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Identifier: stnicholasserial372dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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aws of death; seven times hebrought back human freight, all alive and none 1910.) ERASMUS SMALL, SURFMAN 933 fatally wounded. Still there were three left.These three could not do as the others had done;they were wounded, broken-limbed from fallingwreckage. But Rasmus never faltered. Backhe went, although almost exhausted himself, andcatching a dangling rope, hoisted himself to thedeck. Stopping only for a breath, he raised thefirst injured man to his back. His plan was des-perate, but it was a desperate case. Waitinguntil the comb of a wave passed under the ship, motionless and utterly wearied, on the sand.Rasmus rested, too, for a few minutes, thentrudged bravely into the teeth of the gale to bringhis companions to the rescue, now that the rescuewas done. Hardly believing his amazing story,the keeper sent men with horses and cart, andmade ready beds and food and medical care. Allten rescued men lived. There had been thirteen on the barkentine.Three were swept away before the ship got
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Y STRUGGLED UP THE BEACH. Rasmus, human freight and all, jumped, ridingin on the back of the wave. Then the terrible undertow took grip on hislegs, and sucked, sucked, sucked, with the steady,lifelike pull that saps a mans strength with theterror of it. But Rasmus was cool, and Rasmusknew the sand and the sea. Perhaps a Hand wasstretched out to help him, but, at any rate, hegained the bank. Not only gained it once, butthree times, each time with a wounded man. Thenthere were none left. And almost with his leav-ing the broken mass of timbers once a noble ship,the hungry Saw-Teeth bit into it, and when Ras-mus looked again, there was no boat there. Naked, broken, bloody, bruised, wounded withwreckage and torn with wind and sea, the tensurvivors of the barkentine Priscilla sat or lay, ashore. And, in accordance with the law, an in-spector came down to investigate. The keeperhad no difficulty in showing that his man hadjust finished a patrol and was starting back whenRasmus came up —he

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