Foreward - I met Billy Haman on Circular Wharf, Sydney, so many yers ago that I think he must be dead. He is the chief person in the first six stories of this book, which have appeared illustrated in an Enalish, an American and a Canadian magazine, in all of which the illustrator diepicted Billy as a young, rather good-looking man. That he was not. Billy, when I met him, was well over forty, big and scrubby beareded, a shell-back with a touch of the Longshoreman, blue far seeing eyes, the eyes of a child-and an innocence none the less delightful because streaked with guile. Only the sea could have produced Billy, and the Islands and the Beaches and the life which the Pacific makes possible for an Ocean Tramp.