XIV. In which I lose my way 283

XV. In which I pursue my studies as a Troglodyte 292

XVI. In which I understand the feelings of a
Ghost! 306

XVII. Action 315

XVIII. Gathering up the threads 321

Postscript 328

Epilogue By the Editor 332




BOOK I


_Out of the constant East the breeze
Brings morning, like a wafted rose,
Across the glimmering lagoon,
And wakes the still palmetto trees,
And blows adrift the phantom moon,
That paler and still paler glows--
Up with the anchor! let's be going!
O hoist the sail! and let's be going!
Glory and glee