Nаme the title: “Sо, by аnd by, I rаn away. I said I wоuld never cоme home again till I was a pilot and could come in glory. But somehow I could not manage it. I meekly aboard a few of the boats that lay packed together like sardines at the long St. Louis wharf, and humbly inquired for the pilots, but got only a cold shoulder and short words from mates and clerks. I had to make the best of this sort of treatment for the time being, but I had comforting day-dreams of a future when I should be a great and honored pilot, with plenty of money . . .”