of emotion. "Yet, Miles," she presently resumed, "we could not ask to have her recalled from that bliss which we have so much reason to believe she is even now enjoying.
I did intend to write to you, when a little better fitted to perform such a duty." "I thank you, cousin. The blood and name of Wallingford are very near and dear to me, and Clawbonny has always seemed a sort of home."
They've got what they call the Mill Prison there, and it's a mill that does grinding less to my taste, than the thing of your'n at Clawbonny. Why not go north-about, Miles? There must be few cruisers up that-a-way." "The road is too long, the weather is apt to be too thick, and the coast is too dangerous for us, Moses.
Hardinge remained at the rectory for the further duties of the day; but I rode home immediately after morning service, too uneasy to remain absent from the house longer than was necessary, at such a moment. As my horse trotted slowly homeward, he overtook Neb, who was walking towards Clawbonny, with an air so different from his customary manner, I could not help remarking it.
Just think how impatient I got; five minutes more and I should have lost my head! And so you are the commander Richard? You really exist? You are not a myth? Your hand, your hand! I want to shake it again. It is Richard Shandon's hand, and if there is a commander Shandon, there's a brig Forward to command; and if he commands he will start, and if he starts he'll take Dr. Clawbonny on board."
"Nasty game that, Mr. Clawbonny," he said. "It will make an excellent meal, on the contrary," said the doctor. "You don't mean to say you are going to eat that thing?" "And so are you, old fellow," said the doctor, laughing. "Poh!" replied Simpson, "but it's oily and rancid, like all other sea birds."
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