The Ship-Dwellers: A Story of a Happy Cruise

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Paine Albert Bigelow. The Ship-Dwellers: A Story of a Happy Cruise

I. THE BOOK, AND THE DREAM

II. IN THE TRACK OF THE INNOCENTS

III. DAYS AT SEA

IV. WE BECOME HISTORY

V. INTRODUCING THE REPROBATES

VI. A LAND OF HEART'S DESIRE

VII. A DAY TO OURSELVES

VIII. OUT OF THE SUNRISE

IX. EARLY MEDITERRANEAN EXPERIENCES

X. THE DIVERTING STORY OF ALGIERS

XI. WE ENTER THE ORIENT

XII. WE TOUCH AT GENOA

XIII. MALTA, A LAND OF YESTERDAY

XIV. A SUNDAY AT SEA

XV. A PORT OF MISSING DREAMS

XVI. ATHENS THAT IS

XVII. INTO THE DARDANELLES

XVIII. A CITY OF ILLUSION

XIX. THE TURK AND SOME OF HIS PHASES

XX. ABDUL HAMID GOES TO PRAYER

XXI. LOOKING DOWN ON YILDIZ

XXII. EPHESUS: THE CITY THAT WAS

XXIII. INTO SYRIA

XXIV. THE HOUSE THAT CAIN BUILT

XXV. GOING DOWN TO DAMASCUS

XXVI. THE "PEARL OF THE EAST"

XXVII. FOOTPRINTS OF PAUL

XXVIII. DISCONTENTED PILGRIMS

XXIX. DAMASCUS, THE GARDEN BEAUTIFUL

XXX. WHERE PILGRIMS GATHER IN

XXXI. THE HOLY CITY

XXXII. THE HOLY SEPULCHRE

XXXIII. TWO HOLY MOUNTAINS

XXXIV. THE LITTLE TOWN OF THE MANGER

XXXV. THE SORROW OF THE CHOSEN – THE WAY OF THE CROSS

XXXVI. AT THE MOUTH OF THE NILE

XXXVII. THE SMILE OF THE SPHINX

XXXVIII. WAYS THAT ARE EGYPTIAN

XXXIX. WHERE HISTORY BEGAN

XL. KARNAK AND LUXOR

XLI. THE STILL VALLEY OF THE KINGS

XLII. THE HIGHWAY OF EGYPT

XLIII. OTHER WAYS THAT ARE EGYPTIAN

XLIV. SAKKARA AND THE SACRED BULLS

XLV. A VISIT WITH RAMESES II

XLVI. THE LONG WAY HOME

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It was a long time ago – far back in another century – that my father brought home from the village, one evening, a brand-new book. There were not so many books in those days, and this was a fine big one, with black and gilt covers, and such a lot of pictures!

I was at an age to claim things. I said the book was my book, and, later, petitioned my father to establish that claim. (I remember we were climbing through the bars at the time, having driven the cows to the further pasture.)

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But they will take anything that looks like money in Madeira, rather than miss a trade, and when a person who has been accustomed to calculating dollars and cents is suddenly confronted with problems of reis and pence and shillings and half-crowns and francs, he goes to pieces on his money tables and wonders why a universal currency would not be a good thing.

All the streets in Madeira have that dainty cobble paving, and all the sidewalks are laid in the exquisite mosaic which makes it a joy to follow them. The keynote of the island is invitation. Even a jail we saw is of a sort to make crime attractive. I hasten to add that we examined only the outside.

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