Godfrey Morgan: A Californian Mystery

In which the reader has the opportunity of buying an Island in the Pacific Ocean How William W. Kolderup, of San Francisco, was at loggerheads with J. R. Taskinar, of Stockton The conversation of Phina Hollaney and Godfrey Morgan, with a piano accompaniment In which T. Artelett, otherwise Tartlet, is duly introduced to the reader In which they prepare to go, and at the end of which they go for good In which the reader makes the acquaintance of a new personage In which it will be seen that William W. Kolderup was probably right in insuring his ship Which leads Godfrey to bitter reflections on the mania for travelling In which it is shown that Crusoes do not have everything as they wish In which Godfrey does what any other shipwrecked man would have done under the circumstances In which the question of lodging is solved as well as it could be Which ends with a thunder-bolt In which Godfrey again sees a slight smoke over another part of the Island Wherein Godfrey finds some wreckage, to which he and his companion give a hearty welcome In which there happens what happens at least once in the life of every Crusoe, real or imaginary In which something happens which cannot fail to surprise the reader In which Professor Tartlet's gun really does marvels Which treats of the moral and physical education of a simple native of the Pacific In which the situation already gravely compromised becomes more and more complicated In which Tartlet reiterates in every key that he would rather be off Which ends with quite a surprising reflection by the negro Carefinotu Which concludes by explaining what up to now had appeared inexplicable ILLUSTRATIONS "Going! Going!" — Frontispiece Nothing appeared through the mist. "An Island!" There was the column of smoke. "A Canoe!" Of lions and tigers quite a score. GODFREY MORGAN. IN WHICH THE READER HAS THE OPPORTUNITY OF BUYING AN ISLAND IN THE PACIFIC OCEAN. "An island to sell, for cash, to the highest bidder!" said Dean Felporg, the auctioneer, standing behind his rostrum in the room where the conditions of the singular sale were being noisily discussed. "Island for sale! island for sale!" repeated in shrill tones again and again Gingrass, the crier, who was threading his way in and out of the excited crowd closely packed inside the largest saloon in the auction…