The three boys sail to the island of Mango, where a missionary has converted some of the population to Christianity. There they once again meet Tararo, whose daughter Avatea wishes to become a Christian against her father's wishes. The boys attempt to take Avatea in a small boat to a nearby island the chief of which has been converted, but en route they are overtaken by one of Tararo's war canoes and taken prisoner. They are released a month later after the arrival of another missionary, and Tararo's conversion to Christianity. The " false gods" [30] of Mango are consigned to the flames, and the boys set sail for home, older and wiser. They return as adults for another adventure in Ballantyne's 1861 novel The Gorilla Hunters, a sequel to The Coral Island. [31] [32] Genre and style [ edit ] Bite? Ay! he took it into his mouth, but the moment I began to haul he opened his jaws and let it out again.” Robert Louis Stevenson's 1882 novel Treasure Island was in part inspired by The Coral Island, [64] which he admired for its "better qualities", [6] as was J. M. Barrie's character Peter Pan; both Stevenson and Barrie had been "fervent boy readers" of the novel. [65] Novelist G. A. Henty was also influenced by Ballantyne's audience-friendly method of didactism. [23] Family Room– Ideal for those traveling as a family or a group, this room offers a single bed and a double bed and can accommodate up to six guests comfortably. Measuring in at just under 500 square feet, this room is a value! It features a private bathroom and comes with a refrigerator and coffee/tea maker.

For several days after the excursion related in the last chapter we did not wander far from our encampment, but gave ourselves up to forming plans for the future and making our present abode comfortable. August, E. R.; Brake, Laurel (1993), "Rev. of Joseph Bristow, Empire Boys: Adventures in a Man's World", Victorian Periodicals Review, 26 (4): 235, JSTOR 20082717 A fun and tropical restaurant located on the west side of Coral Island, Freedom Restaurant serves up a tantalizing variety of international cuisine. This restaurant is open from November to April when the island is experiencing its dry season. Islander Sports Bar and Restaurant Rawai Phuket Peterkin now shrieked with laughter; but his merriment was abruptly put a stop to by the gurgling noise occurring close to where he stood. Ralph Rover is a young man who has the sea in his blood, so naturally, and with his parent’s permission, he joins a trading crew sailing for Oceania. His mother makes him promise two things: to read the Bible every day and to pray to God every day. These he gladly promises.

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That’s true, Ralph. The day is pretty far advanced, and I doubt if I can make even one bow before dark. To be sure, I might work by firelight after the sun goes down.”

Herzberg, Max J. (1915), "Supplementary Reading for High-School Pupils", English Journal, 4 (6): 373–382, doi: 10.2307/801636, JSTOR 801636 Where’ll it spout this time, I wonder?” he said, looking about with some anxiety and preparing to run. Suddenly there came a loud hiss or snort; a fierce spout of water burst up between Peterkin’s legs, blew him off his feet, enveloped him in its spray, and hurled him to the ground. He fell with so much violence that we feared he must have broken some of his bones, and ran anxiously to his assistance; but fortunately he had fallen on a clump of tangled herbage, in which he lay sprawling in a most deplorable condition.

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a b c Rennie, Neil (2004), "Ballantyne, Robert Michael (1825–1894)", Oxford Dictionary of National Biography (onlineed.), Oxford University Press, doi: 10.1093/ref:odnb/1232 , retrieved 17 December 2013 (Subscription or UK public library membership required.)

Having been thus successful in launching our vessel, we next shaped the levers into rude oars or paddles, and then attempted to embark. This was easy enough to do; but after seating ourselves astride the log, it was with the utmost difficulty we kept it from rolling round and plunging us into the water. Not that we minded that much; but we preferred, if possible, to fish in dry clothes. To be sure, our trousers were necessarily wet, as our legs were dangling in the water on each side of the log; but as they could be easily dried, we did not care. After half-an-hour’s practice, we became expert enough to keep our balance pretty steadily. Then Peterkin laid down his paddle, and having baited his line with a whole oyster, dropped it into deep water. This was true, and I felt very thankful for our escape. On examining the spot more narrowly, we found that it lay close to the foot of a very rugged precipice, from which stones of various sizes were always tumbling at intervals. Indeed, the numerous fragments lying scattered all round might have suggested the cause of the sound had we not been too suddenly alarmed to think of anything. The pole which Peterkin had cut was full twelve feet long, being a very strong but light and tough young tree, which merely required thinning at the butt to be a serviceable weapon. Lessing, Doris; Ousby, Ian (1993), The Cambridge Guide to Literature in English (2nded.), Cambridge University Press, ISBN 978-0-521-44086-8 For some years I was happy in visiting the seaports, and in coasting along the shores, of my native land. My Christian name was Ralph; and my comrades added to this the name of Rover, in consequence of the passion which I always evinced for travelling. Rover was not my real name; but as I never received any other, I came at last to answer to it as naturally as to my proper name. And as it is not a bad one, I see no good reason why I should not introduce myself to the reader as Ralph Rover. My shipmates were kind, good-natured fellows, and they and I got on very well together. They did, indeed, very frequently make game of and banter me, but not unkindly; and I overheard them sometimes saying that Ralph Rover was a “queer, old-fashioned fellow.” This, I must confess, surprised me much; and I pondered the saying long, but could come at no satisfactory conclusion as to that wherein my old-fashionedness lay. It is true I was a quiet lad, and seldom spoke except when spoken to. Moreover, I never could understand the jokes of my companions even when they were explained to me, which dulness in apprehension occasioned me much grief. However, I tried to make up for it by smiling and looking pleased when I observed that they were laughing at some witticism which I had failed to detect. I was also very fond of inquiring into the nature of things and their causes, and often fell into fits of abstraction while thus engaged in my mind. But in all this I saw nothing that did not seem to be exceedingly natural, and could by no means understand why my comrades should call me “an old-fashioned fellow.”At his very best Ballantyne manages to meld together progressivist scientific rationalism, the core civil decencies of Christianity and an exceptional ability for narrative pacing that makes books like this a joy to read, and not just a historic curio. Hidden away in the depths of Ralph Rover's reminisces there are profound and beautiful passages such as this from the closing chapter of the novel:- There he’s again!” cried Peterkin, his eyes flashing with excitement. “Look out! Now, then! No! Yes! No! Why, the brute won’t swallow it!” Much better; but we have no ropes to bind it together with. Perhaps we may find something hereafter that will do as well, but in the meantime let us try the tree.” a b c d McCulloch, Fiona (2000), " 'The Broken Telescope': Misrepresentation in The Coral Island", Children's Literature Association Quarterly, 25 (3): 137–145, doi: 10.1353/chq.0.1401, S2CID 143981168