It happened once upon a time , that lighthouse keeper in Aspinwall, near Panama, he got lost without. Because this stood itself among storm, it was supposed, that unhappy had approaches street lamp stands, and he became spłukany through snowman above myself bank of rocky islet, on which. Presumption this it was this probable, that onto second day his boats were not found, standing in rocky notch. Zawakowało tedy one should place of lighthouse keeper , which it was how to plant at the earliest , because street lamp considerable meaning has so for local movement, as for go ships from New Yorku to Panama. Gulf of Mosquitoes abounds to swarm road into sandy shoals and snow-drift, between which even into day it is difficult, in night meanwhile, especially among raising fogs oneself often on this heated tropical sun. Waters, hardly similar. Only then light of street lamp happens guide for numerous ships. Problem of invention of new lighthouse keeper fell onto consul of United States, residing in Panama, and he was this considerable problem, once from this of reason, that one should successor it was found twelve hours necessarily in ; within ; after wtóre, successor he had to be conscientious man remarkably, it it was not been possible so it was accepted any who; onto end, it lacked candidates onto job at all . Life on tower is remarkably difficult and by no means it does not uśmiecha rozpróżniaczonym and liking free tramp people of Noon. Lighthouse keeper is prisoner almost. With except of Sunday he can not to lower one''s rocky islets at all . Boat from Aspinwall brings him once onto day stores of foods and fresh water, after what do bringing withdraw immediately, on whole meanwhile islet, have morgę of vastness, it does not have nobody. Lighthouse keeper lives in years, it keeps her all right ; into day it gives signs wywieszaniem of multicoloured flags, having accord to hands of barometer, into evening meanwhile light lights. She would not be this great work, if it weren''t for , that wanting to get itself from pit to fires onto top of tower, one should it passed passages four hundred winding stairs and most high, lighthouse keeper meanwhile it has take place this trip sometimes and some raizy daily. This monastic life, is at all and even more depression monastic, because hermitic. Anything also odd, that Mr Izaak Falconbridge was in considerable problem, where it will find solid successor after the deceased , and to understand him joy easily, when najniespodzianiej successor answered tegoż of myself day still. He was this already old man, years siedmiudziesiąt or also more, but stale, straight, have movements and attitude of soldier. He had hairs completely white, burned sex as at Creoles, but judging from blue eyes, he did not belong to people of Noon. Face of him was depressed and sad, but honest. Falconbridge''owi pleased at first glance . It stayed him tylko wyegzaminować, as a result of what did following conversation: arise - How you are? - I Am Pole. - Coście made hitherto? - I Tułałem. - Lighthouse keeper should like to sit on the spot . - I Need rest. - Did you serve when? Do you have certificates of honest government service? Old man drew out from bosom they grew pale silk rags, similar to shred of old flag. He unrolled him and he said: - certificates are Here. I got this cross in year thirtieth. This second karlistowskiej is Spanish from war; third this French legion; fourth I received on Hungarys. I fought then in States against southerners, but there krzyżów - so here paper do not give. Falconbridge took paper and he started to read. - Hm! Skawiński? This your surname is?... Hm!... Two capture flags oneself in attack onto bayonets... You were brave soldier! - I be able to to be and conscientious lighthouse keeper . - One should dams what to come in day for some times onto tower. Leg healthy mothers? - I Passed infantry "pleny". - All right! Are you acquainted with sea service? - I served Three years on whaler.ou Tried different contests? - I did not experience only spokojności. - Why? Old man moved shoulders. - Such fate... - However onto lighthouse keeper wydajie me oneself behind old. - Sir - ozwał oneself suddenly candidate move voice. - I Am very tired and troubled. Much, you see, I passed. Place this one is from such, which I desired to receive hottest. I am old, I need quiet! I need to say myself : here you will be he sat already, this your harbour is.
Ah, Sir! This from you tylko it depends. Second time can itself such job will not put in way . What for happiness, was that I in Panama... I beg you... How me nice God, I am how ship, which if it will not enter to harbour, this will sink... If you want to make happy old man... I swear, that I am honest, but... I have this tułactwa enough... Blue eyes of old man expressed so hot request, that best dust Falconbridge, which, straight heart, he felt move. - Well! - He said. - I Accept you. You are lighthouse keeper . Face old flashed inexpressible joy. - Thank you . - Can you go today onto tower? - So it is. - Zatem good bye!... Still word: for every offence in service you will get dismissal. - All right! Tegoż myself still wieczora, when sun rolled down onto second side of isthmus, and after beaming day night followed without dusk, new lighthouse keeper was apparently already on the spot , because street lamp threw, as usual , onto waters one''s sheafs of garish light. Night was completely calm, low, truly tropical, been permeated with bright fog, creator near moon great, coloured tęczowo circle about soft, nieujętych banks. Moire only it stirred, because inflow rose. Skawiński stood on balcony, near at hand near gigantic fires, similar from pit to small, black speck. He tried to collect thought and to hug one''s new position. But thought of him was moreover under pressure, to she could spin correctly. He something felt such, what feels szczuty beast, when it will shelter wreszcie in front of chase on some inaccessible rock or in cave. Time of quiet came at last for him. Feeling of safety filled up some inexpressible pleasure his soul. Here could after abuse former tułactwu, former disasters and failures prostu on this rock. He was really as ship, which storm broke poles, she pulled tenches, sails, which she threw from clouds onto bottom of sea, in which she beated wave, she spat foam - and which yet he wrapped up to harbour. Paintings of this storm moved thoughts in opposition to low future now quickly into him, what did have to begin. Myself Falconbridge''owi told part of one''s odd railway, he did not remember yet about thousand different adventures. Dust he disaster, that whenever he broke where tent and he kindled fire, to to settle down he pulled pegs of tent, he blew away fire, and he carried myself him onto losing onto steels, some wind. Looking now from tower balcony onto educate waves, he remembered about all, what did he pass. Here fought in four parts of world - and on wandering he tried everybody almost contests. Hard-working and honest, many a time he earned penny and always he lost him against every expectations and largest cautions. He was digger of gold in Australia, seeker of diamonds in Africa, government shooter in Eastern Indias. When in one''s time he put farm in Kalifornii, him drought lost; he tried trade with wild tribes, living broke interior of Brazil: raft of him on Amazon, myself he meanwhile helpless and almost naked tułał by in forests some weeks, keeping oneself wild fruit, subject what moment to death in jaw of predatory animals. Smith workshop put in Helena, in Arkansas, and - he burnt in great fire of whole city. Then in Rocky Mountains he got himself in hand of Indians and miracle only he became saved through Canadian shooters. He served as deck hand on running ship between Bahią and Bordeaux, then as harpooner on whaler: both ships they broke. Dust factory of cigars in Havana - okradziony became through partner in moment, when myself