. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. rd Nelsons,Sir John Moores, and a great many other famous English-men of whom I have since read, but am not even now surethat they are buried in St. Pauls or in that other cemeterycalled Westminster Abbey. The greatest curiosity at was the big bell. I paid a shilling for the privilege ofseeing it; and while I was near it the hour of three w
. Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations. rd Nelsons,Sir John Moores, and a great many other famous English-men of whom I have since read, but am not even now surethat they are buried in St. Pauls or in that other cemeterycalled Westminster Abbey. The greatest curiosity at was the big bell. I paid a shilling for the privilege ofseeing it; and while I was near it the hour of three wasstruck, and it made my ears ring again. I could not hearordinary conversation after that for an hour or two. Stuart had told me about the Zoo. I hastened thereearly one day and spent most of the time watching theantics of the bears, and feeding apples to the elephant byallowing him to pick them out of my pockets. I was cau-tioned not to give him tobacco, but as I did not use theweed I was in no danger. It is said that an elephant neverforgives an offense of that kind, and sometimes inflictsserious injury in retaliation. London Bridge (I mean the great one, for there are manyof them) was one of the objects that drew me often to see **4njii. OLD LONDON BRIDGE. WASHING. 65 the large stream of humanity pouring both ways at the sametime over its broad roadway. The route to the bridge ledby several of those famous gin-palaces for which London isfamed, and I often stepped inside to see what were theattractions; but as I had not then acquired an appetite forthe ardent, my visits did not tax my pocket nor fuddle mybrain. When I had tired of seeing so many new things I huntedfrom dock to dock until a vessel was found bound for theUnited States, which was then the great goal of my ambi-tion. But I could only find a brig, the Paget of Bermuda,bound for St. Vincents, one of the Windward Islands in theWest Indies, which was near enough, for I could hope tofind another vessel there bound fo
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