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Moby Dick, or the Whale by Herman Melville 4-7 Free Adventure Audiobook Children's Library.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this reading by stuart wills moby dick by herman melville chapters four through seven

chapter four the counter pain upon waking next morning about daylight i found queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner you had almost thought i had been his wife the counterpane was of patchwork full of odd little party-colored squares and triangles and this arm of his tattooed all over with an interminable cretan labyrinth of a figure no two parts of which were of one precise shade owing i suppose to his keeping his arm at sea unmethodically in sun and shade his shirt sleeves irregularly rolled up at various times this same arm of his i say looked for all the world like a strip of that same patchwork quilt indeed partly lying on it as the arm did when i first awoke i could hardly tell it from the quilt they so blended their hues together and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that i could tell that queequeg was hugging me my sensations were strange let me try to explain them when i was a child i well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me whether it was a reality or a dream i never could entirely settle the circumstance was this i had been cutting up some caper or other i think it was trying to crawl up the chimney as i had seen a little sweep do a few days previous and my stepmother who somehow or other was all the time whipping me or sending me to bed supperless my mother dragged me by the legs out of the chimney and packed me off to bed though it was only two o'clock in the afternoon of the 21st june the longest day of the year in our hemisphere i felt dreadfully but there was no help for it so upstairs i went to my little room in the third floor undressed myself as slowly as possible so as to kill time and with a bitter sigh got between the sheets i lay there dismally calculating that sixteen entire hours must elapse before i could hope for a resurrection sixteen hours in bed the small of my back ached to think of it and it was so light too the sun shining in at the window and a great rattling of coaches in the streets and the sound of gay voices all over the house i felt worse and worse at last i got up dressed and softly going down in my stocking feet sought out my stepmother and suddenly threw myself at her feet beseeching her as a particular favor to give me a good slippering for my misbehavior anything indeed but condemning me to lie a bed for such an endurable length of time but she was the best and most conscientious of stepmothers and back i had to go to my room for several hours i lay there broad awake feeling a great deal worse than i have ever done since even from the greatest subsequent misfortunes at last i must have fallen into a troubled nightmare of a doze and slowly waking from it half steeped in dreams i opened my eyes and the before sunlit room was now wrapped in outer darkness instantly i felt a shock running through all my frame nothing was to be seen and nothing was to be heard but a supernatural hand seemed placed in mine my arm hung over the counter pain and the nameless unimaginable silent form or phantom to which the hand belonged seemed closely seated by my bedside for what seemed ages piled on ages i lay there frozen with the most awful fears not daring to drag away my hand yet ever thinking that if i could but stir it one single inch the horrid spell would be broken i knew not how this consciousness at last glided away from me but waking in the morning i shudderingly remembered it all and for days and weeks and months afterwards i lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery nay to this very hour i often puzzle myself with it now take away the awful fear and my sensations at...

Moby Dick, or the Whale by Herman Melville 4-7 Free Adventure Audiobook Children's Library.

this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org this reading by stuart wills moby dick by herman melville chapters four through seven

