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The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 22 the Quartrette Free Teens Audiobook.
chapter 22 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by gazina the riddle of the sands by asking childers chapter 22 the quartet his tour de force was achieved and for the moment something like collapse set in what in the world have we come here for he muttered i feel a bit giddy i made him drink some whiskey which revived him and then speaking in whispers we settled certain points i alone was to land davis demerged to this out of loyalty but common sense coinciding with a stronger version of his own settled the matter were more liable to detection than one i spoke the language well and if challenged could cover my retreat with a gruff word or two in my woolen overalls sea boots oil skin coat with a southwester pulled well over my eyes i should pass in a fog for a frisian

davis must mind the dinghy but how was i to regain it i hoped to do so without help by using the edge of the sand but if he heard a long whistle he was to blow the foghorn take the pocket compass he said never budge from the shore without using it and lay it on the ground for steadiness take this scrap of chart too it may come in useful but you can't miss the depot it looks to be close to the shore how long will you be how long have i got the young floods making has been for nearly an hour that bank he measured it with his eye will be covering in an hour and a half that ought to be enough don't run it too fine it's steep here but it may shelve further on if you have to wait you'll never find me and you'll make it use of a row got your watch matches knife no knife take mine never go anywhere without a knife it was his siemens idea of efficiency wait a bit we must settle a place to meet in case i'm late and can't reach you here don't be late we've got to get back to the yacht before we missed but i may have to hide and wait till dark the fog may clear we were fooled to come i believe said davis gloomily there are no meeting places in a place like this he is the best i can see on the chart a big triangular beacon marked on the very point of mammoth you'll pass it

all right i'm off good luck said davis faintly i stepped out climbed the maori glassee of five or six feet reached hard wet sand and strowed away with a sluggish ripple of the bulga on my left hand

a curtain dropped between me and davis and i was alone alone but how thrilled to feel the firm sand rustle under my boots to know that it led to dry land where whatever befell i could give my wits full play i clothed the fog briskly good heavens what was that i stopped short and listened from over the water on my left there rang out dulled by fog but distinct to the ear three double strokes on a bell or gong i looked at my watch ship at anchor i said to myself six bells in the afternoon watch i knew the value was here a deep roadstead where a vessel entering the eastern m's might well anchor to ride out a fog i was just stepping forward when another sound followed from the same quarter a bugle call this time then i understood only men of war sound bugles the blitz was here then and very natural too i thought and strode on the sand was growing drier the water farther beneath me then came a thin black ribbon of weed high water mark

a few cautious steps to the right and i touched tufts of marum grass it was memored i pulled out the chart and refreshed my memory no there could be no mistake keep the c on my left and i must go right i followed the ribbon of weed keeping it just in view but walking on the verge of the grass for the sake of silence all at once i almost tripped over a massive iron bar others a rusty network of them grew into being above and around me like the arms of a ghostly polyp what infernal spider's web is this i thought and...

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 22 the Quartrette Free Teens Audiobook.
chapter 22 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org read by gazina the riddle of the sands by asking childers chapter 22 the quartet his tour de force was achieved and for the moment something like collapse set in what in the world have we come here for he muttered i feel a bit giddy i made him drink some whiskey which revived him and then speaking in whispers we settled certain points i alone was to land davis demerged to this out of loyalty but common sense coinciding with a stronger version of his own settled the matter were more liable to detection than one i spoke the language well and if challenged could cover my retreat with a gruff word or two in my woolen overalls sea boots oil skin coat with a southwester pulled well over my eyes i should pass in a fog for a frisian

davis must mind the dinghy but how was i to regain it i hoped to do so without help by using the edge of the sand but if he heard a long whistle he was to blow the foghorn take the pocket compass he said never budge from the shore without using it and lay it on the ground for steadiness take this scrap of chart too it may come in useful but you can't miss the depot it looks to be close to the shore how long will you be how long have i got the young floods making has been for nearly an hour that bank he measured it with his eye will be covering in an hour and a half that ought to be enough don't run it too fine it's steep here but it may shelve further on if you have to wait you'll never find me and you'll make it use of a row got your watch matches knife no knife take mine never go anywhere without a knife it was his siemens idea of efficiency wait a bit we must settle a place to meet in case i'm late and can't reach you here don't be late we've got to get back to the yacht before we missed but i may have to hide and wait till dark the fog may clear we were fooled to come i believe said davis gloomily there are no meeting places in a place like this he is the best i can see on the chart a big triangular beacon marked on the very point of mammoth you'll pass it

