Ted was certainly correct when he prophesied a storm. And it was a real bad one, too. You can see that from the picture. They all crouched together in the box, while the water, swept over the raft. “My!” cried Gwen, “ I do hope the box will not be washed away.” “I'm sure it won't be,” said Richard. “I nailed it ever so tightly,'', “Whew!” spluttered Ted, “I've got a mouthful.”
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Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 11 August 1934, Page 10
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71Ted was certainly correct when he prophesied a storm. And it was a real bad one, too. You can see that from the picture. They all crouched together in the box, while the water, swept over the raft. “My!” cried Gwen, “ I do hope the box will not be washed away.” “I'm sure it won't be,” said Richard. “I nailed it ever so tightly,'', “Whew!” spluttered Ted, “I've got a mouthful.” Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXVI, 11 August 1934, Page 10
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