Why, didn't Madge describe the very ship as was lost off Castle Rock, the night before we ever set eyes on her?
and wasn't it printed in the paper ?" "In the next Saturday's paper: yes," replied Solomon, curtly.
"Nay, I heard the old woman with my own ears," said Harry, gravely.
"There had been no wreck when she told me she had seen the schooner.
'The _Firefly_,' said she, 'will never come nearer home than Gethin Bay: you mark my words.' That was twelve hours, ay, and more, before she struck." "Forgive me for interrupting," said Richard; "but I don't understand this matter.

Is it supposed that a vessel announces her own destruction beforehand ?" "Sometimes," said Trevethick, gravely.

"A ship is as well known here--if she belongs to this part of the coast--as a house is known in the Midlands.

Well, if she's doomed, Madge--and it ain't only Madge neither--will see her days before she comes to her end.

This _Firefly,_ for example, belonged to Polwheel, and had been away for weeks." "But still she was expected home ?" interrogated Richard.
"Ay, that's it," said Solomon, once more nodding approval.