Cap'in Grieb, Bayman 



". . . wide the natural world 

 Hath welcomed him, all perfect joys to share. 



He hath no frets, he ne'er triumphant boasts." 

 ISAAC MCLELLAN. 



CAPTAIN GRIEB'S cottage 

 stood down toward the 

 head of the salt creek in 

 which his sloop and bat- 

 tery and stool boats rested 

 quietly regardless of wind 

 and tide. Pulling the team up sharply 

 at the cottage gate, Bradley despatched 

 William to announce the arrival. The 

 boy had not proceeded farther toward 

 the little stoop than to the edge of the 

 neat garden's flower-bed where some 

 odd lilies and a hardy pink-like flower 

 were already in bloom before the ruddy 

 Captain put in an appearance. He came 

 87 



