The account of Captain John Smith's adventures among the Turks was at one time considered apocryphal, but good authorities now see no reason to regard his narrative of his own career as in any way inaccurate. The perils and strange chances which an adventurous man encountered in such times often seem almost incredible in a more peaceful age, but there is really no more reason to doubt them than to discredit authentic accounts of men like Daniel Boone, Francis Drake, or other men of similar disposition.
The account of Captain John Smith's adventures among the Turks was at one time considered apocryphal, but good authorities now see no reason to regard his narrative of his own career as in any way inaccurate. The perils and strange chances which an adventurous man encountered in such times often seem almost incredible in a more peaceful age, but there is really no more reason to doubt them than to discredit authentic accounts of men like Daniel Boone, Francis Drake, or other men of similar disposition.
The account of Captain John Smith's adventures among the Turks was at one time considered apocryphal, but good authorities now see no reason to regard his narrative of his own career as in any way inaccurate. The perils and strange chances which an adventurous man encountered in such times often seem almost incredible in a more peaceful age, but there is really no more reason to doubt them than to discredit authentic accounts of men like Daniel Boone, Francis Drake, or other men of similar disposition.
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Through tangled mysteries of old romanceKnights, Latin, Celt or Saxon, pass a-dream,Seeking the minarets of magic towersThrough the witched woods that gleam.Stately in trappings thick with gold and gems,Stern-browed and stubborn-eyed, they wandered forth,As children credulous, as strong men brave,To South, and West, and North.Our venturous pilots map the windy skies;To serve our pleasure, huger galleons wait.Aflame with more than magic lights, our wallsGuard the Manhattan Gate!
Through tangled mysteries of old romanceKnights, Latin, Celt or Saxon, pass a-dream,Seeking the minarets of magic towersThrough the witched woods that gleam.
Stately in trappings thick with gold and gems,Stern-browed and stubborn-eyed, they wandered forth,As children credulous, as strong men brave,To South, and West, and North.
Our venturous pilots map the windy skies;To serve our pleasure, huger galleons wait.Aflame with more than magic lights, our wallsGuard the Manhattan Gate!
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Among the sources of information from which the historical material of this book are drawn are the following works:
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