"We go, my son, to new worlds, to a new life.

May a blessing be upon them, as my heart feels there will be.
Behold, my friend, the ways of God, very wonderful to men of the sea.

I come up this river, with what thoughts in my heart?
Partly of curiosity, that I see the place where my mother, long dead, was born, came to her womanhood; partly of tenderness for her memory, regard for her wish; partly, also, for anger at the villain brother, my uncle, and desire for revenge, for my rights.

I come, and I find--a child! A brother for my present life, a son for my age, a friend for my heart! Living upon the sea, Colorado, a man has much time for thought; the sea speaks to him, the sky, the wind and wave.

What is the word they say, each and every one, in the ear of the sailor?
'Glory to God!' That is it, my son.