Excerpt from The Battle of the Strong: A Romance of Two Kingdoms Always, always the white foam beats the rocks, and always must man go warily along these coasts. The swimmer plunges into a quiet pool, the snowy froth that masks the reefs seeming only the pretty fringe of sentient life to a sleeping sea but presently an invisible hand reaches up and grasps him, an un seen power drags him exultingly out to the main and he returns no more. Many...