New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-03-22

Any ones pipe very likely will 60 ont as
he reads THE Sea and the Jungle"
The writer Of ii had come in from
his garden in a London suburb on the
$50 train-"always the SO" He saw
no portent i'm the morning sky. He
saw only all the others who catch that
train. except the young fellow with the
cough He, no doubt. employed that
ONLY form Of rebellion against its ac-
cursed tyranny which We have yet
learned. physical inability to catch it,"
With a sad smile MIR Tomlinson
lifted his foot heavily and showed the
Skipper what had him around the
ankle: Fleet street. giver Of his gift
Of income tax. limit of his perspective.
How should he live when Withdrawn
from the smell of its ink. the urge Of
its machinery? That the skipper
said. oh. damn that" And 10 the
great good fortune of all lucky enough
TO read him our author ships as purser
Of the tramp steamer Capelia, 10
berth with the second mate, bsund on
voyage from Swansea TO Para. in
. the Brazils. and thence through the
tropical forests Of the Amazon and
Madeira rivers. in an attempt 10 reach
point.
Maybe YOU don't care anything about
travel books. Don't let that notion
swindle you out of as much sport as
! YOU are likely To get out OF book
| this season. You like Treasure
Island" don't you? You like fun and
adventure. You like excellent writing.
| You would like to get away for even
little from that $50 train Of your own?
! Very well. Ship along Of" as John
Silver says, Mr.. TominsOn and Cap
/ tain Morgan. who had lived a life
"monotonous with adventure" with
Donkey. the elephantine Irishman:
, Sandy, the yarn-spinning engineer: the
| Old Man, and the Chief, of JOvian
form, the Doctor, and more glum
and unromantic crew than was ever
seen this side of the Elizabethan era"
At length you return TO Barbados for
/ orders, and go by way of Jamaica to
| Tampa, in Florida. where the Capella
I loads for home. After this you will
| always look at map Of South America
with pleasure.
Mr.. Tomlinson SAYS n beautiful
| woman once said 10 him.
| II love the sea" 1--WE. then, stood look
/ ing out over ii from height. and the sea
was but the sediment of the still air. the
! blue precipitation of the sky. for II was
| that restful time, early October. ! also
+ loved 1t them
| was thinking OF this when the CON
! crete floor of the cabin nearly became n
wall and | fell absurdwise, striking near
| " every item in the cabin. Was this the
way to greet lover? Perhaps II
is better not to live with 1t if YOU would
! love il. | will never believe again
| the sea was ever loved by any one whose
! life was married to it,
sThat is the way he writes. He does
not go around the world to count the
cats in Zanzibar" as Thoreau put it,
1t would be difficult, he says at one
place, to find, except by luck. word
which would convey the impression in
his mind Then in this matter he is
pursued continually by astonishing
luck See this Brazilian villager: "A
huge negress. arms akimbo. shape
less monument in black india rubber
draped in cotton print" Describing
the stiffness OF the jungle is this: "A
dry stick swapping under foot had the
same effect as that crash which re-
sounds for some embarrassing seconds
when your umbrella drops in a gallery
of the British Museum. The impulse
was to apologize to something" All
| the while the purser of the Capella
feels that this is the only twelfth birth