Traffics and Discoveries

The wind went down with the sunset— The fog came up with the tide, When the Witch of the North took an Egg-shell (_bis_) With a little Blue Devil inside. “Sink,” she said, “or s...

The great hall was emptying apace as the clocks struck two, and we passed out through double doors into a huge reading and smoking room, blue with tobacco and buzzing with voices.

GOW.—So be it, but I was not governor. Not an astrologer, but would ha’ sworn he’d foreseen it at the last versary of Venus, when Vulcan caught her with Mars in the house of sti...

It was entirely natural that I should be talking to “Boy” Bayley. We had met first, twenty odd years ago, at the Indian mess of the Tyneside Tail-twisters. Our last meeting, I r...

H.M.S. _Caryatid_ went to Portland to join Blue Fleet for manœuvres. I travelled overland from London by way of Portsmouth, where I fell among friends. When I reached Portland,...