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‘At last, running at the rate of two hundred and eighty six sea miles in twenty-four hours, we dodged out of the path of the hurricane, although the seas were still foamy and lumpy, and still paid sullen visits aboard occasionally.’

Two more chapters of the most rollicking of all rollicking yarns. Today, Ben has his hair permanently remodelled, old man Smith dies in strange circumstances, and feelings run high about a shark  that follows the ship for several days and awakens superstitions in the older sailors.

For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 2

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 4

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 5

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 6

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7

‘One night before the gentle purr of a southerly zephyr, we stole from Iquique when all the Chilean coast a solemn stillness held.’

Three more chapters of the most rollicking of all rollicking yarns. Today, our Shanghaied heroes set sail across the Pacific; meet  a big cyclone; and, amidst the storm and high in the rigging, a bloody murder is committed.

For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 2

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 4

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 5

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 6

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7

Three more chapters from Shanghiaed out of Frisco in the Nineties. This time, religious material in the lazaret; a trip ashore; and a sea possum.

‘To practise this black art of tarring, one hand clutches the jackrail; the other hand clutches a piece of canvas that serves as a brush; the tarpot is slung and moved in the best way available. The performer then stoops to conquer. And God help him if any drops reach the holystoned decks below! The great expanse of view exposed to me from the masthead gave me a good idea of the coast-line.’

For the rest of this series of posts:
Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 1

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 2

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 3

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 4

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 5

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 6

Shanghaied out of Frisco in the Nineties by Hiram P Bailey – part 7