He liked the solitude of the tremendous, tumbling ocean; the fresh, windy downs; he liked to feel the gusty Trades flogging his face, and he would remain for hours watching the roll and plunge of the breakers with the silent, unreasoned enjoyment of a child.

All at once he developed a passion for fishing.

He would sit all day nearly motionless upon a point of rocks, his fish-line between his fingers, happy if he caught three perch in twelve hours.

At noon he would retire to a bit of level turf around an angle of the shore and cook his fish, eating them without salt or knife or fork.

He thrust a pointed stick down the mouth of the perch, and turned it slowly over the blaze.