The Coral Island, by R. M. Ballantyne

Transcribed from the 1884 Thomas Nelson and Sons edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org

The Coral Island: A Tale of the Pacific Ocean

by

ROBERT MICHAEL BALLANTYNE,
author of “hudson’s bay; or, every-day life in the wilds of north america;
”snow-flakes and sun-beams; or, the young fur-traders;”
“ungava: a tale of the esquimaux,” etc., etc.

with illustrations by dalziel.

London:
THOMAS NELSON AND SONS, PATERNOSTER ROW.
edinburgh; and new york.
1884.

Preface

I was a boy when I went through the wonderful adventures herein set down.  With the memory of my boyish feelings strong upon me, I present my book specially to boys, in the earnest hope that they may derive valuable information, much pleasure, great profit, and unbounded amusement from its pages.

One word more.  If there is any boy or man who loves to be melancholy and morose, and who cannot enter with kindly sympathy into the regions of fun, let me seriously advise him to shut my book and put it away.  It is not meant for him.

RALPH ROVER

CHAPTER I.

The beginning—My early life and character—I thirst for adventure in foreign lands and go to sea.

Roving has always been, and still is, my ruling passion, the joy of my heart, the very sunshine of my existence.  In childhood, in boyhood, and in man’s estate, I have been a rover; not a mere rambler among the woody glens and upon the hill-tops of my own native land, but an enthusiastic rover throughout the length and breadth of the wide wide world.

It was a wild, black night of howling storm, the night in which I was born on the foaming bosom of the broad Atlantic Ocean.  My father was a sea-captain; my grandfather was a sea-captain; my great-grandfather had been a marine.  Nobody could tell positively what occupation his father had followed; but my dear mother used to assert that he had been a midshipman, whose grandfather, on the mother’s side, had been an admiral in the royal navy.  At anyrate we knew that, as far back as our family could be traced, it had been intimately connected with the great watery waste.  Indeed this was the case on both sides of the house; for my mother always went to sea with my father on his long voyages, and so spent the greater part of her life upon the water.