The old Cornish women had a tradition that when a fishing-boat failed to return to that bay of storms, the spirit of the drowned man would rise to the surface and answer his wife if she hailed him from the shore.

It was a rite and solemn ceremony, now fallen into decay.

There was a story of one young wife who, getting no answer, left her desolate cottage at midnight and swam out to the Moon Rock at high tide.

She had scrambled up its slippery sides and called her husband from the summit.
She had called and called his name until he came.

In the morning they were found--the wife, and the husband who had been called from the depth of the sea, floating together in one of the sea caverns at the base of the Moon Rock, their white faces tangled in the red seaweed which streaked the green surging water like blood.
Sisily knew this story, and believed it to be true.