all right i'm off good luck said davis faintly i stepped out climbed the maori glassee of five or six feet reached hard wet sand and strowed away with a sluggish ripple of the bulga on my left hand

a curtain dropped between me and davis and i was alone alone but how thrilled to feel the firm sand rustle under my boots to know that it led to dry land where whatever befell i could give my wits full play i clothed the fog briskly good heavens what was that i stopped short and listened from over the water on my left there rang out dulled by fog but distinct to the ear three double strokes on a bell or gong i looked at my watch ship at anchor i said to myself six bells in the afternoon watch i knew the value was here a deep roadstead where a vessel entering the eastern m's might well anchor to ride out a fog i was just stepping forward when another sound followed from the same quarter a bugle call this time then i understood only men of war sound bugles the blitz was here then and very natural too i thought and strode on the sand was growing drier the water farther beneath me then came a thin black ribbon of weed high water mark

a few cautious steps to the right and i touched tufts of marum grass it was memored i pulled out the chart and refreshed my memory no there could be no mistake keep the c on my left and i must go right i followed the ribbon of weed keeping it just in view but walking on the verge of the grass for the sake of silence all at once i almost tripped over a massive iron bar others a rusty network of them grew into being above and around me like the arms of a ghostly polyp what infernal spider's web is this i thought and...

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 21 Blindfold to Memmert Free Teens Audiobook

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 21 Blindfold to Memmert Free Teens Audiobook

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 20 Little Drab Book Free Teens Audiobook.

chapter 20 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

recorded by gazina the riddle of the sands by askin childis chapter 20 the little drab book

i found davis at the carbon table surrounded with a litter of books the shelf was empty and its contents were tossed about among the cups and on the floor we both spoke together well what was it well what did she say i gave way and told my story briefly he listened in silence dropping on the table with the book which he held it's not goodbye he said but i don't wander look here and he held out to me a small volume whose appearance was quite familiar to me if its contents were less so as i noted in an early chapter davis's library including tide tables pilots etc was limited to two classes of books those are naval warfare and those on his own hobby cruising and small yachts he had six or seven of the latter including knights falcon in the baltic calpers sailing tours mcmullen's down channel and other less known stories of adventurous travel i had scarcely done more than look into some of them at off moments for our life had left no leisure for reading this particular volume was no i had better not describe it too fully but i will say that it was old and unpretentious bound in cheap cloths of a rather antiquated style with the title which showed it to be a guide for yachtsmen to a certain british estuary a white label partly scratched away for the legend 3d i had glanced at it once or twice with no special interest

well i said turning over some yellow pages doilmann cried davis dolman wrote it i turned to the title page and read by lieutenant x r n the name itself conveyed nothing to me but i began to understand davis went on the name's on the back too and i'm certain it's the last she looked at but how do you know and there's the man himself asked that i am not to have seen it before look at the frontis piece it was a sorry piece of illustration of the old-fashioned sort lacking definition and finish but effective notwithstanding for it was evidently the reproduction through a cheap and imperfect process of a photograph it represented a small yachted anchor below some woods with the owner standing on deck in his shirt sleeves a well-knit powerful man young of middle height clean shaved there appeared to be nothing remarkable about the face the portrait being on too smaller scale and the expression such as it was being of the fixed photographic character how do you know him you said he was 50 with a grayish beard

by the shape of his head that hasn't changed look how it widens at the top and then flattens sort of wedge-shaped with a high steep forehead you'd hardly notice it in that the points were not very noticeable but i saw what davis meant the height and figure are right too and the dates are about right look at the bottom underneath the picture was the name of a yacht and a date the publisher's date on the title page was the same

sixteen years ago said davis he looks thirty odd in that doesn't he and fifteen now

let's work the thing out sixteen years ago he was still an englishman an officer in her majesty's navy now he's a german at some time between this and then i suppose he came to grief disgrace flight exile when did it happen they've been here three years von bruning said so it was long before that she has talked german from a child what's her age do you think 19 or 20 about that say she was four when this book was published the crush must have come not long after and they've been hiding in germany since is this a well-known book i never saw another copy i picked this up in a secondhand bookstore for threatens she looked at it you say yes i'm certain of it was she never on board...

