As I sailed away from Pará, I tried to analyze the strange motive which had kept me for so many of the best years of my life in such places as I have described. To this day I have found no solution to the riddle, unless it be that I have inherited some of the spirit of my great-great-grandfather, one of the old sea-captains, who kept his flag flying in the days of the pirates.
My boat arrived in New York on Nov. 18th, 1901, seven years to a day since I sailed in the S.S. Advance for South America.
Of all the letters which I found on my arrival home, I have selected two with which to close this history. They came from the points where I started and finished my travels in the Amazon country.
Under the date March 27th, 1898, Mr. Tillman, the United States Minister at Quito, who was then on holiday in Tennessee, wrote to my mother: