Confessions of a writer who has bummed his way around the world and come back to safe harbor, now and again, in Boothbay Harbor, Maine. A Harvard graduate, destined for the law, he found adventure in extraordinary experiences. He served a term as a policeman, during holidays one year, and came up against life in the raw. He had his share of tough experiences, He shipped before the mast. He bummed and worked in Australia. He worked on cattle ranges and in copper mines. He rode the rails and box cars and slept in fields and under hedges. He was down to nothing -- and ""rolling."" And always he wrote, selling where he could, until finally he ""made"" the slicks and the pulps, and saw his books in finished form. Tough sledding, but it had romance for him. The style is uneven, colloquial, slangy, hard boiled, and not particularly pleasant, Avoid for the tender minded -- it's pretty bald at times, though not sexy. Adventure in the rough -- the long bow drawn at times. Men readers chiefly. They will like it!