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Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne
Charles John Cutcliffe Wright Hyne (1866–1944) was a British novelist best known for his adventure and science fiction works. He gained fame with his novel "The Lost Continent: The Story of Atlantis," which presented a vivid account of the destruction of the mythical Atlantis. Hyne also wrote a series of stories featuring Captain Kettle, a rugged and adventurous sea captain. Beyond his fiction, Hyne contributed to magazines and wrote under the pseudonym "Weatherby Chesney" for some of his works.
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CHAPTER I IN QUARANTINE "The pay is small enough," said Captain Kettle, staring at the blue paper. "It's a bit hard for a man of my age and experience to come down to a job like piloting, on eight pound a month and my grub." "All right, Capt'n," replied the agent. "You needn't tell me what I know already. The pay's miserable, the climate's vile, and...
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THE LEGATEES OF DEUCALION We were both of us not a little stiff as the result of sleeping out in the open all that night, for even in Grand Canary the dew-fall and the comparative chill of darkness are not to be trifled with. For myself on these occasions I like a bit of a run as an early refresher. But here on this rough ground in the middle of the island there were not three yards of level to be...
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BIG GAME. ... The first shot was just a rib too far back, and though it staggered him, he didn't stop to it. Out tinkled cartridge number one and in went a second, and "cluck" said the breech-block. And then as he slewed round, I got the next bullet home, bang behind the shoulder. That did it. He tucked down his long Roman nose, and went heels over tip like a shot rabbit; and when a big...
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