In the grip of the Mullah: A tale of adventure in Somaliland

Perim !shouted Colonel Hubbard, placing bis hand to his mouth, and his lips close to the ear of his friend Major Bellamy. The island of Perim, or I am much mistaken. It lies in the Strait of Bab-el-M andeb, and has proved the destruction of more than one fine vessel. I can tell you that, on this dark night and with this fierce gale blowing, we are lucky to have caught even a glimpse of the light, and still more fortunate to have slipped by in safety. Now we leave the Red Sea, and run into the Gulf of A den, where we shall feel the full force of the wind and waves. However, what does that matter? Better plenty of water all round, even though it is lashed into frenzy, than a lee shore close at hand, a dark night, and no bearings to steer by. Halloa, theres the flash of the light again! Clinging with one hand to the rail which ran round the saloon, the speaker pointed eagerly into the darkness.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don\'t occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books\' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org