Commodore Vanderbilt : 9781596056428 : 01 Dec 2005 : Corneel flung up that lion head of his, a mingling of amusement and resentment mirrored in his frosty eyes. "Steamship, gal," he corrected. "Steamboats don't go to sea. The Prometheus is the sightliest craft in these waters. I didn't see her beat in England, either. And I'll tell ye something else. She's the fust ocean steamer ever built with one man's money." A flame of high egotism ennobled his conqueror's face. "She's Cornelius Van Derbilt's, as she puts to sea. No other man owns ary dollar of her. She's mine, b'God, mine!" -from Chapter IV His name has not endured like those of his contemporaries, but Arthur D. Howden Smith was, in the early years of the 20th century, a tremendously popular author of pulp fiction on a par with E.E. "Doc" Smith and Edgar Rice Burroughs. And the same boisterous enthusiasm that made his adventure tales of pirates and Vikings so rip-roaring readable bursts forth from his nonfiction as well. Here,