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 20 Little Drab Book Free Teens Audiobook.

chapter 20 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

recorded by gazina the riddle of the sands by askin childis chapter 20 the little drab book

i found davis at the carbon table surrounded with a litter of books the shelf was empty and its contents were tossed about among the cups and on the floor we both spoke together well what was it well what did she say i gave way and told my story briefly he listened in silence dropping on the table with the book which he held it's not goodbye he said but i don't wander look here and he held out to me a small volume whose appearance was quite familiar to me if its contents were less so as i noted in an early chapter davis's library including tide tables pilots etc was limited to two classes of books those are naval warfare and those on his own hobby cruising and small yachts he had six or seven of the latter including knights falcon in the baltic calpers sailing tours mcmullen's down channel and other less known stories of adventurous travel i had scarcely done more than look into some of them at off moments for our life had left no leisure for reading this particular volume was no i had better not describe it too fully but i will say that it was old and unpretentious bound in cheap cloths of a rather antiquated style with the title which showed it to be a guide for yachtsmen to a certain british estuary a white label partly scratched away for the legend 3d i had glanced at it once or twice with no special interest

well i said turning over some yellow pages doilmann cried davis dolman wrote it i turned to the title page and read by lieutenant x r n the name itself conveyed nothing to me but i began to understand davis went on the name's on the back too and i'm certain it's the last she looked at but how do you know and there's the man himself asked that i am not to have seen it before look at the frontis piece it was a sorry piece of illustration of the old-fashioned sort lacking definition and finish but effective notwithstanding for it was evidently the reproduction through a cheap and imperfect process of a photograph it represented a small yachted anchor below some woods with the owner standing on deck in his shirt sleeves a well-knit powerful man young of middle height clean shaved there appeared to be nothing remarkable about the face the portrait being on too smaller scale and the expression such as it was being of the fixed photographic character how do you know him you said he was 50 with a grayish beard

by the shape of his head that hasn't changed look how it widens at the top and then flattens sort of wedge-shaped with a high steep forehead you'd hardly notice it in that the points were not very noticeable but i saw what davis meant the height and figure are right too and the dates are about right look at the bottom underneath the picture was the name of a yacht and a date the publisher's date on the title page was the same

sixteen years ago said davis he looks thirty odd in that doesn't he and fifteen now

let's work the thing out sixteen years ago he was still an englishman an officer in her majesty's navy now he's a german at some time between this and then i suppose he came to grief disgrace flight exile when did it happen they've been here three years von bruning said so it was long before that she has talked german from a child what's her age do you think 19 or 20 about that say she was four when this book was published the crush must have come not long after and they've been hiding in germany since is this a well-known book i never saw another copy i picked this up in a secondhand bookstore for threatens she looked at it you say yes i'm certain of it was she never on board...

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 19 The Rubicon Free Teens Audiobook.
chapter 19 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

recording by gazina the riddle of the sands by asking childers chapter 19 the rubicon

it was a cold vaporous dawn the glass rising and the wind fall into a light air still from the northeast our creased and sudden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to langook fogs and calms davis prophesied the blitz was a stir when we passed her and soon after steamed out to sea once over the bar she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze i should be sorry to have to explain how we found that tiny anchor boy on the expressionless waste of grey i only know that i hoped the layered incessantly while dave is conned till at last he was grabbing over side with the boat hook and there was the boy on deck the cable was soon following it and finally the rusty monster himself more loathsome than usual after his long sojourn in the slime that's alright said davis now we can go anywhere well it's not an eye isn't it we've settled that yes i suppose we have i was wondering whether it wouldn't be shortest to go inside the langaog after all surely not i urged the tide's ebbing now and the light's bad it's new ground with a watershed to cross and we're safe to get a ground all right outside ready about we swung lazily around and headed for the open sea i record the fact but in truth davis might have taken me where he liked for no land was visible only a couple of ghostly booms

it seems a pity to miss over that channel said davis with his eye just when the cormorant can't watch us we had not seen her at all this morning i set myself to the lead again averse to reopening a barren argument krim had done his work for the present i felt certain and was on his way by the shortest road to northern i and mehmet

we were soon outside and heading west our boom squared away and the island sand dunes just apparent under our lea then the breeze died to the nearest draft and left us rolling inert in a long swell consumed with impatience to get on i saw fertility in this failure of wind after a fortnight of unprofitable meanderings when we had generally had too much of it and always enough for our purpose i tried to read below but the vile squirting of the center board drove me up can't we go any faster i burst out once i felt that there ought to be a pyramid of cozy canvas aloft spinnaker's flying jibs and whatnot i don't go in for speed said davis shortly he loyally did his best to shove her along but puffs and calms were the rule all day and it was only by towing in the dinghy for two hours in the afternoon that we covered the length of langook and crept before dark to an anchorage behind baltrom its slug-shaped neighbor on the west strictly i believe we should have kept the sea all night but i had not regret to suggest that course and davis was only too glad of an excuse for threading the shields of the akumai on a rising tide the atmosphere had been slowly clearing as the day wore on but we had scarcely anchored 10 minutes before a blanket of white fog rolling in from seaward swallowed us up davis was already a field in the dinghy and i had to guide him back with a foghorn whose music roused hosts of seabirds from the surrounding flats and brought them wheeling and complaining around us a weird invisible chorus to my mournful solo

