. St. Nicholas [serial]. them the noblest of all human creatures. An elderBowen boy was already a pilot, and when hecame home, as he did now and then, his personseemed almost too sacred to touch. Next to beinga pilot, Sam thought he would like to be a pirate,or a bandit, or a trapper-scout —something gor-geous and awe inspiring, where his word, his nodwould still be law. The river kept his riverambition always fresh, and with the cave and theforest round about helped him to imagine thoseother things. The cave was the joy of his heart. It was areal cave, not merely a hole, but a marvel of deepp
. St. Nicholas [serial]. them the noblest of all human creatures. An elderBowen boy was already a pilot, and when hecame home, as he did now and then, his personseemed almost too sacred to touch. Next to beinga pilot, Sam thought he would like to be a pirate,or a bandit, or a trapper-scout —something gor-geous and awe inspiring, where his word, his nodwould still be law. The river kept his riverambition always fresh, and with the cave and theforest round about helped him to imagine thoseother things. The cave was the joy of his heart. It was areal cave, not merely a hole, but a marvel of deeppassages and vaulted chambers that led back intothe bluffs and far down into the earth, even belowthe river, some said. Sam Clemens never tiredof the cave. He was willing any time to quitfishing, or swimming, or melon-hunting for thethree-mile walk, or pull, that brought them to itsmystic door. With its long corridors, its royalchambers hung with stalactites, its remote hiding-places, it was exactly suitable, Sam though
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