By the bequest of an elder brother, I was left enough money to see

me through a small college in Ohio, and to secure me four years in

a medical school in the East. Why I chose medicine I hardly know.

Possibly the career of a surgeon attracted the adventurous element

in me. Perhaps, coming of a family of doctors, I merely followed

the line of least resistance. It may be, indirectly but inevitably,

that I might be on the yacht Ella on that terrible night of August

12, more than a year ago.

I got through somehow. I played quarterback on the football team,

and made some money coaching. In summer I did whatever came to

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hand, from chartering a sail-boat at a summer resort and taking

passengers, at so much a head, to checking up cucumbers in Indiana

for a Western pickle house.

I was practically alone. Commencement left me with a diploma, a

new dress-suit, an out-of-date medical library, a box of surgical

instruments of the same date as the books, and an incipient case

of typhoid fever.

I was twenty-four, six feet tall, and forty inches around the chest.

Also, I had lived clean, and worked and played hard. I got over the

fever finally, pretty much all bone and appetite; but--alive.

Thanks to the college, my hospital care had cost nothing. It was a

good thing: I had just seven dollars in the world.

The yacht Ella lay in the river not far from my hospital windows.

She was not a yacht when I first saw her, nor at any time,

technically, unless I use the word in the broad sense of a

pleasure-boat. She was a two-master, and, when I saw her first,

as dirty and disreputable as are most coasting-vessels. Her

rejuvenation was the history of my convalescence. On the day she

stood forth in her first coat of white paint, I exchanged my

dressing-gown for clothing that, however loosely it hung, was still

clothing. Her new sails marked my promotion to beefsteak, her brass

rails and awnings my first independent excursion up and down the

corridor outside my door, and, incidentally, my return to a collar

and tie.

The river shipping appealed to me, to my imagination, clean washed

by my illness and ready as a child's for new impressions: liners

gliding down to the bay and the open sea; shrewish, scolding tugs;

dirty but picturesque tramps. My enthusiasm amused the nurses,

whose ideas of adventure consisted of little jaunts of exploration

into the abdominal cavity, and whose aseptic minds revolted at the

sight of dirty sails.

One day I pointed out to one of them an old schooner, red and

brown, with patched canvas spread, moving swiftly down the river

before a stiff breeze.

"Look at her!" I exclaimed. "There goes adventure, mystery,

romance! I should like to be sailing on her."




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