Cruise of the Shining Light

pubOne.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. My uncle, Nicholas Top, of Twist Tickle, was of a cut so grotesque that folk forgot their manners when he stumped abroad. Bowling through the streets of St. John's, which twice a year he tapped with staff and wooden leg, myself in leading - bowling cheerily, with his last rag spread, as he said, and be damned to the chart - he left a swirling wake of amazement: craning necks, open mouths, round eyes, grins so frank, the beholders being taken unaware, that 'twas simple to distinguish hearts of pity from savage ones.