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contains non-standard contractions, unhyphenated combination words
and other informal styles and spellings, which, except for minor
typographical errors, have all been transcribed as printed.
_For_
BECKY
1927-1937
"... I knew there was but one way; for his nose was as sharp as a
pen, and 'a babbled of green fields. 'How now, Sir John!' quoth I;
'what, man! be o' good cheer.' So 'a cried out, 'God, God, God!'
three or four times. Now I, to comfort him, bid him 'a should not
think of God; I hop'd there was no need to trouble himself with any
such thoughts yet...."
_Henry V_
_One:_ Albert Weener Begins 1
_Two:_ Consequences of a Discovery 47
_Three:_ Man Triumphant I 99
_Four:_ Man Triumphant II 159
_Five:_ The South Pacific Sailing Discovery 255
_Six:_ Mr Weener Sees It Through 327
Neither the vegetation nor people in this book are entirely fictitious.
But, reader, no person pictured here is you. With one exception. You,
Sir, Miss, or Madam--whatever your country or station--are Albert
Weener. As I am Albert Weener.