crew lists
any longer, but they left that to the captains and the mates. But when
they found Sol, they had him come to their office, and they gave him the
letter from his father. And Sol read the letter and he was very happy,
and he wrote a long letter to his father.

In that letter he said that he knew, now, that it was very foolish for
him to run away, because Captain Solomon would have let him go if he
had made him understand how he felt. But Sol had always thought that his
father was very stern and he hadn't told him how badly he felt at being
kept away from the salt water. It may have been Captain Solomon's fault,
too; and when he got Sol's letter he went to a field that was far from
the farm-house. But he didn't do any work. He sat there, under a tree
that grew beside the stone wall, all the morning looking up at the
clouds.

It would be all the more foolish for any boy to run away to sea,
now-a-days. For things have changed very much in the last hundred years.
Steamers have taken the place of sailing ships, and the crews of the few
ships that there are aren't made up of men like Captain Solomon and
Sol.

But, when the _Industry_ sailed away from that wharf in Boston for far
countries, more than a hundred years ago, Sol was a sailor.

And that's all.

THE TRAFALGAR STORY

Once upon a time there was a wide river that ran into the ocean, and
beside it was a little city. And in that city was a wharf where great
ships came from far countries. And a narrow road led down a very steep
hill to that wharf and anybody that wanted to go to the wharf had to go
down the steep hill on the narrow road, for there wasn't any other way.
And because ships had come there for a great many years and all the
sailors and all the captains and all the men who had business with the
ships had to go on that narrow road, the flagstones that made the
sidewalk were much worn. That was a great many years ago.

The brig _Industry_ was one of the ships that used to sail from that
wharf and, afterwards, she sailed from a wharf in Boston. And Captain
Solomon had been the captain of her for many years; but he had got tired
of going to sea and had bought a farm that was not near the ocean. And
Sol, Captain Solomon's son, had got tired of staying on the farm and had
gone off to sea, and he had risen to be the captain of the brig
_Industry_.

Once, in the long ago, the brig _Industry_ sailed from a wharf in Boston
for Manila and Singa