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LEAGUE 318
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OUTWARD BOUND.

OUTWARD BOUND;
OR,
YOUNG AMERICA AFLOAT
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CHAPTER I.
THE IDEA SUGGESTED.
"There are no such peaches this side of New Jersey; and you can't get
them, for love or money, at the stores. All we have to do is, to fill our
pockets, and keep our mouths closed--till the peaches are ripe enough
to eat," said Robert Shuffles, the older and the larger of two boys, who
had just climbed over the high fence that surrounded the fine garden of

Mr. Lowington.
"What will Baird say if he finds it out?" replied Isaac Monroe, his
companion.
"Baird," the gentleman thus irreverently alluded to, was the principal of
the Brockway Academy, of which Shuffles and Monroe were pupils in
the boarding department.
"What will he say when he finds out that the King of the Tonga Islands
picks his teeth with a pitchfork?" added Shuffles, contemptuously. "I
don't intend that he shall find it out? and he won't, unless you tell him."
"Of course, I shall not tell him."
"Come along, then? it is nearly dark, and no one will see us."
Shuffles led the way down the gravelled walk, till he came to a brook,
on the bank of which stood the peach tree whose rich fruit had tempted
the young gentlemen to invade the territory of Mr. Lowington with
intent to plunder.
"There they are," said the chief of the young marauders, as he paused
behind a clump of quince bushes, and pointed at the coveted fruit.
"There's no discount on them, and they are worth coming after."
"Hark!" whispered Monroe. "I heard a noise."
"What was it?"
"I don't know. I'm afraid we shall be caught."
"No danger; no one can see us from the house."
"But I'm sure there's some one near. I heard something."
"Nonsense! It was only a dagger of the mind, such as Baird talks
about," answered Shuffles, as he crawled towards the peach tree.
"Come, Monroe, be quick, and fill your pockets."

This peach tree was a choice variety, in whose cultivation the owner
had been making an elaborate experiment. Mr. Lowington had watched
it and nursed it with the most assiduous care, and now it bore about a
dozen remarkably large and beautiful peaches. They were not quite ripe
enough to be gathered, but Shuffles was confident that they would
"mellow" in his trunk as well as on the tree. The experiment of the
cultivator had been a success, and he had already prepared, with much
care and labor, a paper explanatory of the process, which he intended to
read before the Pomological Society, exhibiting the fruit as the
evidence of the practicability of his method. To Mr. Lowington,
therefore, the peaches had a value far beyond their intrinsic worth.
Shuffles gathered a couple of the peaches, and urged his companion to
use all possible haste in stripping the tree of its rich burden.
"Hallo, there! What are you about?" shouted some one, who hastened
to make his presence known to the plunderers.
Monroe began to retreat.
"Hold on!" interposed Shuffles. "It's no one but Harry Martyn."
"He can tell of us just as well as anybody else."
"If he does, he will catch it."
"What are you doing?" demanded Harry Martyn,--who was a nephew
of Mr. Lowington, and lived with him,--as he crossed the rustic bridge
that spanned the brook.
"Don't you see what I'm doing?" replied Shuffles, with an impudent
coolness which confounded Harry.
"Stop that, Shuffles!" cried Harry, indignantly. "My uncle wouldn't take
ten dollars apiece for those peaches."
"That's more than he'll get for them," added Shuffles, as he reached up
and gathered another peach.

"Stop that, I tell you!" said Harry, angrily, as he stepped up, in a
menacing attitude, before the reckless marauder.
"Shut up, Harry! You know me, and when I get all these peaches, I've
got something to say to you."
Shuffles was about to gather another of the peaches, when Harry, his
indignation overcoming his prudence, grasped his arm, and pulled him
away from the tree.
"What do you mean, Harry Martyn?" exclaimed Shuffles, apparently
astonished at the temerity of the youth. "I can't stop to lick you now;
but I'll do it within twenty-four hours."
"Well, don't you touch those peaches, then."
"Yes, I will touch them. I intend to have the whole of them; and if you
say a word to your uncle or any one else about it, I'll pulverize that
head of yours."
"No, you won't! You shall not have those peaches, anyhow," replied the
resolute little fellow, who was no match, physically, for Shuffles.
"If you open your mouth----"
"Hallo! Uncle Robert! Help, help! Thieves in the garden!" shouted
Harry, who certainly had no defect of