When I came to myself, he was there, poor fellow, as yellow as a guinea, with black shadows under his eyes, and the parched lips that showed he was having a hard fight for his life.

But singing he was all through the long nights in that strange place, though his voice was so weak and husky you could scarcely hear him; but the words, Sara fach! I almost rose up in my bed when I heard them.

What d'ye think they were but, 'Yn y dyfroedd mawr a'r tonau' ?[1] My heart leapt out to him at once, and I tried hard to speak to him, but he couldn't hear me; and when I was getting better he was getting worse, till one day the black vomit came on, and then I thought 'twas all over with him.

But instead of that, it seemed to do him good, for he got better after that, and very soon I was able to sit a bit by his bedside, and to talk to him about the old country.

His name was Jacob Ellis, and he had been captain of the _Albatross_ trading between Swansea and Cardiff and Monte Video.