chapter four the counter pain upon waking next morning about daylight i found queequeg's arm thrown over me in the most loving and affectionate manner you had almost thought i had been his wife the counterpane was of patchwork full of odd little party-colored squares and triangles and this arm of his tattooed all over with an interminable cretan labyrinth of a figure no two parts of which were of one precise shade owing i suppose to his keeping his arm at sea unmethodically in sun and shade his shirt sleeves irregularly rolled up at various times this same arm of his i say looked for all the world like a strip of that same patchwork quilt indeed partly lying on it as the arm did when i first awoke i could hardly tell it from the quilt they so blended their hues together and it was only by the sense of weight and pressure that i could tell that queequeg was hugging me my sensations were strange let me try to explain them when i was a child i well remember a somewhat similar circumstance that befell me whether it was a reality or a dream i never could entirely settle the circumstance was this i had been cutting up some caper or other i think it was trying to crawl up the chimney as i had seen a little sweep do a few days previous and my stepmother who somehow or other was all the time whipping me or sending me to bed supperless my mother dragged me by the legs out of the chimney and packed me off to bed though it was only two o'clock in the afternoon of the 21st june the longest day of the year in our hemisphere i felt dreadfully but there was no help for it so upstairs i went to my little room in the third floor undressed myself as slowly as possible so as to kill time and with a bitter sigh got between the sheets i lay there dismally calculating that sixteen entire hours must elapse before i could hope for a resurrection sixteen hours in bed the small of my back ached to think of it and it was so light too the sun shining in at the window and a great rattling of coaches in the streets and the sound of gay voices all over the house i felt worse and worse at last i got up dressed and softly going down in my stocking feet sought out my stepmother and suddenly threw myself at her feet beseeching her as a particular favor to give me a good slippering for my misbehavior anything indeed but condemning me to lie a bed for such an endurable length of time but she was the best and most conscientious of stepmothers and back i had to go to my room for several hours i lay there broad awake feeling a great deal worse than i have ever done since even from the greatest subsequent misfortunes at last i must have fallen into a troubled nightmare of a doze and slowly waking from it half steeped in dreams i opened my eyes and the before sunlit room was now wrapped in outer darkness instantly i felt a shock running through all my frame nothing was to be seen and nothing was to be heard but a supernatural hand seemed placed in mine my arm hung over the counter pain and the nameless unimaginable silent form or phantom to which the hand belonged seemed closely seated by my bedside for what seemed ages piled on ages i lay there frozen with the most awful fears not daring to drag away my hand yet ever thinking that if i could but stir it one single inch the horrid spell would be broken i knew not how this consciousness at last glided away from me but waking in the morning i shudderingly remembered it all and for days and weeks and months afterwards i lost myself in confounding attempts to explain the mystery nay to this very hour i often puzzle myself with it now take away the awful fear and my sensations at...

Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum 4 Chunky in the Mud Free Kids' Audiobook.
chapter 4 of chunky the happy hippo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org chunky the happy hippo by richard barnum chapter four chunky in the mud poor chunky was having a dreadful time never before had he been caught by a crocodile it would not have been so bad he thought in his hippo way if it had happened on top of the water there some of the big animals might have seen him and they would have helped him but down under the muddy river who could help him there junkie flopped about in the water sticking his feet deep down in the muddy bottom and pushing back as hard as he could trying to get his nose loose from the crocodile's teeth but the crocodile held fast to the hippo let me go let me go blubbered chunky speaking in a strange way because his mouth was partly closed by the crocodile indeed and i'll not let you loose answer the crocodile i want you for my supper at least he might have answered that if his mouth had not been busy holding fast to chunky's nose chunky pulled and pulled and pulled but still he could not get loose and the crocodile was slowly but surely dragging him out to a deeper part of the river when all at once there was a great splashing in the water and something big and heavy sank down beside the little hippo boy get away from here mr crocodile a voice shouted sounding like thunder under the water leave my chunky alone and then a great big body began pushing and shoving the crocodile and chunky saw that was his father who had come to save him mr hippo being big and strong squeezed the crocodile up against the hard bank of the river down under the water and nearly squeezed the breath out of him so the crocodile was very glad indeed to take his jaws off chunky's nose and let the little hippo go then with another shot of his big body mr hippo thrust the crocodile far out into the river the crocodile made a snap at mr hippo trying to bite him but the big hippo floated out of the way just in time and that was the end of the fight oh dear cried chunky to his father who swam up beside him underwater oh dear how my nose hurts yes i guess it does little chap said mr hippo come along with me and i'll get your mother to put a grass potus on it or you can hold it in the soft cool mud on the edge of the river that will cure it of course i don't mean to say that sick animals really doctor themselves but if you ever see your cat or dog eat grass you may be sure it is doing it because it feels ill so in a way it is taking medicine and if you have ever watched a dog one has been stung by a bee you may have seen him go to some place where there is cool wet mud that he can lie down in and so get some plaster on the song place to make it painless so he takes this kind of medicine in the jungle wild animals when they are shot or hurt by one of their own kind or by another kind get away if they can where they can drink water and let some of it wash up on their wound water mud and some kinds of grass and leaves are jungle medicines for the animal folk and that is what mr hippo meant he did not mean that mrs hibble would make a real grass pulse for chunky sorenos only that she might chew up some grass until it was soft and mushy and then her little boy hippo could lay his nose against it to make the bites of the crocodile feel better where have you been asked mrs hippo as she saw mr hippo and chunky coming home oh the boy got into some trouble one of those crocodiles said the father hippo in his own kind of talk we'll have to move away from here i guess if many more crocodiles come to this river jungle animals do move from place to place hippos monkeys and elephants especially they stay around one spot until they have eaten all the good food from there or until all the water is gone and then they move on to a new home sometimes they...

