Six stories,- anecdotal, autobiographical pieces, with some first rate story telling in them- and some mediocrity. Two of the stories are exceptionally fine:- the title story and the first, a strange and moving portrait of a man who knew from youth that he was an outcast- and chose to isolate himself from other men; the fourth story, Sing. A Song of Sixpence, a refreshing bit of folk material in a true story of the succession of evidence of success that flowed from one heedless and kindly gift of a $1-worth of American garden seeds to a Chinese who had a ""green thumb"". There is charm but not much substance in Rivnac, the story of a chance-found link between two unlike people, Hall and the Czech inn keeper, both of whom loved Dvorak's New World Symphony. Of the portrait of that mysterious beach comber, Robert Frisbie, with queer streaks of genius, it is difficult to separate a keen interest in exploring that mystery from the value of the fragments of his letters over the years, in which he poured forth his fantasy life. Captain Handy's Memoirs and A Happy Hedonist seemed to me of questionable value.... The sustained interest in the South Seas and the magic still in Hall's name should take this farther than such a casual sort of collection of pieces might ordinarily attain.