The Mutineers: Large Print

My father's study as I entered it on an April morning in 1809 to learn his decision regarding a matter that was to determine the course of all my life was dim and spacious and far removed from the bustle and clamor of the harbor-side. It was a large room paneled with dark wood. There were books along the walls and paintings of ships and over the fireplace there stood a beautiful model of a Burmese junk carved by some brown artist on the bank of the Irawadi.