Captain Brassbound's Conversion: An Adventure [antikvár]

captain brassbound's conversion ACT I On the heights overlooking the harbor of Mogador^ a seaport on the west coast of Morocco., the missionary., in the coolness of the late afternoon^ is following the precept of Voltaire by cultivating his garden. He is an elderly Scotchman., spiritually a little weatherbeaten., as having to navigate his creed in strange waters crowded with other craft., but still a convinced son of the Free Church and the North African Mission^ with a faithful brown eye^ and a peaceful soul. Physically a wiry small-knit mariy well tanned., clean shaven., with delicate resolute features and a twinkle of mild humor. He wears the sun helmet and pagri., the neutral-tinted spectacles., and the white canvas Spanish sand shoes of the modern Scotch missionary ; but instead of a cheap tourist''s suit from Glasgow., a grey flannel shirt with white collary a green sailor knot tie with a cheap pin in it., he wears a suit of clean white linen., acceptable in color., if not in cut., to the Moorish mind. The view from the garden includes much Atlantic Ocean and a long stretch of sandy coast to the south., swept by the north east trade wind., and scantily nourishing a few stunted pepper trees., mangy palms., and tamarisks. The prospect ends, as far as the land is concerned, in little, hills that come nearly to the sea: rudiments, these, of the Atlas Mountains, The missionary, having had daily opportunities of looking at this seascape for