His wild, lonely heart, incapable of sympathizing with cuddled natures made humdrum by long exemption from pain, was yet drawn towards a being, who in desperation of friendlessness, something like his own, had so fiercely waged battle against tyrannical odds.
"Did you go to sea young, lad ?" "Yes, pretty young." "I went at twelve, from Whitehaven.

Only so high," raising his hand some four feet from the deck.

"I was so small, and looked so queer in my little blue jacket, that they called me the monkey.

They'll call me something else before long.

Did you ever sail out of Whitehaven ?" "No, Captain." "If you had, you'd have heard sad stories about me.