"I was three years at Mills Seminary, with trips home, of course, and two years in New York; and then Dad went smash in a sugar plantation on Maui.
Dad had practically nothing left, and he decided to return to the sea.
We went up and down the Line Islands, first, until Dad was heartsick.
Dad was cut up when he learned that the French charged an export duty on copra--he called it medieval-- but he liked the land.
"Six months was enough for Dad. The situation was hopeless.
We were just ready to start to Tahiti, where a lot of repairs and refitting for the Miele were necessary, when poor Dad came down sick and died."
I had no brothers nor sisters, and all Dad's people were drowned in a Kansas cloud-burst.
You pray so hard that old dad gets by the police that he does get by.
I'll take care of dad. You, Anson, make a fire on the bank.