Excerpt from The Link, Vol. 12: May, 1954<br><br>The path made a final curve and crumbled into a sand dune. Henry left the bicycle by the path and pushed his way up the dune, each step nearly burying his sneakers in the sand. The tide was out, leaving a wide stretch of seaweed-hung rocks and sand bars busy with the hurrying legs of least sa'ndpipers.<br><br>Henry Jerome sat down next to a huge rock above the tide line. He reached into his jacket pocket and brought out a medium - sized pad and pencil. Using one knee for a support he began to sketch. It was engrossing work; SO he didn't see the cigarette butt tossed at his feet.<br><br>But when someone walked around from the front side of the rock, he looked up, startled. He hastily flipped the pad sketch down in his lap.<br><br>About the Publisher<br><br>Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com<br><br>This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.