Excerpt: ..."I've got five other kinds of pills downstairs, for different maladies I am subject to, but none of them will take the place of Remedial pills." "Will any of them cure seasickness?" asked the dude, eagerly. "I can give you a remedy for seasickness, Mr. Clinton," said Mr. Holdfast, the mate, who chanced to overhear the inquiry. "What is ...
Excerpt: ..."I've got five other kinds of pills downstairs, for different maladies I am subject to, but none of them will take the place of Remedial pills." "Will any of them cure seasickness?" asked the dude, eagerly. "I can give you a remedy for seasickness, Mr. Clinton," said Mr. Holdfast, the mate, who chanced to overhear the inquiry. "What is it, Mr. Holdfast? I shall be really grateful, I assure you, if you can cure that beastly malady." "Swallow a piece of raw salt pork about an inch square," said the mate gravely, "and follow it up by a glass of sea water, taken at a gulp." "That's horrid, awfully horrid!" gasped Clinton, shuddering, and looking very pale. "It actually makes me sick to think of it, don't you know," and he retreated to the cabin, with one hand pressed on his stomach. "That young man's a fool!" said Mr. Timmins. "He knows no more about pills than a baby." "Nor do I, Mr. Timmins," said Harry, smiling. "I pity you then. My life has been saved several times by pills." "I'd rather live without them." Marmaduke sadly shook his head as he walked away. "That man's a walking drug store," said the mate, looking after him. "I'd rather go to Davy's locker, and be done with it, than to fill myself up with pills and potions." "You're looking chipper, my boy," said a newcomer, in a nasal voice. "Haven't been seasick, I guess." Harry recognized the voice of the Yankee inventor, Jonathan Stubbs. "No, sir; I have had very little trouble." "I'm goin' to get up a cure for seasickness when I have time-a kind of a self-acting, automatic belt-I guess there'd be plenty of money in it." "It would be a great blessing, Mr. Stubbs. Poor Mr. Clinton would no doubt be glad to buy it." "Do you mean that languishin' creeter with an eyeglass and spindle legs? What are such fellows made for?" "Rather for ornament than use," answered Harry, gravely. The Yankee burst into a loud guffaw, and regarded Harry's remark a capital joke. The voyage was to be a long one, and...
Green pictorial boards with picture of a newspaper boy on front. Book is in good condition with no marks or highlights. Some age darkening to pages and no dustjacket. No edition is listed so could be first. Missing pages 1-12 and no dustjacket.
Good. No dust jacket. spine ends bumped and frayed, front and back hinges crossed, some shelf wear on edges, pages have turned brown. 168 p. beige cloth over boards, footballer on front in black & orange, frontispiece illustration
Fair to Good in Imprinted Cover jacket. Hardcover Fiction Front Bookcase: A Horatio Alger moral tale about a boy rewarded for doing good, A hardcover, intact but loose binding at the tp, writing on the front flyleaf and a short pasted down newspaper clipping on the inside front cover. Thank you for shopping at an independent bookstore.
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