The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 221: what you’re looking at

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214 ‘The Beacon Ship of Half Moon Bay. companions in misery except myself and a boy who oc- cupied a berth over the rear bumpers. My stock of books and magazines lasted me until we were approaching ~ Ogden. On the last afternoon before we reached that city, at which we changed from the Union to the Central Pacific, they failed, and by a fortunate occurrence I fell in with my bumper companion. We were both braving one of the mountain outlaws, yclept innkeepers, and | was out of change. My traveling companion offered to make it and trust me to Ogden. So we became acquaint- ed, and while waiting at Ogden took a stroll together through the town. On returning to the station we se- cured berths near each other and together sat upon the rear platform and watched the sunset on the salty sea. By the time we were ready to be ferried across the bay to San Francisco we had become good friends and had agreed to put up at the same hotel. He had also com- municated to me the fact that he was the son of a pro- fessor in Cornell University, and was out hunting speci- mens for his father’s museum. A month afterward I returned from a short trip south, met him at the Brooklyn House, and together we went to see Barrett, in his alleged talented representation of Richelieu—a character which, in my opinion, he never could correctly impersonate should he study it until the craque o' doom. At midnight my friend’s vessel was to sail northward with the tide, in search of sea lions, and we parted in the midst of the second act. So much for introduction. GoOmicbook (Eo)