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world they lie in his memory after his return, bask- 
ing there in that tropical sunlight, forever fanned by 
those cooling trade winds, and encompassed by that 
morning-glory sea. With my mind’s eye I behold 
them rising from that enormous abyss of the Pa- 
cific, fire-born and rain-carved, vast voleanic moun- 
tains miles deep under the sea, and in some cases 
miles high above it, clothed with verdure and teem- 
ing with life, the scene of long-gone cosmic strife 
and destruction, now the abode of rural and civic 
peace and plenty. 
The Pacific treated me so much better than the 
Atlantic ever had that I am probably inclined to 
overestimate everything J saw on the voyage. It 
was the first trip at sea that ever gave me any pleas- 
ure. The huge vessels are in themselves a great 
comfort, and in the placid waters and the sliding 
down the rotund side of the great globe under 
warmer and warmer skies one gains a very agree- 
able experience. The first day’s run must have car- 
ried us out and over that huge Pacific abyss, the 
Tuscarora Deep, where there were nearly four miles 
of water under us. Some of our aeroplanes have 
gone up half that distance and disappeared from 
sight. I fancy that our ship, more than six hundred 
feet long, would have appeared a very small object, 
floating across this briny firmament, could one have 
looked up at it from the bottom of that sea. 
The Hawaiian Islands rise from the border of that 
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