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Page ix - Here is a man who may be described as a true romantic. At the end of a life devoted to wanderings which took him nowhere and adventures which have gotten him neither fame nor wealth, he sits down to write, convinced that nothing like this had ever happened to a man before. "And so I yarn along...
Page 5 - There was another to be reckoned with — the village schoolmaster. Short and stubby He was, with a black beard, and a pug nose, and eyes that were always searching for the bad that might be in a boy. I branded him one time with a glass ink-bottle over his heathery eyebrows.
Page 7 - Our home overlooked the sea, and, within easy view, ships passed on their way to lands beyond the horizon. To a boy of ten with a romantic...
Page 8 - I did not appreciate — a well-nourished, strongly-proportioned young frame, fit for fighting and endurance, an eye more than usually steady, and an unusual knowledge of that most difficult seamanship, navigation of small boats along a rocky coast.
Page xi - There is nothing in him of the old conquistador breed, those men who landed upon terrifying coasts, and seem to have had a demon within them, so astounding are the feats of endurance recorded of them.
Page vi - Surely I may claim to know people, the good of them and the bad...
Page 7 - Left on the beach, I gazed with desire into a nothingness of lonesomeness, and longed to be a man that I might wrestle with the Devil or the Deep, and defy each.