He'd
never've got his brains frazzled if he'd been named Bill."
He paused several minutes before going on, to think over this theory
of names.
CHAPTER VII.
LIEBCHEN. THE EWIGWEIBLICHE. THE NARRATIVE RESUMED, WITH THE LOSS OF
THE "ANACONDA".
I invested the profits of the Hotel Helen Mar and the Ananias
plantation in shares in the _Anaconda_, and shipped myself as
second mate. She was carrying a cargo of steel rails for a railroad
in Japan.
There was a man named Kreps who came aboard at Honolulu. He was a
round-faced, chubby man, with spectacles and a trunk full of
preserved specimens, and out of breath with his enthusiasm; and he
was a German, too, and a Professor of Allerleiwissenschaft, which I
take to mean Things in General. He was around gathering in culture
and twelve-sided fish in the Pacific, and had a pailful of island
dialects and sentiments that were milky and innocent. But I liked him.
I had no objection to the _Anaconda_ either, except that she
went to the bottom of the Pacific without any argument about that,
and left me stranded on a little island there along with Kreps, and a
hen named Veronica, and a Kanaka named Kamelillo.
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