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of examinations。 But that time I did not walk on air； as on the
first two occasions。 I walked across the Hill of many beheadings
with measured steps。 It was a fact； I said to myself； that I was
now a British master mariner beyond a doubt。 It was not that I
had an exaggerated sense of that very modest achievement； with
which； however； luck； opportunity； or any extraneous influence
could have had nothing to do。 That fact； satisfactory and
obscure in itself； had for me a certain ideal significance。 It
was an answer to certain outspoken scepticism； and even to some
not very kind aspersions。 I had vindicated myself from what had
been cried upon as a stupid obstinacy or a fantastic caprice。 I
don't mean to say that a whole country had been convulsed by my
desire to go to sea。 But for a boy between fifteen and sixteen；
sensitive enough； in all conscience； the commotion of his little
world had seemed a very considerable thing indeed。 So
considerable that； absurdly enough； the echoes of it linger to
this day。 I catch myself in hours of solitude and retrospect
meeting arguments and charges made thirty…five years ago by
voices now for ever still； finding things to say that an assailed
boy could not have found； simply because of the mysteriousness of
his impulses to himself。 I understood no more than the people
who called upon me to explain myself。 There was no precedent。 I
verily believe mine was the only case of a boy of my nationality
and antecedents taking a； so to speak； standing jump out of his
racial surroundings and associations。 For you must understand
that there was no idea of any sort of 〃career〃 in my call。 Of
Russia or Germany there could be no question。 The nationality；
the antecedents； made it impossible。 The feeling against the
Austrian service was not so strong； and I dare say there would
have been no difficulty in finding my way into the Naval School
at Pola。 It would have meant six months' extra grinding at
German； perhaps； but I was not past the age of admission； and in
other respects I was well qualified。 This expedient to palliate
my folly was thought ofbut not by me。 I must admit that in
that respect my negative was accepted at once。 That order of
feeling was comprehensible enough to the most inimical of my
critics。 I was not called upon to offer explanations； the truth
is that what I had in view was not a naval career； but the sea。
There seemed no way open to it but through France。 I had the
language at any rate； and of all the countries in Europe it is
with France that Poland has most connection。 There were some
facilities for having me a little looked after； at first。
Letters were being written； answers were being received；
arrangements were being made for my departure for Marseilles；
where an excellent fellow called Solary； got at in a roundabout
fashion through various French channels； had promised good…
naturedly to put le jeune homme in the way of getting a decent
ship for his first start if he really wanted a taste of ce metier
de chien。
I watched all these preparations gratefully； and kept my own
counsel。 But what I told the last of my examiners was perfectly
true。 Already the determined resolve； that 〃if a seaman； then an
English seaman；〃 was formulated in my head though； of course； in
the Polish language。 I did not know six words of English； and I
was astute enough to understand that it was much better to say
nothing of my purpose。 As it was I was already looked upon as
partly insane； at least by the more distant acquaintances。 The
principal thing was to get away。 I put my trust in the good…
natured Solary's very civil letter to my uncle； though I was
shocked a little by the phrase about the metier de chien。
This Solary （Baptistin）； when I beheld him in the flesh； turned
out a quite young man； very good…looking； with a fine black；
short beard； a fresh complexion； and soft； merry black eyes。 He
was as jovial and good…natured as any boy could desire。 I was
still asleep in my room in a modest hotel near the quays of the
old port； after the fatigues of the journey via Vienna； Zurich；
Lyons； when he burst in flinging the shutters open to the sun of
Provence and chiding me boisterously for lying abed。 How
pleasantly he startled me by his noisy objurgations to be up and
off instantly for a 〃three years' campaign in the South Seas。〃 O
magic words！ Une campagne de trois ans dans les mers du sud〃
that is the French for a three years' deep…water voyage。
He gave me a delightful waking； and his friendliness was
unwearied； but I fear he did not enter upon the quest for a ship
for me in a very solemn spirit。 He had been at sea himself； but
had left off at the age of twenty…five； finding he could earn his
living on shore in a much more agreeable manner。 He was related
to an incredible number of Marseilles well…to…do families of a
certain class。 One of his uncles was a ship…broker of good
standing； with a large connection amongst English ships； other
relatives of his dealt in ships' stores； owned sail…lofts； sold
chains and anchors； were master…stevedores； caulkers；
shipwrights。 His grandfather （I think） was a dignitary of a
kind； the Syndic of the Pilots。 I made acquaintances amongst
these people； but mainly amongst the pilots。 The very first
whole day I ever spent on salt water was by invitation； in a big
half…decked pilot…boat； cruising under close reefs on the look…
out； in misty； blowing weather； for the sails of ships and the
smoke of steamers rising out there； beyond the slim and tall
Planier lighthouse cutting the line of the wind…swept horizon
with a white perpendicular stroke。 They were hospitable souls；
these sturdy Provencal seamen。 Under the general designation of
le petit ami de Baptistin I was made the guest of the Corporation
of Pilots； and had the freedom of their boats night or day。 And
many a day and a night too did I spend cruising with these rough；
kindly men； under whose auspices my intimacy with the sea began。
Many a time 〃the little friend of Baptistin〃 had the hooded cloak
of the Mediterranean sailor thrown over him by their honest hands
while dodging at night under the lee of Chateau d'If on the watch
for the lights of ships。 Their sea…tanned faces； whiskered or
shaved； lean or full； with the intent wrinkled sea…eyes of the
pilot…breed； and here and there a thin gold hoop at the lobe of a
hairy ear； bent over my sea…infancy。 The first operation of
seamanship I had an opportunity of observing was the boarding of