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Title: Recollections of a sea wanderer's life; an autobiography of an old-time seaman who has sailed in almost every capacity before and abaft the mast, in nearly every quarter of the globe, and under the flags of four of the principal maritime nations
Year: 1887 (1880s)
Authors: Davis, George, b. 1821
Subjects: Seafaring life
Publisher: New York, A. H. Kellogg, printer
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: The Library of Congress

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r, and passing cl* se to therock and town of that name entered the Mediterranean. The Rock of Gibraltar, as every one knows, is a vastfortress in the possession of, and garrisoned by GreatBritain. It stands like a huge sentinel guarding theentrance to the Mediterranean Sea, and as the current setsoutward no vessels hostile to that power could well enterwithout exposing themselves for a lengthened period to theguns of that fortress, which is considered impregnable.Steam has to a certain extent now modified these condi-tions. It has been frequently the scene of sanguinary con-tests between the various nations that have contended forits possession, more particularly Spanish, French and Eng-lish; and with Malta, and now, within the last few years, theIsland of Cyprus, forms a link of strongholds, provisioningand military store depots, necessary for England to maintainas long as she remains a first rate power, which some wiseheads predict will not be long. But let us hope they aremistaken.
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MARSEILLES 195 In twelve days from entering the Mediterranean we camein sight of the port and town of Genoa, which we soonentered, and, rounding to inside the mole, dropped anchor,after a passage of seven months-Having made our stern fast to an immense iron ring inthe mole, and hove taut in our cable, we were thus mooredhead and stern. Then, as is always the case when shipsarrive from a long voyage, and Jack is supposed either tohave plenty of money in his pocket, or to have a sum moreor less due him, whether in Christian or heathen countries,we were immediately waited upon by attentive visitors ofall kinds, who come off in boats to pay their respects to hispocket—bum boats, tailors pimps, and others of still morequestionable repute, who importuned us to go ashore withthem, and see the delights and beauties of Genoa, thesuperb, whatever that may mean, and what could be hadfor money. Having sprung our foremast off the Cape of Good Hope,we had to step a new one, but as one-half of the

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