25Q A YEAR JVITK A WHALER 



after darkness had fallen, that it towed us into 

 San Francisco harbor, past the darkly frowning 

 Presidio and the twinkling lights of Telegraph 

 Hill, to an anchorage abreast the city, brilliantly 

 lighted and glowing like fairyland. I never in 

 all my life heard sweeter music than the rattle 

 and clank of the anchor chain as the great an- 

 chor plunged into the bay and sank to its grip 

 in good American soil once more. 



My whaling voyage was over. It was an ad- 

 venture out of the ordinary, an experience in- 

 forming, interesting, health-giving, and perhaps 

 worth while. I have never regretted it. But I 

 wouldn't do it again for ten thousand dollars. 



THE END 



