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This was but the beginning of other trips, and by frugal economy I was, in a few years, able to own a fishing brig of my own. For twenty seven years thereafter I followed the sea as a fisherman, five years working for others, and the last twenty two for myself. THIS WAS BUT OF THE BEGINNING OF OTHER TRIPS AND BY FRUGAL ECONOMY I WAS IN A FEW YEARS ABLE TO OWN A FISHING BRIG OF MY OWN FOR TWENTY SEVEN YEARS THEREAFTER I FOLLOWED TO SEE AS A FISHERMAN FIVE YEARS WORKING FOR OTHERS IN THE LAST TWENTY TWO FOR MYSELF
upon the conclusion of my narrative, certain papers were signed by my uncle, and, without warning, I found myself arrested and hurried away to dismal and fearful confinement in a madhouse, where I remained for twenty-eight years--long, tedious, frightful years of suffering! I never ceased to assert my sanity, and to protest against the injustice of my confinement. Finally, on the seventeenth of October, 1862, I was released. My uncle was dead, and the friends of my youth were now strangers. Indeed, a man over fifty years old, whose only known record is that of a madman, has no friends. I was at a loss to know what to do for a living, but instinctively turned toward the harbor where fishing boats in great numbers were anchored, and within a week I had shipped with a fisherman by the name of Yan Hansen, who was starting on a long fishing cruise to the Lofoden Islands. Here my earlier years of training proved of the very greatest advantage, especially in enabling me to make myself useful. NT AND HORROR WHEN UPON THE CONCLUSION OF MY NARRATIVE CERTAIN PAPERS WERE SIGNED BY MY UNCLE AND WITHOUT WARNING I FOUND MYSELF ARRESTED AND HURRIED AWAY TO DISMAL AND FEARFUL CONFINEMENT IN A MADHOUSE WHERE I REMAINED FOR TWENTY EIGHT YEARS LONG TEDIOUS FRIGHTFUL YEARS OF SUFFERING I NEVER CEASED TO ASSERT MY SANITY AND TO PROTEST AGAINST THE INJUSTICE OF MY CONFINEMENT FINALLY ON THE SEVENTEENTH OF OCTOBER EIGHTEEN SIXTY TWO I WAS RELEASED MY UNCLE WAS DEAD AND THE FRIENDS OF MY YOUTH WERE NOW STRANGERS INDEED A MAN OVER FIFTY YEARS OLD WHOSE ONLY RECORD IS THAT OF A MADMAN HAS NO FRIENDS I WAS AT A LOSS TO KNOW WHAT TO DO FOR A LIVING BUT INSTINCTIVELY TURNED TOWARD THE HARBOR WHERE FISHING BOATS IN GREAT NUMBERS WERE ANCHORED AND WITHIN A WEEK I HAD SHIPPED WITH A FISHERMAN BY THE NAME OF JAN HANSON WHO WAS STARTING ON A LONG FISHING CRUISE TO THE LOFODIN ISLANDS HERE MY EARLIER YEARS OF TRAINING PROVED OF THE VERY GREATEST ADVANTAGE ESPECIALLY IN ENABLING ME TO MAKE MYSELF USEFUL
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