

While we were comforting ourselves by the fire after our meal, the Jackwho was sitting in a corner, and who had a bloated pair of shoes on, which he had exhibited while we were eating our eggs and bacon, as interesting relics that he had taken a few days ago from the feet of a drowned seaman washed ashoreasked me if we had seen a four-oared galley going up with the tide? When I told him No, he said she must have gone down then, and yet she took up too, when she left there.