WAITING FOR A SHIP.
The Shipping Office in Tower Hill is a place where seamen, firemen, stokers, and others…
“TRY FOR HER IN FIFTY.”
The following extraordinary story was told to me some years ago by the commander of…
THE TRANSPORT “PALESTINE.”
In the spring of 1853 the hired transport Palestine, which had been fitting out at…
THE STRANGERS’ HOME.
A plain red-brick building stands in the West India Dock Road, with the following lengthy…
THE SECRET OF THE DEAD MATE.
Black in the wake of the moon, in the heart of the trembling spread of…
THE PLEASURES OF YACHTING.
Steam has played sad havoc with the beauty of our naval and merchant vessels; but,…
THE PHANTOM DEATH.
On the 24th of April, 1840, having finished the business that had carried me into…
THE PERILS OF HUMANITY.
“Sir,” said a middle-aged master of a merchantman to me a few days since, laying…
THE MAJOR’S COMMISSION.
My name is Henry Adams, and in 1854 I was mate of a ship of…
THE LAZARETTE OF THE “HUNTRESS.”
I stepped into the Brunswick Hotel in the East India Docks for a glass of…