Our mariners hung over rail, talking, talking.

"What is it--and where will it end?
Mayhap presently we can not plough it!" I was again and again to admire how for forty years he had stored sea-knowledge.

It was not only what those gray eyes had seen, or those rather large, well molded ears had heard, or that powerful and nervous hand had touched.

But he knew how to take, right and left, knowledge that others gathered, as he knew that others took and would take what he gathered.

He knew that knowledge flows.