...as The Day Wore On I Watched

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.

Nothing Escapes The Vigilance Of The New South Wales Police; Their Reputation Is Known The World Over.

I Was Born In The Breezes, And I Had Studied The Sea As Perhaps Few Men Have Studied It, Neglecting All Else.

My Ship Was Also In Better Condition Than When She Sailed From Boston On Her Long Voyage. She Was Still As Sound As A Nut, And As Tight As The Best Ship Afloat. She Did Not Leak A Drop - Not One Drop!

Captain Fisher, The Commander, With A Party Of Young Ladies From The City And Gentlemen Belonging To His Ship, Came One Day To Pay Me A Visit In The Midst Of A Deluge Of Rain.