Jack Manly, His Adventures by Sea and Land

Excerpt: "It was the evening of the sixteenth of March. Exactly six months had elapsed since I left my father''s snug villa at Peckham, with its walls shrouded by roses and honeysuckle; and now I found myself two thousand three hundred miles distant from it, in his agent''s counting-room, in the dreary little town of St. John, in Newfoundland, writing in a huge ledger, and blowing my fingers from ...