But now the Skipper threw back his head with a laugh.
"He collects shells, eh?
My faith, I have come to the right place, I with my 'Nautilus.' See, young gentleman! I go with my shells where I think is good market.

In large cities, many rich people who collect shells.

I sell many, many, some very precious.

Never have I come up this river of great beauty; but I say, who knows?
Maybe here are persons who know themselves, who have the feeling of shells in their hearts.

I find, first you, Colorado; and that you have the feeling in your heart I see, at the first look you give to my pretties here.