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Westward Ho!

CHAPTER I
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But when he saw the sailors, one after another, having turned it over a while, come forward and offer to join Mr.Oxenham, his soul burned within him for a nearer view of that wondrous horn, as magical in its effects as that of Tristrem, or the enchanter's in Ariosto; and when the group had somewhat broken up, and Oxenham was going into the tavern with his recruits, he asked boldly for a nearer sight of the marvel, which was granted at once.
And now to his astonished gaze displayed themselves cities and harbors, dragons and elephants, whales which fought with sharks, plate ships of Spain, islands with apes and palm-trees, each with its name over-written, and here and there, "Here is gold;" and again, "Much gold and silver;" inserted most probably, as the words were in English, by the hands of Mr.Oxenham himself.

Lingeringly and longingly the boy turned it round and round, and thought the owner of it more fortunate than Khan or Kaiser.

Oh, if he could but possess that horn, what needed he on earth beside to make him blest! "I say, will you sell this ?" "Yea, marry, or my own soul, if I can get the worth of it." "I want the horn,--I don't want your soul; it's somewhat of a stale sole, for aught I know; and there are plenty of fresh ones in the bay." And therewith, after much fumbling, he pulled out a tester (the only one he had), and asked if that would buy it?
"That! no, nor twenty of them." The boy thought over what a good knight-errant would do in such case, and then answered, "Tell you what: I'll fight you for it." "Thank 'ee, sir! "Break the jackanapes's head for him, Yeo," said Oxenham.
"Call me jackanapes again, and I break yours, sir." And the boy lifted his fist fiercely.
Oxenham looked at him a minute smilingly.

"Tut! tut! my man, hit one of your own size, if you will, and spare little folk like me!" "If I have a boy's age, sir, I have a man's fist.

I shall be fifteen years old this month, and know how to answer any one who insults me." "Fifteen, my young cockerel?
you look liker twenty," said Oxenham, with an admiring glance at the lad's broad limbs, keen blue eyes, curling golden locks, and round honest face.


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