“In the morning light the scene was beyond compare. The mountains and the hills were bathed in the soft light of the coming day, and the glowing, richly tinted clouds that encircled them. The lighter green of the hillsides contrasted… — 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
