Here were the ships of Captain Cook, there the ships of Columbus.

On one side of the pan lay the Spanish main, on the other the islands of the South Seas.

A certain tattered copy of the 'Royal Magazine,' with pictures, which lay in Uncle Reuben's cupboard at home, provided all that for David was to be known of these names and places.

But fancy played pilot and led the way; she conjured up storms and islands and adventures; and as he hung over his pan high on the Derbyshire moor, the boy, like Sidney of old, 'sailed the seas where there was never sand'-- the vast and viewless oceans of romance..