named 'Rosy' that he knew while he was seafaring, way off on t'other
side of the world. Jule used to say that 'twas this Rosy that made him
lose faith in human nature.

"The first time ever Julius and Rosy met was one afternoon just as the
Emily--that was the little fore-and-aft South Sea trading schooner Jule
was in--was casting off from the ramshackle landing at Hello Island.
Where's Hello Island? Well, I'll tell you. When you get home you take
your boy's geography book and find the map of the world. About amidships
of the sou'western quarter of it you'll see a place where the Pacific
Ocean is all broke out with the measles. Yes; well, one of them measle
spots is Hello Island.

"'Course that ain't the real name of it. The real one is spelt with four
o's, three a's, five i's, and a peck measure of h's and x's hove in
to fill up. It looks like a plate of hash and that's the way it's
pronounced. Maybe you might sing it if 'twas set to music, but no white
man ever said the whole of it. Them that tried always broke down on
the second fathom or so and said 'Oh, the hereafter!' or words to that
effect. 'Course the missionaries see that wouldn't do, so they twisted
it stern first and it's been Hello Island to most folks ever since.

"Why Jule was at Hello Island is too long a yarn. Biled down it amounts
to a voyage on a bark out of Seattle, and a first mate like yours, Eri,
who was a kind of Christian Science chap and cured sick sailors by the
laying on of hands--likewise feet and belaying pins and ax handles and
such. And, according to Jule's tell, he DID cure 'em, too. After he'd
jumped up and down on your digestion a few times you forgot all about
the disease you started in with and only remembered the complications.
Him and Julius had their final argument one night when the bark was