My father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate island, would find his way home, if he had a jack-knife and could find a tree.
My father was the sort of man who, if wrecked on a desolate island, would find his way home, if he had a jack-knife and could find a tree.
The first name on the Spray's visitors' book in the home port was written by the one who always said, 'The Spray will come back.'
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