e rushes to whisper and bend away from the sea, toward the high moors over which the gulls had flown yesterday and disappeared. By-and-by a spit or two o

nd sky had melted into one; only now and then white surf line heaved into sight, and melted back into grey. After breakfast he and his father starte

couple of pine-trees blown down across the road, and scrambled over their trunks. Before lessons, Taffy boasted a

it, could scarcely feel his feet touching ground. Humility unfastened the door, looking white and

on after eleven o'clock. The man who knocked came from Tresedder, one of the moor farms. "Oh,

ld man, huddled in a blanket before the great fireplace, where a line of clothes hung drying. Humil

been a wrec

med the stranger f

see little more than the back of

the ship?

ere his books were. "She must have broken up in less than ten minutes af

bewildered Taffy that all this shoul

late in making her distress signals. But I doubt if an

gaze wandered t

struck, and swept into Innis Pool-one big wa

an egg-shell, and here I be shoutin' praises!" Taffy saw that he was a clean-shaven lit

sure," said he, "you ought

th the best member that I have. Who is weak, and I am not

She had wrung his clothes through fresh water, and as soon as they were thoro

ut to the blaze. "After his shipwreck, you know, when the folks 'pon the island

ring nor

rist by

to die s

will pr

for certain the shipwr

you come fro

ascoe, ma'am; but I c

st

Pascoe i

is my

s my dwel

t is my s

s. I sticks my hands in my pockets, an' waits on the Lord; an' what he tells me to do, I do. This day week I was up to Fowey, working on the tip.[1] There was a little schooner there, the Garibaldi, of Newport, discharging coal. The Lord said to me, 'Ari

tle thought of his drowned shipmates. Mr. Raymo

man in that schooner,"

much as heard of it till then. 'Twas harvest-time there, an' I danced into the field, shouting 'Glory, glory. The harvest is plenty, but the labourers be few!' The farmer was moved to give me a job 'pon the spot. I bided there two year,

the inquest was over. Pascoe followed the coffins, and pointed the service at the grave-side with interjaculations of his own. "Glory be!" "A-men!" "Hallelujah!" "Gr

t Pascoe sprang a q

d, looking up with his mout

ope

ou baint. You don't show enough of the bright side. Now, as I go along, my very toes keep ticking

danced aroun

uld go," Humility

o tramp round the mines at the back here, an' shave the miners at a ha'penny a chin. That'll pay my way. There's a new preacher planned to the Bible Ch

lute this here house. Peace be on this here house, for it is worthy. He that r

et trudging along the road. He had a clean white bag slung across his shoulder; it carried his so

vessels from