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• In the fair land of Nova Scotia, a maritime province, there is a ridge called North Mountain, overlooking
  the Bay of Fundy on one side and the fertile Annapolis valley on the other. On the northern slope of the
  range grows the hardy spruce-tree, well adapted for ship-timbers, of which many vessels of all classes have
  been built. The people of this coast, hardy, robust, and strong, are disposed to compete in the world’s
  commerce, and it is nothing against the master mariner if the birthplace mentioned on his certificate be
  Nova Scotia. I was born in a cold spot, on coldest North Mountain, on a cold February 20, though I am a
  citizen of the United States – a naturalized Yankee, if it may be said that Nova Scotians are not Yankees in
  the truest sense of the word. On both sides my family were sailors; and if any Slocum should be found not
  seafaring, he will show at least an inclination to whittle models of boats and contemplate voyages. My
  father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate island, would find his way home, if he had a jackknife
  and could find a tree. He was a good judge of a boat, but the old clay farm which some calamity made
  his was an anchor to him. He was not afraid of a capful of wind, and he never took a back seat at a campmeeting
  or a good, old-fashioned revival.
• As for myself, the wonderful sea charmed me from the first. At the age of eight I had already been afloat
  along with other boys on the bay, with chances greatly in favor of being drowned. When a lad I filled the
  important post of cook on a fishing-schooner; but I was not long in the galley, for the crew mutinied at the
  appearance of my first duff, and “chucked me out” before I had a chance to shine as a culinary artist. The
  next step towards the goal of happiness found me before the mast in a full-rigged ship bound on a foreign
  voyage. Thus I came “over the bows,” and not in through the cabin windows, to the command of a ship.
• My best command was that of the magnificent ship Northern Light, of which I was part-owner. I had a right
  to be proud of her, for at that time – in the 1880’s – she was the finest American sailing-vessel afloat.
• Afterward I owned and sailed the Aquidneck, a little bark which of all man’s handiwork seemed to me the
  nearest to perfection of beauty, and which in speed, when the wind blew, asked no favors of steamers. I had
  been nearly twenty years a shipmaster when I quit her deck on the coast of Brazil, where she was wrecked.
  My home voyage to New York with my family was made in the canoe Liberdade, without accident.

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