The East

in The Montgomery Advertiser (Montgomery, AL, USA) (Sep 10, 1923): (Page imagery not yet available)

First serialized as Youth in Blackwood's Magazine (Edinburgh, UK) (Sep 1898)
Subsequently serialized as Youth in The Outlook (New York, NY, USA) (Oct 1, 1898)
Subsequently extracted as How I Was Blown Up: A Catastrophe in The Otago Witness (Dunedin, New Zealand) (Feb 16, 1899)
Subsequently extracted as The Last Meal on Board in The Star (Christchurch, New Zealand) (Mar 11, 1899)
Collected as Youth in Youth, a Narrative; and Two Other Stories (1902)
Subsequently serialized as Youth in Eigo Seinen (Tokyo, Japan) (Mar 11, 1904 — Dec 21, 1904)
Subsequently extracted as The Spirit of the East in The Evening Post (Wellington, New Zealand) (Feb 24, 1912)
Subsequently serialized as The Burning of the Ship in The Miami Herald (Miami, FL, USA) (May 31, 1920)
Subsequently serialized as Jeunesse in La Revue de Paris (Paris, France) (May 1, 1925 — May 15, 1925)
Subsequently serialized as Jugend in Die Neue Rundschau (Berlin, Germany) (Oct 1926)
Subsequently serialized as Youth in The Golden Book (New York, NY, USA) (Nov 1928)
Subsequently serialized as Youth in The Argosy (London, UK) (Jan 1929)
Subsequently serialized as Mladost / Na Morju in Slovenec (Ljubljana, Slovenia) (Sep 5, 1935)
Subsequently serialized as Youth in The New York Post (New York, NY, USA) (Aug 10, 1946)
Subsequently serialized as Halt aus oder stirb! in Die Neue Stafette (Freiburg im Breisgau, Germany) (Jul 2, 1961 — Jul 16, 1961)

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p.4. Extract reads: "“And then I saw the men of the East--they were looking at me. The whole length of the jetty was full of people. I saw brown, bronze, yellow faces, the black eyes, the glitter, the color of an Eastern crowd. And all these beings stared without a murmur, without a sigh, without a movement. . . . Nothing moved. The fronds of palms stood still against the sky. Not a branch stirred along the shore, and the brown roofs of hidden houses peeped through the green foliage, through the big leaves that hung shining and still like leaves forged of heavy metal. This was the East of the ancient navigators, so old, so mysterious, resplendent and somber, living and unchanged."

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