So ends this narrative of my boyhood wanderings, wherein I have tried to describe to you some of those experiences that stand out vividly in my memory of all that happened in my travels in distant lands. I had thought to tell you more than I have done, but many things must remain buried with the secrets of my heart, for a while at least, since those who are intimately connected with them still live. I would not wish to write in my humble autobiography of things which they may not care to be revealed to the eyes of the world. And so, dear reader, whoever you are, and whatever you may think of me, I wish you good luck and farewell.
I’ve travelled strange lands far and wide,
I dived ‘mong mirror’d moons
In waters where the catamarans glide
By palms and reef-lagoons;
I gazed in a dusky maiden’s eyes
By a wild man’s tiny tent,
Then packed my swag, as the black crow flies
To another land I went.