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Born to Wander: A Boy's Book of Nomadic Adventures

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2017
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And the grave is not its goal.
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.”

If there be anything in this world more lovely than a ship under full sail on a summer’s sea, I have yet to learn what it is. Look at the Gloaming Star yonder as she goes proudly bowing and curtseying westward over the Atlantic waves. A thing of beauty, a thing of life almost. Let us glance on board for a moment. How white the decks! almost as white as the beard of her commander Captain Blunt. Her woodworks are polished, her brass shines like yellow gold, the men are neat and tidy, and every rope is coiled and in its place on deck. Yonder on the quarter-deck sits Effie beside her brother’s friend. Her brother’s friend? Yes, but Effie’s husband now!

And Leonard himself is at the wheel.

Let us quietly drop the curtain then, while —

“The western sea is all aglow,
And the day is well-nigh done,
And almost on the western wave
Now rests the broad bright sun.”

notes

1

Dool, Scottice– Grief or sorrow.

2

Mawk, Scottice– a hare.

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