Cold are the feet and forehead of the earth, Temperate his bosom and his knees, But huge and hot the midriff of his girth, Where heaves the laughter of the belted seas, Where rolls the heavy thunder of his mirth Around the still unstirred Hesperides.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER II. — THE “HEBE MAITLAND.” CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'S NARRATIVE.
CHAPTER III. — THE HOTEL HELEN MAR. THE NARRATIVE CONTINUED.
CHAPTER IV. — SADLER IN PORTATE. THE NARRATIVE CONTINUED.
CHAPTER V. — END OF THE HOTEL HELEN MAR. CONTINUATION OF CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM'S NARRATIVE.
CHAPTER VI. — TORRE ANANIAS. WHY CAPTAIN BUCKINGHAM DID NOT GO BACK TO GREENOUGH.
CHAPTER VII. — LIEBCHEN. THE EWIGWEIBLICHE. THE NARRATIVE RESUMED, WITH THE LOSS OF THE “ANACONDA”.
CHAPTER VIII. — SADLER IN SALERATUS. THE GREEN DRAGON PAGODA. THE NARRATIVE GOES ON.
CHAPTER X. — THE KIYI PROPOSITION—SADLER CONCLUDED.
CHAPTER XI. — THE VOYAGE OF THE “VOODOO”.—NARRATIVE CONTINUED.
CHAPTER XII. — THE FLANNAGAN AND IMPERIAL—CONTINUING THE NARRATIVE.
CHAPTER XV. — CONCLUSION OF THE WHOLE.
The clock struck one. It was the tall standing clock in the front room of Pemberton's Hotel, and Pemberton's stands by the highway that runs by the coast of Long Island Sound. It is near the western edge of the village of Greenough, the gilt cupola of whose eminent steeple is noted by far-passing ships. On the beach are flimsy summer cottages, and hard beside them is the old harbour, guarded by its stone pier. Whalers and merchantmen used to tie up there a hundred years ago, where now only fishing boats come. The village lies back from the shore, and has three di