Chunky, the Happy Hippo by Richard Barnum 4 Chunky in the Mud Free Kids' Audiobook.
chapter 4 of chunky the happy hippo this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org chunky the happy hippo by richard barnum chapter four chunky in the mud poor chunky was having a dreadful time never before had he been caught by a crocodile it would not have been so bad he thought in his hippo way if it had happened on top of the water there some of the big animals might have seen him and they would have helped him but down under the muddy river who could help him there junkie flopped about in the water sticking his feet deep down in the muddy bottom and pushing back as hard as he could trying to get his nose loose from the crocodile's teeth but the crocodile held fast to the hippo let me go let me go blubbered chunky speaking in a strange way because his mouth was partly closed by the crocodile indeed and i'll not let you loose answer the crocodile i want you for my supper at least he might have answered that if his mouth had not been busy holding fast to chunky's nose chunky pulled and pulled and pulled but still he could not get loose and the crocodile was slowly but surely dragging him out to a deeper part of the river when all at once there was a great splashing in the water and something big and heavy sank down beside the little hippo boy get away from here mr crocodile a voice shouted sounding like thunder under the water leave my chunky alone and then a great big body began pushing and shoving the crocodile and chunky saw that was his father who had come to save him mr hippo being big and strong squeezed the crocodile up against the hard bank of the river down under the water and nearly squeezed the breath out of him so the crocodile was very glad indeed to take his jaws off chunky's nose and let the little hippo go then with another shot of his big body mr hippo thrust the crocodile far out into the river the crocodile made a snap at mr hippo trying to bite him but the big hippo floated out of the way just in time and that was the end of the fight oh dear cried chunky to his father who swam up beside him underwater oh dear how my nose hurts yes i guess it does little chap said mr hippo come along with me and i'll get your mother to put a grass potus on it or you can hold it in the soft cool mud on the edge of the river that will cure it of course i don't mean to say that sick animals really doctor themselves but if you ever see your cat or dog eat grass you may be sure it is doing it because it feels ill so in a way it is taking medicine and if you have ever watched a dog one has been stung by a bee you may have seen him go to some place where there is cool wet mud that he can lie down in and so get some plaster on the song place to make it painless so he takes this kind of medicine in the jungle wild animals when they are shot or hurt by one of their own kind or by another kind get away if they can where they can drink water and let some of it wash up on their wound water mud and some kinds of grass and leaves are jungle medicines for the animal folk and that is what mr hippo meant he did not mean that mrs hibble would make a real grass pulse for chunky sorenos only that she might chew up some grass until it was soft and mushy and then her little boy hippo could lay his nose against it to make the bites of the crocodile feel better where have you been asked mrs hippo as she saw mr hippo and chunky coming home oh the boy got into some trouble one of those crocodiles said the father hippo in his own kind of talk we'll have to move away from here i guess if many more crocodiles come to this river jungle animals do move from place to place hippos monkeys and elephants especially they stay around one spot until they have eaten all the good food from there or until all the water is gone and then they move on to a new home sometimes they...

