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hope, a more entertaining, style; though, being only a naval officer and without  
claim to the slightest literary ability, I shall most certainly fall far short of the  
possibilities which are inherent in my subject. That I have passed through the  
most wondrous adventures that have befallen a civilized man during the past two  
centuries encourages me in the belief that, however ill the telling, the facts  
themselves will command your interest to the final page.  
Beyond thirty! Romance, adventure, strange peoples, fearsome beasts--all the  
excitement and scurry of the lives of the twentieth century ancients that have  
been denied us in these dull days of peace and prosaic prosperity--all, all lay  
beyond thirty, the invisible barrier between the stupid, commercial present and  
the carefree, barbarous past.  
What boy has not sighed for the good old days of wars, revolutions, and riots;  
how I used to pore over the chronicles of those old days, those dear old days,  
when workmen went armed to their labors; when they fell upon one another with  
gun and bomb and dagger, and the streets ran red with blood! Ah, but those  
were the times when life was worth the living; when a man who went out by night  
knew not at which dark corner a "footpad" might leap upon and slay him; when  
wild beasts roamed the forest and the jungles, and there were savage men, and  
countries yet unexplored.  
Now, in all the Western Hemisphere dwells no man who may not find a school  
house within walking distance of his home, or at least within flying distance.  
The wildest beast that roams our waste places lairs in the frozen north or the  
frozen south within a government reserve, where the curious may view him and  
feed him bread crusts from the hand with perfect impunity.  
But beyond thirty! And I have gone there, and come back; and now you may go  
there, for no longer is it high treason, punishable by disgrace or death, to cross  
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0d or 175d.  
My name is Jefferson Turck. I am a lieutenant in the navy--in the great Pan-  
American navy, the only navy which now exists in all the world.  
I was born in Arizona, in the United States of North America, in the year of our  
Lord 2116. Therefore, I am twenty-one years old.  
In early boyhood I tired of the teeming cities and overcrowded rural districts of  
Arizona. Every generation of Turcks for over two centuries has been represented  
in the navy. The navy called to me, as did the free, wide, unpeopled spaces of the  
mighty oceans. And so I joined the navy, coming up from the ranks, as we all  
must, learning our craft as we advance. My promotion was rapid, for my family  
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