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A Son Of The Sun

Auhtor: Jack London

Language: english
Published: 1912

Genres:

fiction,  action adventure,  short stories
Downloads: 192
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Review by A. Dent, November 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Summary of the Book 'A Son Of The Sun':

A number of lesser-known South Pacific tales.

Excerpts from the Book 'A Son Of The Sun':


... for me now, and I can understand why the niggers eat each other, and take heads, and such things. I could do it myself. So I call trying to do you out ...
... cutter. But the sun had got into his blood. At Tahiti, instead of taking a steamer home, he bought a schooner, outfitted her with trade-goods and ...
... by this sound that they were for the moment steering. The wind fell lighter, the scud of clouds thinned and broke, and in the dim glimmer of starlight ...
... but coming back he stopped for hawksbill turtle at the very beach where you say the mate of the Flirt was killed. Only he wasn't killed. The Banks Islanders ...
... to illumination shone in his eyes. And then I won't want to, you mean? Grief nodded. And that's the curse of it, Aloysius lamented. I really believe ...
... to the entrance and run back into darkness. I knew you waited till morning, and I followed. Great trouble has come upon us. Mataara has cried these ...
... but the pace Mauriri led them was heartbreaking. The broad path narrowed, swung to the right, and pitched upward. The last grass house was left, and through ...
... Rock, and its sides, covered with shellfish at sea level where the surf thundered in, were too precipitous for access. Here and there, where crevices permitted, ...
... use. The result had been a gorgeous mixed drunk, on a dozen different sorts of drink, ranging from beer doctored with quinine to absinthe and apricot ...
... thing severely to be condemned, a damned shame, this joking with heathen niggers, was the reply. Also, 'tis very expensive. Come below, Mr. Grief. You'll ...
... of evening the Uncle Toby turned and raced madly north across the face of the storm. It's nip and tuck, Grief confided to the mate a couple of hours ...
... I'll name it, Grief retorted, It's in your mind that the Emily L. was their schooner? Just that. They're raising and rotting the shell, while ...
... larger business and has more visitors. Goboto retorts that its resident population is smaller and that its visitors are thirstier. And the discussion ...
... you to twenty. Grief shook his head. Some mistake, I'm afraid. No, Deacon declared positively. I counted every card I took in. That's the one ...
... trader, and for a dozen years his service had been honourable and efficient, for Grief had proven the first man who successfully refused credit to the ...
... dismissed. As they left the compound, Peter Gee nudged Grief to look where Tui Tulifau reclined on the mats. The supercargo's shirt, stretched and bulged, ...
... now, though the weather sharps say it don't mean anything. All the same, I've got a prejudice against seeing it pump. Gets on my nerves, sort of, you know. ...
... the tragedy. The old man had always been cranky and erratic, and he'd played the despot on Hikihoho so long that he'd got the idea in his head that there ...
... now flung up and left on the sand-crest, A third wave buffeted it into fragments which washed down the slope toward the lagoon. If she blow I would as ...
... London Love of Life & Other Stories About About London: Jack London (January 12, 1876 - November 22, 1916), was an American author ...