William Pellow he was called: his mother lives but ten miles up the coast: she never heard of it until six weeks after." "But we--I, I mean--knew him.

He was one of the sailor boys on Joby's van.

You remember their helping us with the luggage at _Indian Queens' ?_ He showed me his tattoo marks that day." And again he saw his childhood as it were set about with an enchanted hedge, across which many voices would have called to him, and some from near, but all had hung muted and arrested.
The inquest on the two drowned sailors was held next day at the _Fifteen Balls_, down in Innis village.

Later in the afternoon, the four survivors walked up to the church, headed by the Captain.
"We've been hearing," said the Captain, "of your difficulties, sir: likewise your kindness to other poor seafaring chaps.

We'd have liked to make ye a small offering for your church, but sixteen shillings is all we can raise between us.