The boy aviators' treasure quest; or, The golden galleon (1910) (14753032325)

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Title: The boy aviators' treasure quest; or, The golden galleon
Year: 1910 (1910s)
Authors: Goldfrap, John H
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Publisher: New York, Hurst
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN



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nd rigging are like no ship that sails the seato-day. There*s another ship over on the horizon, criedHarry, looks like a wreck. Ben took the glasses once more. Its the wreck of a barque, he announced. Guess its the one that Bluewater Bill was cast awayon. If it is, that must be the galleon over yonder,cause Bill said she was close to his ship, and I guessvessels dont change their relative positions much inthis place. As the Golden Eagle rapidly approached the ancientvessel the boys went nearly wild with excitement. The glasses were constantly trained on her andwhen Harry, who had kept the binoculars fixed on thevessels stern, announced in a voice that quivered withsuspense: I can see her name—its Buena Ventura all right,*they all broke into a shout. The goal was reached at last then. Frank sent the Golden Eagle swinging in a longgraceful circle round the galleon, from whose tallmasts still hung fragments of rotting sails, and finallysettled alongside her towering wooden sides, which
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I can see her name—its Buena Ventura all right «.^^^iiE2iii2^ BOY AVIATORS TREASURE QUEST. 225 still bore tracings of the gilding and paint with whichthe old Spaniards loved to decorate their vessels. Herlofty stern was a mass of splendid carving and giltwork. In its centre, in faded paint was the figure of awoman, surrounded by stars and other heavenlybodies. The vessels stern cabin windows also wererichly embossed and gilded. If theres as much gold inside her as there is outwell all be millionaires! exclaimed Ben. How are we going to get aboard ? questionedFrank, as he gazed at the high, smooth sides. Yes, thats a problem. I dont see the rope Blue-water Bill used either. It must have rotted away,rejoined Ben. * Lets circle round her, he went on, ** maybe I cansee a foothold and then I can get aboard and let downa rope to you boys. Accordingly, the Golden Eagle was steered slowlyround the great hull, and finally Ben selected a placeto clamber up among the fretwork below the heel o