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Title: "Where Angels Fear to Tread" and Other Stories of the Sea
Release Date: November 18, 2007 [eBook #23539]
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Published by The Century Co. New York M DCCC XC IX
Copyright, 1898, by Houghton, Mifflin & Co. Copyright, 1898, 1899, by The Curtis Publishing Co. Copyright, 1899, by Peter Fénelon Collier. Copyright, 1899, by Street & Smith. Copyright, 1897, 1898, by The S. S. McClure Co. Copyright, 1898, by Harper & Brothers.
TO ITS GODFATHER JOHN S. PHILLIPS THIS BOOK IS GRATEFULLY DEDICATED
"'Where Angels Fear to Tread'" was first published in the "Atlantic Monthly"; "Salvage" in the "Century Magazine"; "The Brain of the Battle-Ship," "The Wigwag Message," "Between the Millstones," and "The Battle of the Monsters," in the "Saturday Evening Post"; "The Trade-Wind" in "Collier's Weekly"; "From the Royal-Yard Down" in "Ainslee's Magazine"; "Needs Must when the Devil Drives" and "When Greek Meets Greek" in McClure's Syndicate; and "Primordial" in "Harper's Monthly Magazine."
To the publishers of these periodicals I am indebted for the privilege of republishing the stories in book form.
"I have seen wicked men and fools, a great many of each; and I believe they both get paid in the end, but the fools first." ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.
The first man to climb the _Almena's_ side-ladder from the tug was the shipping-master, and after him came the crew he had shipped. They clustered at the rail, looking around and aloft with muttered profane comments, one to the other, while the shipping-master approached a gray-eyed giant who stood with a shorter but broader man at the poop-deck steps.