John Henry Goldfrap, The Ocean Wireless Boys on the Pacific
“ The boys could now make out every detail of the other craft. She was a trig-looking schooner, painted black, with a flush deck except for her after house and a small structure astern of the fore-mast. Her canvas was set but it flapped idly in the light breeze as she swung to and fro on the Pacific swells. No guiding hand could be seen at her wheel. Not a soul was visible on her deserted decks.There is no more melancholy sight than a sea derelict, the aimless prey of winds and currents, 32 drifting sometimes for years over the trackless wastes of the ocean. ”
