XIX
In which the rat-faced purser, some others, and perhaps the reader, receive a jolt
THE great ship steamed up the channel, swung round the Battery and into the North River amid a throng of shrieking tugs and ferry-boats. The marble turrets of the lower island rose against the blue like the dream towers of Maxfield Parrish’s imagination in his picture of the "Dinky Bird."
In an ocean, ’way out yonder
(As all sapient people know),
Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
Whither children love to go.
(As all sapient people know),
Is the land of Wonder-Wander,
Whither children love to go.
273