The Wizard of the Sea; Or, A Trip Under the Ocean

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Copyright, 1900 by THE MERSHON COMPANY

Hip, hurrah! Hip, hurrah!
Well, I declare; Mont Folsom, what is the matter with you?
Matter? Nothing is the matter, Tom, only I'm going to a boarding school—just the best place on the face of the earth, too—Nautical Hall, on the seacoast.
Humph! I didn't know as how a boarding school was such a jolly place, grumbled old Tom Barnstable. They'll cane ye well if ye git into mischief, lad.
Will they, Tom? What for? I never do any wrong, and Mont Folsom put on a very sober face.
Jest to hear the lad! Never do no mischief! Ha! ha! Why you're the wust boy in the town fer mischief, Mont—an' everybody knows it. A nautical school, did ye say. Maybe they'll take ye out in a ship some time in that case.
They do take the pupils out—every summer, so Carl Barnaby was telling me. He goes there, you know, and so does Link Harmer.
Then you an' Carl will make a team—an' Heaven help the folks as comes in your way, added Tom Barnstable decidedly.
But we are not so bad, I tell you, Tom, said Mont, but with a sly twinkle in his bright eyes.