San Francisco on a Whaling voyage a few years ago, I was a member of her forecastle crew. Once outside the Golden Gate, I felt the swing of blue water under me for the first time in my life. I was not shanghaied. Let's have that settled at the start. I had shipped as a green hand before the mast for the adventure of the thing, because I wanted to go, for the glamor of the sea was upon me. I was taking breakfast in a San Francisco restaurant When, in glancing over the morning paper, I chanced across this advertisement.