This Historic Book May Have Numerous Typos And Missing Text. Purchasers Can Usually Download A Free Scanned Copy Of The Original Book (without Typos) From The Publisher. Not Indexed. Not Illustrated. 1917 Edition. Excerpt: ... Three That Dead Men Eise Up Never Rphe Month In Which My Seventeenth Birth * Day Arrived I Signed On Before The Mast On The Sophie Sutherland, A Three-topmast Schooner Bound On A Seven-months' Seal-hunting Cruise To The Coast Of Japan. We Sailed From San Francisco, And Immediately I Found Confronting Me A Problem Of No Inconsiderable Proportions. There Were Twelve Men Of Us In The Forecastle, Ten Of Whom Were Hardened, Tarrythumbed Sailors. Not Alone Was I A Youth And On My First Voyage, But I Had For Shipmates Men Who Had Come Through The Hard School Of The Merchant Service Of Europe. As Boys, They Had Had To Perform Their Ship's Duty, And, In Addition, By Immemorial Sea Custom, They Had Had To Be The Slaves Of The Ordinary And Able-bodied Seamen. When They Became Ordinary Seamen They Were Still The Slaves Of The Able-bodied. Thus, In The Forecastle, With The Watch Below, An Able Seaman, Lying In His Bunk, Will Order An Ordinary Seaman To Fetch Him His Shoes Or Bring Him A Drink Of Water. Now The Ordinary Seaman May Be Lying In His Bnnk. He Is Just As Tired As The Able Seaman. Yet He Mnst Get Out Of His Bunk And Fetch And Carry. If He Refuses, He Will Be Beaten. If, Perchance, He Is So Strong That He Can Whip The Able Seaman, Then All The Able Seamen, Or As Many As May Be Necessary, Pitch Upon The Luckless Devil And Administer The Beating. My Problem Now Becomes Apparent. These Hard-bit Scandinavian Sailors Had Come Through A Hard School. As Boys They Had Served Their Mates, And As Able Seamen They Looked To Be Served By Other Boys. I Was A Boy -- Withal With A Man's Body. I Had Never Been To Sea Before -- Withal I Was A Good Sailor And Knew My Business. It Was Either A Case Of Holding My Own With Them Or Of Going Under. I...