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(wow) Words Of Wonders Level 1129 Answers

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No name in the world is more beloved by young readers than BURT L. STANDISH.

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Over the years, his stories about Frank Merriwell have inspired thousands of boys who want to succeed in athletics.

Without preaching, Mr. Standish brings home proof after proof that righteous living is the only way to live. This is why Merivale stories have become popular.

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Frank Merriwell spoke. He was sitting on the deck of an ocean liner approaching the coast of Morocco. Next to him sat his old friend and former classmate, Ephraim Gallup from Vermont.

“A funny place, I must say. Not a bit like in the United States. But it’s a better view, not even the places we stopped in South Africa, oh my.

“Sleep well, Frank, and me too!” Hey, it’s terrible, the things that happened to us in Africy. No, I don’t want another dryness in me, with the gum!

As longtime readers of Frank Merriwell stories will know, Frank was now on an extensive tour of various parts of the world. He inherited a large sum of money after his guardian died and wished to travel before his guardian moved in. Frank was supposed to take a teacher and a male companion with him. Horace Scotch, the present teacher, was not with the youth, but Ephraim was, and the two had come from the lower coast of Africa, where they had had many adventures connected with “the journey of hunt by Frank Merriwell”.

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“Look, Ephraim! Frank continued. “On the shores of the blue Mediterranean lies Tangier, stretched out like a snow-white pearl. It’s a sight to get a blood run.”

“From here it seems fair,” admitted the Vermonter; “But according to your own statement about it, ‘it’s not so good when we get to it.

“That’s true, but for us it’s the gateway to a foreign country, a country of strange people, strange customs and countless wonders. Besides, I’m tired of the sea and I want to go back to the shore.

“On the chewing gum! I don’t blame you for that. But I like to go ashore where the people are civilized. I’ve seen plenty of UV and pagans.”

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“We are really fed up with them. But I don’t want to go home without going to Morocco.

Soon the ship started to slow down and finally it dropped anchor and the anchor chains shook.

“Hang up everything!” Ephraim cried, shaking Frank’s hand. “You must be joking there! A bunch of crazy animals coming to attack the ship, what do they want?

A few boats pulled up from the shore, and behind them a herd of ragged, half-naked Arabs, floating in the water, advanced towards the ship waving their arms and uttering strange cries.

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“Obviously it’s one of the weirdest things we’ve ever seen in this country,” Frank said quietly.

The lifeboats approached the liner, and the boatmen quickly put the passengers into it. Frank and Ephraim managed to board one of the steamers and demanded to pay their passage immediately after leaving the steamer.

The boats drifted towards a crowd of ragged, terracotta-colored men, some of them thigh-high in the water.

As soon as he approached this seemingly unknown creature, he ran on the boats. The passengers were grabbed by the scraper belt as if they were going to be killed instantly.

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He slapped the old Arab on the back and knocked him down in an instant.

But ancient Arabia should not be confused in this way. Dropping water, he rushed over and struggled with the distraught youth.

Seeing that disaster was approaching, Frank quickly descended from the boat on the shoulders of a fat mulatto, where he sat in a comfortable position, waving his hat and shouting:

“Wait Dark Knight!” cried Ephraim, slightly blinded by the spray. “Get your filthy hands off me or I’ll…Wha-o!”

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Where there was a general jolt, the boatman and the Yankee boy threw the boat into the water, much to the amusement of the other passengers.

“Wait!” he shouted, standing up and shaking his fist at the surprised Arab. “Wait until we reach land, creature! I will correct you! “

“I’m surprised, Ephraim, that you’re going to so much trouble over such a thing,” Frank said calmly. Mr. Pale wanted to take you ashore as the water was too high for the boats to approach. You will see all passengers get off this way.

The boy from Vermont looked around to see if Frank was telling the truth. Women were carried on board in chairs, while male passengers walked on the necks of Arabs and blacks.

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“Val, why didn’t they give a boy a bite of what I was?” Ephraim snorted in shame and disgust. “They acted like a joke if they wanted us to kill the body.”

When he reached the coast, Frank paid for his and Ephraim’s transportation, as the old man, who was bothering the Vermonter, demanded payment.

Investigation revealed that there was a European hotel in town, and Frank found a pilot’s guide there.

Ephraim groaned as he left. He looked like a funny drop of water, but people on the streets weren’t laughing at him. He appeared imperturbable, indifferent, like a worm of little importance. The men avoided the boys, the women avoided them, and the children ran away in terror.

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“Real sociable people,” smiles Frank. “Judging by the way they act, you’d think we must be bloodthirsty savages.”

Almost everyone in the streets was covered with a long white woolen cloak, with a large hood, usually worn straight over the head, so that the whole town presented the appearance of a convent of Dominican friars.

Some of these hooded men walked gravely, slowly and quietly, with a dreamy look in their eyes, as if their thoughts were far away. Some were seated, motionless, staring, or squatting along the walls or at the corners of houses, like those enchanted in the “one thousand and one nights”.

On their way to the hotel, they passed through several narrow, winding streets lined with windowless white houses and small, ominous doors that they could not easily enter.

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In many streets, nothing could be seen but the whiteness of the walls and the blue sky above.

Almost every street was littered with rotting vegetables, feathers, rags, bones, and sometimes dead cats and dogs.

At long intervals, groups of Arab children were seen playing or reciting verses from the Koran with nasal buzzing.

Here and there the boys’ nostrils were invaded by the smell of garlic, burnt aloe, benzoin, fish and unspeakable things.

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On one side was a well, around which were a group of Arabs and Negroes busy drawing water from various vessels.

On the other side of the square, women in masks sat on the ground selling bread.

The little square was full of naked vagabonds, rich Moors, Jews, servants of the armies, who stood near their houses; Lots of musicians and beggars.

At this moment, a young veiled girl suddenly pulled away from the two men who seemed to be her servants, ran towards the boys with a cry of joy, threw her arms around Merivel’s neck and wept.

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Cries of surprise and anger rose from the men who had accompanied the young girl. Quickly pulling out curved shortswords from under their coats, they rushed at the boys.

“Give you a hand, Christian dogs! One roared, his sword bloomed,

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