S

II THE EARTHLY PARADISE

III THE VOYAGE HOME

IV THE HOUR OF TRIUMPH

V GREAT EXPECTATIONS

VI THE SECOND VOYAGE

VII THE EARTHLY PARADISE REVISITED

DESPERATE REMEDIES

I THE VOYAGE TO CUBA

II THE CONQUEST OF ESPANOLA

III UPS AND DOWNS

IV IN SPAIN AGAIN

V THE THIRD VOYAGE

VI AN INTERLUDE

VII THE THIRD VOYAGE (continued)

TOWARDS THE SUNSET

I DEGRADATION

II CRISIS IN THE ADMIRAL'S LIFE

III THE LAST VOYAGE

IV HEROIC ADVENTURES BY LAND AND SEA

V THE ECLIPSE OF THE MOON

VI RELIEF OF THE ADMIRAL

VII THE HERITAGE OF HATRED

VIII THE ADMIRAL COMES HOME

IX THE LAST DAYS

X THE MAN COLUMBUS

THY WAY IS THE SEA,
AND THY PATH IN THE GREAT WATERS,
AND THY FOOTSTEPS ARE NOT KNOWN.

THE INNER LIGHT

BOOK I.

CHAPTER I

THE STREAM OF THE WORLD

A man standing on the sea-shore is perhaps as ancient and as primitive a
symbol of wonder as the mind can conceive. Beneath his feet are the
stones and grasses of an element that is his own, natural to him, in some
degree belonging to him, at any rate accepted by him. He has place and
condition there. Above him arches a world of immense void, fleecy
sailing clouds, infinite clear blueness, shapes that change and dissolve;
his day comes out of it, his source of light and warmth marches across
it, night falls from it; showers and dews also, and the quiet influence
of stars. Strange that impalpable element must be, and for ever
unattainable by him; yet with its gifts of sun and shower, its furniture
of winged life that inhabits also on the friendly soil, it has links and
partnerships with life as he knows it and is a complement of earthly
conditions. But at his feet there lies the fringe of another element,
another condition, of a vaster and more simple unity than earth or air,
which the primitive man of our picture knows to be not his at all. It is
fluent and unstable, yet to be touched and felt; it rises and falls,
moves and frets about his very feet, as though it had a life and entity
of its own, and was engaged upon some mysterious business. Unlike the
silent earth and the dreaming clouds it has a voice that fills his world
and, now low, now loud, echoes throughout his waking an