CONTENTS
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | IN BOSTON | [17] |
| II. | UNITED STATES MILITARY MUSIC | [23] |
| II. | I TRAVEL AND SELL BUG POWDER | [27] |
| IV. | MY BROTHER’S RETURN | [35] |
| V. | HOME | [45] |
| VI. | CHANGES IN SAMOA | [55] |
| VII. | ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON | [69] |
| VIII. | ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON AND HIS FRIENDS | [83] |
| IX. | HONOLULU | [96] |
| X. | AN INLAND MARCH | [110] |
| XI. | AT SEA | [130] |
| XII. | CIRCULAR QUAY | [140] |
| XIII. | MATENE-TE-NGA | [155] |
| XIV. | MEMORIES AND REFLECTION | [173] |
| XV. | THE LECTURER | [182] |
| XVI. | HOMESICK | [191] |
| XVII. | A NEGRO VIOLINIST | [213] |
| XVIII. | MY MANY PROFESSIONS | [220] |
| XIX. | YOKOHAMA | [230] |
| XX. | BOMBAY | [241] |
| XXI. | AT SEA IN DREAMS | [249] |
| XXII. | I ARRIVE AT THE ORGANIZATION | [261] |
| XXIII. | FATHER ANSTER | [276] |
| XXIV. | BACK AT THE CHARITY ORGANIZATION | [289] |
| XXV. | AT NUKA HIVA | [305] |
| XXVI. | A DECK-HAND ON BOARD THE “ELDORADO” | [311] |
| XXVII. | MY ENGLAND | [325] |
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
| Portrait of the Author | [Frontispiece] |
| Hongis Track, Rotorua, N.Z. | [58] |
| Whangarei Falls, North Auckland, N.Z. | [70] |
| Wanganui River, N.Z. | [92] |
| A River Wharf, West Africa | [118] |
| Kawieri, N.Z. | [142] |
| Whakarewarewa, Rotorua, N.Z. | [148] |
| Old Maori, said to be 105 years old | [152] |
| Half-Caste Maori Girls | [160] |
| Lake Rotorua and Mokoia Island, N.Z. | [176] |
| Settler’s Home, Gold Coast | [194] |
| The First Motor-Car in a Gold Coast Village | [204] |
| River Scene, West Africa | [216] |
| Botanical Gardens, Ballarat | [238] |
| River Scene in New Zealand | [246] |
| Dart Valley, Lake Wakatipu, N.Z. | [272] |
The New Zealand photographs are by Mr F. G. Radclife, Whangarei, New Zealand.
CHAPTER I
In Boston—Song-composing—Looking for a Publisher—How I secured him—I visit Providence—I play in the Military Band—Hard up
IN those old days of my youth an atmosphere of romance gathered from old novels and dreams still sparkled in my head. I am going to tell of the adventures that followed directly on my boyhood, when before the mast I had crossed the seas with eyes athirst for romance, looking for the wonderful, the beautiful in distant lands, in men and in women, and for that opportunity to perform those mighty, world-thrilling deeds that, alas, I have not even yet performed!