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield 5 Highwayman 2 and Smithers Free Audiobook.

chapter 5 of radio boys in the secret service this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

radio boys in the secret service by j.w duffield highwayman number two and mr smithers there was nothing for guy and artie to do but obey the highwayman spoke and acted as if he meant business he flashed a strong pocket electric light illuminating the fog around them the muzzle of the pistol had an ominous appearance and the better part of valor seemed to be caution the fellow was of medium height and build and his voice was one of the strangest guy had ever heard later artie described it as a combination of a squeak and a roar at first guy believed this foot pad to be the one whom already had frightened a few minutes before but the difference in their voices convinced him otherwise perhaps they're working together he concluded we'll go said artie with surprise and coolness in response to the highway man's command as he stepped from the sidewalk to the pavement come on guy the latter followed and presently the man ordered them to a halt now spill out he commanded still covering them with the light and the pistol turn all your pockets inside out but the hunk of a horn was now heard a short distance away a motor car was approaching get over to the side till it passes was the highwayman's next instruction they obeyed and the motor went slowly by guy would have called for help but the weapon warned him to keep silence presently the boys were ordered back into the middle of the street now continued the man whose face could not be seen clearly because it was behind the light out with your valuables just drop them on the pavement and move on it won't hurt me to pick them up any gentleman ought to be willing to bend his aristocratic back once in a while you know you'd be a heap better off if you'd bend your back with a pick and shovel retorted artie boldly shut your traps [ __ ] the highway man ordered you don't look as if you ever overworked a muscle except your tongue you better glue that up again the roof of your mouth when you're in the presence of gentleman of my class you might get into trouble but i ain't got no more time to waste pull your coats off first and drop them i won't take them away and if you come back here in the morning you may find them again guy wondered at the term [ __ ] applied to his companion it was not light enough for the highwayman to distinguish the effeminate features of the hotel clerk and the latter's voice was not girlish i haven't got any money declared artie as he took off his coat and dropped it to the pavement now i don't suppose you have the foot pad replied but i don't want to miss any chances you might have a top and sewed up in the lining of your waist cut you know now off with that two meanwhile guy had been on the alert for a favorable opportunity to make a dash away in the fog but the highwayman was watchful neither of the boys had enough valuables on his person to make it worthwhile to risk the boring of a bullet through him in order to save them but suddenly there was an interruption to the proceedings without the least warning a hand shot out in the fog grasped the wrist of the hand that held the pistol and in a twinkling the weapon was rested away help lads get him by the legs this instruction came from the rescuer sharply and vigorously both boys sprang forward to obey but they were too late the highwayman broke loose and disappeared in the darkness blast the luck exclaimed the new arrival picking himself up from the pavement where he had fallen in the scuffle he was too slippery for me but my jujitsu training came in good anyway he added as he reached for the highwayman's pistol which he had dropped it's funny that gun didn't go off when it fell said artie it's too bad you didn't...

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield 5 Highwayman 2 and Smithers Free Audiobook.

chapter 5 of radio boys in the secret service this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

