If The Spray Discovered No Continents On

Was The Crew Well? Was I Not? I Had Profited In Many Ways By The Voyage. I Had Even Gained Flesh, And Actually Weighed A Pound More Than When I Sailed From Boston.

But Where, After All, Would Be The Poetry Of The Sea Were There No Wild Waves?

On This Day There Was Soon Wind Enough And To Spare. The Same Might Have Been Said Of The Sea. The Spray Was In The Midst Of The Turbulent Gulf Stream Itself. She Was Jumping Like A Porpoise Over The Uneasy Waves

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.

I Had Already Found That It Was Not Good To Be Alone, And So I Made Companionship With What There Was Around Me, Sometimes With The Universe And Sometimes With My Own Insignificant Self; But My Books Were Always My Friends, Let Fail All Else.