And he had done a still more wonderful thing.

He had been in ships--in ships on the actual ocean; in ships on three actual oceans.

For he had sailed down the Pacific and around the Horn among icebergs and through snow-storms and wild wintry gales, and had sailed on and turned the corner and flown northward in the trades and up through the blistering equatorial waters--and there in his brown face were the proofs of what he had been through.

We would have sold our souls to Satan for the privilege of trading places with him.
I saw him when I was out on that Missouri trip four years ago.

He was old then--though not quite so old as I--and the burden of life was upon him.