We Didn't Mean to Go to Sea. Arthur Ransome

XV KEEPING AWAKE XVI DAWN AT SEA XVII SHIPWRECKED SAILOR XVIII LAND HO! WHAT LAND? XIX SIGNAL FOR A PILOT XX GROWN-UP NOISES BELOW XXI SURPRISES ALL ROUND XXII IN A FOREIGN PORT XXIII DUTCH AFTERNOON XXIV HAPPIER VOYAGE XXV LOST! TWO DAYS AND A BOAT XXVI “NOTHING TO DECLARE. . .” XXVII COIL DOWN

      ILLUSTRATIONS

       LANDING ON THE HARD

       AMONG THE MOORED YACHTS

       THE “BUTT AND OYSTER” AND ALMA COTTAGE

       ’SH! ’SH!

       FIRST AID

       CHART OF APPROACHES TO HARWICH

       HARWICH LOOKED LIKE AN ISLAND

       SHOTLEY PIER

       INSIDE THE GOBLIN

       MORNING DIP

       JIM ROWED AWAY

       GOODBYE TO ANCHOR AND CHAIN!

       THE BEACH END BUOY

       FENDING OFF WITH THE MOP

       POINTS OF THE COMPASS

       ALL BUT O.B.

       NIGHT ENCOUNTER

       PIN MILL

       LIGHTSHIP AT NIGHT

       THE LOOM OF A LIGHTHOUSE

       COOKING AND STEERING

       RESCUE AT SEA

       ON THE CROSS-TREES

       SIGNAL FOR A PILOT

       AHOY! AHOY!

       WHAT THEY SAW THROUGH THE PORTHOLES (I)

       WHAT THEY SAW THROUGH THE PORTHOLES (II)

       IN THE LOCK AT FLUSHING

       TIED UP IN HARBOUR

       THE MILK-CART

       MEETING THE SAILING SHIP

       ENTRANCE TO HARWICH

       TURBANED NATIVE

       To

       Mrs. Henry Clay

CHAPTER I

      A BOWLINE KNOT

      JOHN was at the oars; Roger was in the bows; Susan and Titty were sitting side by side in the stern of a borrowed dinghy. Everything on the river was new to them. Only the evening before they had come down the deep green lane that ended in the river itself, with its crowds of yachts, and its big brown-sailed barges, and steamers going up to Ipswich or down to the sea. Last night they had slept for the first time at Alma Cottage, and this morning had waked for the first time to look out through Miss Powell’s climbing roses at this happy place where almost everybody wore sea-boots, and land, in comparison