Swallowdale (Swallows and Amazons)
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The second title in Arthur Ransome's classice series for children, for grownups, for anyone captivated by the world of adventure and imagination. SWALLOWDALE (originally published in (1931) follows the Walker family and friends through a shipwreck, a camp on the mainland, a secret valley and cave, and a tre through the mountains. Swallows and Amazons Forever!
“Is this a new wigwam?” asked Roger. “Have you just built it?” “New what?” “Wigwam. Log hut. No. It isn’t a log hut, because all the logs stand on end instead of lying sideways. And it’s round instead of square. I don’t see what else you can call it.” “It’s been called a hut for long enough,” said the old man. “Not but what your word may be right. And this hut’s old and new. They’ve always burned charcoal here when there’s been any burning done in Heald Wood. Happen some of those logs have
see the islands,” said Nancy. “Or the shore,” said John. “Not properly. It’s going. There it is again. Now I can’t see it at all.” A minute or two later the fog was so thick about them that they could hardly see the length of the boat. It was as if instead of air there was nothing but thick, damp cotton-wool and instead of water, a dull steaming plate under the wool. “Well, this is a go,” said Nancy. “Sing out as soon as you see anything, anybody.” “I wonder whether those two will be all
Roger, the ship’s boy, who was keeping a look-out, wedged in before the mast, and finding that a year had made a lot of difference and that there was much less room for him in there with the anchor and ropes than there used to be the year before when he was only seven. “You oughtn’t to say its name yet,” said Titty, the able-seaman, who was sitting on the baggage amidships, taking care of her parrot who, for the moment, was travelling in his cage. “You ought to say ‘Land, Land,’ and lick your
The morning was spent in mending the dam, now that the beck had gone down again after the rain. The afternoon and evening were spent in the cove, where Susan made a fire and they had their tea, going up to Swallowdale only in time for supper. There was still too much water coming down to let them go through under the bridge at all comfortably, and anyhow, they were feeling too glum about the fate of the Amazons to mind just crossing the road. After all, Nancy and Peggy had even gone home by it.
boy, giving Titty a pine-cone and running on to pick up another for himself. The able-seaman knew that Roger could beat her at throwing, but she threw her pine-cone none the less. Roger threw his but not quite in the same direction, so they had to measure the distances by stepping before they could be sure that this had really gone a yard or two farther than hers. “This is a waste of time,” said the able-seaman. “Besides, Peter Duck could throw yards farther than either of us if he wanted to.”