radio boys in the secret service by j.w duffield highwayman number two and mr smithers there was nothing for guy and artie to do but obey the highwayman spoke and acted as if he meant business he flashed a strong pocket electric light illuminating the fog around them the muzzle of the pistol had an ominous appearance and the better part of valor seemed to be caution the fellow was of medium height and build and his voice was one of the strangest guy had ever heard later artie described it as a combination of a squeak and a roar at first guy believed this foot pad to be the one whom already had frightened a few minutes before but the difference in their voices convinced him otherwise perhaps they're working together he concluded we'll go said artie with surprise and coolness in response to the highway man's command as he stepped from the sidewalk to the pavement come on guy the latter followed and presently the man ordered them to a halt now spill out he commanded still covering them with the light and the pistol turn all your pockets inside out but the hunk of a horn was now heard a short distance away a motor car was approaching get over to the side till it passes was the highwayman's next instruction they obeyed and the motor went slowly by guy would have called for help but the weapon warned him to keep silence presently the boys were ordered back into the middle of the street now continued the man whose face could not be seen clearly because it was behind the light out with your valuables just drop them on the pavement and move on it won't hurt me to pick them up any gentleman ought to be willing to bend his aristocratic back once in a while you know you'd be a heap better off if you'd bend your back with a pick and shovel retorted artie boldly shut your traps [ __ ] the highway man ordered you don't look as if you ever overworked a muscle except your tongue you better glue that up again the roof of your mouth when you're in the presence of gentleman of my class you might get into trouble but i ain't got no more time to waste pull your coats off first and drop them i won't take them away and if you come back here in the morning you may find them again guy wondered at the term [ __ ] applied to his companion it was not light enough for the highwayman to distinguish the effeminate features of the hotel clerk and the latter's voice was not girlish i haven't got any money declared artie as he took off his coat and dropped it to the pavement now i don't suppose you have the foot pad replied but i don't want to miss any chances you might have a top and sewed up in the lining of your waist cut you know now off with that two meanwhile guy had been on the alert for a favorable opportunity to make a dash away in the fog but the highwayman was watchful neither of the boys had enough valuables on his person to make it worthwhile to risk the boring of a bullet through him in order to save them but suddenly there was an interruption to the proceedings without the least warning a hand shot out in the fog grasped the wrist of the hand that held the pistol and in a twinkling the weapon was rested away help lads get him by the legs this instruction came from the rescuer sharply and vigorously both boys sprang forward to obey but they were too late the highwayman broke loose and disappeared in the darkness blast the luck exclaimed the new arrival picking himself up from the pavement where he had fallen in the scuffle he was too slippery for me but my jujitsu training came in good anyway he added as he reached for the highwayman's pistol which he had dropped it's funny that gun didn't go off when it fell said artie it's too bad you didn't...

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield 4 Seeing London in a Fog Free Audiobook

Radio Boys in the Secret Service by J. W. Duffield 4 Seeing London in a Fog Free Audiobook

Grace Harlowe with the Yankee Shock Boys at St. Quentin 5 Ill Luck Follows Teen Adventures.

chapter five of grace harlow with the yankee shock boys at saint quentin by jessie graham flower this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter five ill luck follows the overton girls who was the fellow who was so solicitous in brushing us off when we were getting into the car arstell frieda as they were whirled away on their journey to the evacuation hospital monsieur you mean i shouldn't dignify him by that handle i have seen him about the field hospital since we moved there but i never knew who or what he was he certainly is a polite old man these frenchmen do know how to be polite to women observed miss briggs monsieur as he is called at the field hospital doesn't happen to be french he is a belgian an old fellow who does odd jobs about the place a sort of half-witted fellow in some ways and in others rather too knowing his name is pharaoh why are you so interested questioned grace i'm not his attention to us rather rouse my curiosity regarding him that's all replied jl frieda war makes strange bedfellows reflected grace i suppose there are many who think we are queer and i am inclined to believe they are not far wrong in their estimate of us not in my case interjected miss briggs whatever i am i'm not queer i'm just an average normal human being eating and sleeping and moving about like any other sane person don't include me in your class mrs grace harlow gray no indeed i shouldn't think of such a thing retorted grace laughingly not at least after last night jael frieda did not reply though her nose went up a little and will be surprised to see us in paris i'm so glad she has her two weeks leave now while we are to be in paris continued grace hasn't anne proved herself since she has been in hospital work in france yes she has but anne always was a real woman next to yourself she is the finest bit of humanity i've ever known declared alfreda now now first you abuse then compliment me which am i to take as your real meaning begged grace laughingly both in other words i am in your estimation a sort of no man's land being nothing but a blank space between the lines thank you you should have been a lawyer chuckled miss briggs i defy any human being to get the better of you in an argument somehow you would manage to have the last word the rebuttal no matter which side you were on isn't it a woman's prerogative to have the last word there questioned grace sweetly some women agreed the young lawyers where upon both girls burst out laughing the drive to the evacuation hospital was made very quickly despite the fact that the roads were greatly congested with men and equipment being moved up toward the front preparatory to the great drive on germany's impregnable line of defense arriving at the evacuation hospital the two overton women reported to the officer in charge and were briefly instructed in what they were to do they were to be in charge of the wounded men and to be held responsible for them sending a woman out in charge of evacuated soldiers was something new he told them but it was the opinion of the commanding officer that they might prove better in this work than if they were men an orderly will accompany you and will be under your orders mrs gray he informed her he will attend to keeping the cars in order and perform such other duties as may be required will the men be provided with sufficient rations to see them through sir question grace yes one day's rations will be sufficient you will draw for yourselves an equal amount the train for paris is scheduled to leave in an hour and the men are being put aboard now that's all grace took her orders saluted and walked out paris tonight if they make it they will break the record for wartime trains if we see the french metropolis tomorrow i shall feel that we have made most excellent time she told herself as she strolled over to the station where she had left her...

