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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           One day a  dozen years later,  in Wilmington, Delaware, the  chief


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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   contortionist of Barnum and Bailey's Circus slapped me  on the back
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   and hailed me so boisterously that the embarrassed young lady who




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   accompanied me made the error of attempting to continue her stroll




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   as  if  notloting  unusual  were  happening.  But  by the  time  she  finally




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    entered  the  big  top,  her  circle  of  acquaintances  had  increased  by




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   three and she  proudly held a handful of photographs, inscribed and




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   autographed  by the  Contortionist,  the  Tattooed  Man,  and  the  Ex-



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    pansionist.  "Chippet,"  the  contortionist,  was  none  other  than  the




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    ex-"Bender"  of  my  own  defunct-but-never-absorbed-or-amalgam-




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    ated circus,  whom  Barnum  had  succeeded  in  teaching  to  tie  him-




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   self  into  a  perfect  FIGURE-OF-EIGHT  KNOT.  To this  day  I  feel  that




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    P.T. had crowded me a bit.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            When I  arrived  at a proper age  I  went to sea  and served  my ap-



                                      , ,                                                                                                                                                                                           prenticeship in knots aboard the whaling bark Sunbeam. My chief in-






                                                             "         ,                                                                                                                                                            structor and the most quoted man in this volume was Captain Charles



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    W. Smith,  then  acting  mate,  who  afterward  became  master  of the




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    bark Lagoda, "the ship that never sailed"  (the same  being  comfort-





                                                                                                                                                                                                   -                                ably housed inside the New Bedford Whaling Museum). Under Cap-


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    tain Smith's tutorship I progressed rapidly in knots and marlingspike




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    seamanship  to  a  point  where  even  my  teacher  admitted  that  if  I
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                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    persevered and  retained  my health  I  might someday  hope  to  grasp




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    the rudiments of the art.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             When I had learned all that he offered I repaid him rather shabbily




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    for all his kindness by slipping forward in the dogwatches and pick-




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    ing up,  at  the  forecastle  head,  three  knots  with  which  he  was  un·




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    familiar.




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             From that day I have continued to collect knots wherever I could
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                                                                                                                                                                                 - --                                                find  them, and as  unfamiliar sailors' knots became increasingly  diffi-


                                                                                                                                                  - -                 ~ -~-''''  ::                                                  cult  to  find  I  wali  attracted  by  the  knots  of  other  occupations.  I


                                                                                                                      _ ......  ,...-                 ;..      ~  _                                                                  hobnobbed  with  butchers  and  steeple  jacks,  cobblers  and  truck
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                                                             - -_..-'"                                                                                                                                                               drivers,  electric linesmen,  Boy Scouts,  and  with  elderly  ladies  who





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                                                                       •                                                                                                                                                             knit. Mr. Ringling himself, I cannot recall now which of the several


                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     brothers it was, took me about his circus and was pleased to be  able




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     to dazzle me with a score of knots with which I was quite unfamiliar.




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     It was pleasant to talk to a brother showman again,  and the meeting




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     was  not  one  bit too soon,  for  almost  overnight  the  interior  of  the



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     circus tent became  a spiderweb  of wire  and  turnbuckles  instead  of


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                                      ,                                                                                                                                                                                              hemp and blocks.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             Will James, "the Lone Cowboy," showed me the THEODORE  KNOT





                                                                                                                                                                 __ -'                                                               one day while we were lunching with Joseph  Chapin,  then the Art
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                                                                       --     -----:---.                                                                 •                                                                           Editor  of Scribner's  Magazine.  In  Boston  I  halted  an  operation  to

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                                                                                                        -                                                                                                                            see  how  the  surgeon  made  fast  his  stitches.  I  have  watched  oxen



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                                                                                   -                                                                                                                                                 slung for the shoeing, I have helped throw pack lashings, I have fol-




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     lowed tree surgeons through their acrobatics and examined poachers'




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     traps and snares. But I never saw Houdini, never was present at a suc-




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     cessful  lynching,  and  never  participated  in  a  commercial  second-



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     story venture.




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              One spring soon after my whaling experience I spent several weeks




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      on  an  oysterman  in  Delaware  Bay,  having  been  commissioned  by




                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     Harper's  Magazine  to  make  a  series  of  pictures  of  oyster  culture.



                                                                                                                                                                                                                                      (Several  of  these  now  hang  in  the  Mariners'  Museum  at  Newport







































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