I once knew a writer who, after saying beautiful things about the sea, passed through a Pacific hurricane, and he became a changed man.

They made a shrewd guess that I could give them some useful information, and they were the first to meet me. Some one said they came to arrest me, and - well, let it go at that.

Anyhow, a philosophical turn of thought now was not amiss, else one's patience would have given out almost at the harbour entrance. The term of her probation was eight days.

I was born in the breezes, and I had studied the sea as perhaps few men have studied it, neglecting all else.

To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go. The tales of rough usage are for the most part exaggerations, as also are the tales of sea danger. To face the elements is, to be sure, no light matter when the sea is in its grandest mood. You must then know the sea, and know that you know it, and not forget that it was made to be sailed over.

To young men contemplating a voyage I would say go.

Nothing escapes the vigilance of the New South Wales police; their reputation is known the world over.