Grace Harlowe with the Yankee Shock Boys at St. Quentin 5 Ill Luck Follows Teen Adventures.

chapter five of grace harlow with the yankee shock boys at saint quentin by jessie graham flower this librivox recording is in the public domain chapter five ill luck follows the overton girls who was the fellow who was so solicitous in brushing us off when we were getting into the car arstell frieda as they were whirled away on their journey to the evacuation hospital monsieur you mean i shouldn't dignify him by that handle i have seen him about the field hospital since we moved there but i never knew who or what he was he certainly is a polite old man these frenchmen do know how to be polite to women observed miss briggs monsieur as he is called at the field hospital doesn't happen to be french he is a belgian an old fellow who does odd jobs about the place a sort of half-witted fellow in some ways and in others rather too knowing his name is pharaoh why are you so interested questioned grace i'm not his attention to us rather rouse my curiosity regarding him that's all replied jl frieda war makes strange bedfellows reflected grace i suppose there are many who think we are queer and i am inclined to believe they are not far wrong in their estimate of us not in my case interjected miss briggs whatever i am i'm not queer i'm just an average normal human being eating and sleeping and moving about like any other sane person don't include me in your class mrs grace harlow gray no indeed i shouldn't think of such a thing retorted grace laughingly not at least after last night jael frieda did not reply though her nose went up a little and will be surprised to see us in paris i'm so glad she has her two weeks leave now while we are to be in paris continued grace hasn't anne proved herself since she has been in hospital work in france yes she has but anne always was a real woman next to yourself she is the finest bit of humanity i've ever known declared alfreda now now first you abuse then compliment me which am i to take as your real meaning begged grace laughingly both in other words i am in your estimation a sort of no man's land being nothing but a blank space between the lines thank you you should have been a lawyer chuckled miss briggs i defy any human being to get the better of you in an argument somehow you would manage to have the last word the rebuttal no matter which side you were on isn't it a woman's prerogative to have the last word there questioned grace sweetly some women agreed the young lawyers where upon both girls burst out laughing the drive to the evacuation hospital was made very quickly despite the fact that the roads were greatly congested with men and equipment being moved up toward the front preparatory to the great drive on germany's impregnable line of defense arriving at the evacuation hospital the two overton women reported to the officer in charge and were briefly instructed in what they were to do they were to be in charge of the wounded men and to be held responsible for them sending a woman out in charge of evacuated soldiers was something new he told them but it was the opinion of the commanding officer that they might prove better in this work than if they were men an orderly will accompany you and will be under your orders mrs gray he informed her he will attend to keeping the cars in order and perform such other duties as may be required will the men be provided with sufficient rations to see them through sir question grace yes one day's rations will be sufficient you will draw for yourselves an equal amount the train for paris is scheduled to leave in an hour and the men are being put aboard now that's all grace took her orders saluted and walked out paris tonight if they make it they will break the record for wartime trains if we see the french metropolis tomorrow i shall feel that we have made most excellent time she told herself as she strolled over to the station where she had left her...