A gale of wind in the winter in the North Atlantic when your sheets are frozen solid, your canvas blown to ribbons, and you have no way of knowing where you are in a heavily laden small schooner with all your own and perhaps your best loved one aboard off an ill-charted coast makes one feel humble in the presence of the unseen—and yet all that is manly and noble is challenged. 'They that go down to the sea in ships' don’t often write books; when they do I advise all my friends, especially professional storywriters, to read them. I heartily recommend Captain Kean’s book to every one of them.