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Castlemon, Harry, [pseud.], 1842-1915

"Frank, the Young Naturalist"

"My goodness!" he continued, as he lifted them out of the
boat, "how heavy they are!"
And he began to untie the bag, and soon disclosed to the view of the
coast-guards, not the lemons, but almost half a peck of smooth, round
stones.
George and Harry, who could contain themselves no longer, rolled on
the bottom of the boat, convulsed with laughter; and several ready
hands tore off the coverings of the baskets and pails, and they were
found to be empty.
A more astonished set of boys one never saw; and, as soon as they
could speak, they burst out with a volley of ejaculations that will
hardly bear repetition.
"We've been chasing the wrong boat," said one.
"Yes," answered another, "and I knew it would be so. That Frank
Nelson is too much of a Yankee for us."
"The Speedwell--the Speedwell!" shouted another; "keep a good look-out
for her."
"Oh, you're too late," said Harry, with a laugh, "the provisions were
landed long ago."
"I don't believe it. I didn't see any thing of her."
"Of course you didn't," said Charles; "you were too intent on catching
the Alert.


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