_The_ BOOK _of_ GALLANT VAGABONDS HENRY BESTON [Illustration: SHIP BONETTA SALEM DEPARTING FROM LEGHORN _Courtesy Peabody Museum, Salem, Massachusetts._ THE HARBOR OF LEGHORN IN SHELLEY’S DAY SHOWING THE AMERICAN SHIP “BONETTA” OF SALEM LEAVING PORT.] _The_ BOOK _of_ GALLANT VAGABONDS _By_ HENRY BESTON ILLUSTRATED [Illustration] NEW YORK GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY _Copyright, 1925, By George H. Doran Company_ [Illustration] THE BOOK OF GALLANT VAGABONDS —A— PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA _To_ COLONEL THEODORE ROOSEVELT _and_ MRS. THEODORE ROOSEVELT IN GRATEFUL APPRECIATION OF MANY YEARS OF FRIENDSHIP AND ENCOURAGEMENT FOREWORD “The wide seas and the mountains called to him, And grey dawn saw his camp-fires in the rain.” There are times when everyone wants to be a vagabond, and go down the road to adventure, strange peoples, the mountains, and the sea. The bonds of convention, however, are many and strong, and only a few ever break them and go. In this book I have gathered together the strange and romantic lives of actual wanderers who did what so many have wished to do; here are some who gave up all to go and see the world. The booming of temple gongs over the rice fields sounded in their ears, they tasted strange food cooked on charcoal fires in the twilight quiet of midocean isles, they knew the mountain wind keen with the smell of snow, the mystery of roads along great rivers, and the broad path of ships on lonely seas. Whatever was to be seen, they went to see; they did things the world thought could not be done. Life is a kind of book which is put into our hands with many pages still uncut; some are content with the open leaves, others cut a few pages, the vagabond reads the whole book if he can. I have called these wanderers “Gallant Vagabonds” to separate them from both the professional travellers and the vagabond ne’er-do-wells. The gallant vagabond is not the man with the sun helmet and the file of native bearers; nor is he the wastrel who drifts down-stream and sees the world as he goes; the real prince of vagabonds is the wayfarer with scarce a penny in his pocket who fights his way upstream to see where the river rises, and crosses the dark mountains to find the fabled town. His curiosity is never purely geographical, it lies in the whole fantastic mystery of life. The true gallant vagabond is one of the heroes of humanity, and history owes him many of her great discoveries, many of her most spirited and romantic episodes.