the fog hung heavy still at daybreak on the 20th but dispersed partially under a cat's paw from this house about eight o'clock in time for us to traverse the boomed channel behind baltrum before the tide left the watershed we shan't get far today said davis with philosophy and this sort of thing may go on for any time it's a regular automatic cyclone class 30.5 unsteady that...

The Riddle of the Sands by Erskine Childers Chapter 19 The Rubicon Free Teens Audiobook.
chapter 19 of the riddle of the sans this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox.org

recording by gazina the riddle of the sands by asking childers chapter 19 the rubicon

it was a cold vaporous dawn the glass rising and the wind fall into a light air still from the northeast our creased and sudden sails scarcely answered to it as we crept across the oily swell to langook fogs and calms davis prophesied the blitz was a stir when we passed her and soon after steamed out to sea once over the bar she turned westward and was lost to view in the haze i should be sorry to have to explain how we found that tiny anchor boy on the expressionless waste of grey i only know that i hoped the layered incessantly while dave is conned till at last he was grabbing over side with the boat hook and there was the boy on deck the cable was soon following it and finally the rusty monster himself more loathsome than usual after his long sojourn in the slime that's alright said davis now we can go anywhere well it's not an eye isn't it we've settled that yes i suppose we have i was wondering whether it wouldn't be shortest to go inside the langaog after all surely not i urged the tide's ebbing now and the light's bad it's new ground with a watershed to cross and we're safe to get a ground all right outside ready about we swung lazily around and headed for the open sea i record the fact but in truth davis might have taken me where he liked for no land was visible only a couple of ghostly booms

it seems a pity to miss over that channel said davis with his eye just when the cormorant can't watch us we had not seen her at all this morning i set myself to the lead again averse to reopening a barren argument krim had done his work for the present i felt certain and was on his way by the shortest road to northern i and mehmet

we were soon outside and heading west our boom squared away and the island sand dunes just apparent under our lea then the breeze died to the nearest draft and left us rolling inert in a long swell consumed with impatience to get on i saw fertility in this failure of wind after a fortnight of unprofitable meanderings when we had generally had too much of it and always enough for our purpose i tried to read below but the vile squirting of the center board drove me up can't we go any faster i burst out once i felt that there ought to be a pyramid of cozy canvas aloft spinnaker's flying jibs and whatnot i don't go in for speed said davis shortly he loyally did his best to shove her along but puffs and calms were the rule all day and it was only by towing in the dinghy for two hours in the afternoon that we covered the length of langook and crept before dark to an anchorage behind baltrom its slug-shaped neighbor on the west strictly i believe we should have kept the sea all night but i had not regret to suggest that course and davis was only too glad of an excuse for threading the shields of the akumai on a rising tide the atmosphere had been slowly clearing as the day wore on but we had scarcely anchored 10 minutes before a blanket of white fog rolling in from seaward swallowed us up davis was already a field in the dinghy and i had to guide him back with a foghorn whose music roused hosts of seabirds from the surrounding flats and brought them wheeling and complaining around us a weird invisible chorus to my mournful solo

the fog hung heavy still at daybreak on the 20th but dispersed partially under a cat's paw from this house about eight o'clock in time for us to traverse the boomed channel behind baltrum before the tide left the watershed we shan't get far today said davis with philosophy and this sort of thing may go on for any time it's a regular automatic cyclone class 30.5 unsteady that...

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember’d not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.

Look in thy glass, and tell the face thou viewest
Now is the time that face should form another;
Whose fresh repair if now thou not renewest,
Thou dost beguile the world, unbless some mother.
For where is she so fair whose unear’d womb
Disdains the tillage of thy husbandry?
Or who is he so fond will be the tomb
Of his self-love, to stop posterity?
Thou art thy mother’s glass, and she in thee
Calls back the lovely April of her prime:
So thou through windows of thine age shall see
Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time.
But if thou live, remember’d not to be,
Die single, and thine image dies with thee.