“Tattooing was a fine art in these islands. In those days it was almost universal among sailors, to a greater or less… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“I loved to steer the ship, and in a short time became an expert helmsman. What glorious weather one experiences within the limits of… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“With the words, “We commit the body to the deep,” the end of the plank was lifted, and the hammock, heavily weighted at the… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“We sailed from Coquimbo with a strong northerly wind, and passed the latitude of Cape Horn in ten or twelve days from port, when,… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“One fine morning the welcome cry of “Land, ho!” greeted our ears, and ere long Tahiti and Moorea were in plain sight. Beautiful Otaheite!… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“About dusk the land breeze came off, sweeping over the ship, laden with the fragrance of tropical fruits and flowers so heavy with perfume… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“Tattooing was a fine art in these islands. In those days it was almost universal among sailors, to a greater or less extent. It… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“Deep in the wave is a coral grove, Where the purple mullet and gold fish rove, Where the sea flower spreads its leaves of… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
“In the morning light the scene was beyond compare. The mountains and the hills were bathed in the soft light of the coming day,… — John D. Whidden Copy Share Image
