cleonibbles: 02 / ∞ pieces of literature that stole my soul “Now, Mister Mate,
cleonibbles: 02 / ∞ pieces of literature that stole my soul “Now, Mister Mate,” said Captain John, “let’s go and explore.” “The first thing to do,” said Susan, “is to find the best place for our camp.” “Not to easily seen from anywhere,” said Titty. “We want a flat bit of ground with trees to hold tents up,” said John. “And a good place for a fire,” said Susan. “Is it safe to leave the things here?” said Titty. “There might be a tidal wave, forty feet high, washing over everything.” “Not as big as that,” said John. “That would cover the island.” “Hullo, where’s that boy?” said the mate. The Boy Roger was exploring already. Just then he shouted from close to them, behind some bushes. “Someone’s had a fire here before.” Swallows and Amazons (1930) by Arthur Ransome -- source link