ISO ALONGSHORE '" 



to himself what she was come to. Anxious still to 

 find some praise for her, he said : 'Aye ! but her 

 know'd her berth, the old Hen did. This was her 

 own berth her knocked into. 'Twas just here us 

 come'd ashore wi' thic catch o' herrings — do 'ee 

 mind? 'Twas just here her shoved off from — 

 the last time. Her know'd her berth. Her 

 know'd ! 



'Come along in house, you,' he added. 'Bring 

 in your catch in thic bucket. The old Hen '11 lie 

 so snug there as ever her did. Her's come to her 

 rightful home, an' her knows it.' 



So we brought the Waremen in house, found 

 some food, made tea once more, and for a change 

 of clothes we routed out old sweaters, patched 

 trousers, and darned guernseys. The kitchen was 

 choked up with the remains of three suppers and 

 with wet garments lying in heaps on the floor. 

 They stripped and dried themselves where they 

 sat. One of them had the chest and belly muscles 

 grandly clean-cut — developed to perfection by a 

 life spent at the oars. Yet even while I was wishing 

 that some great sculptor would carve his likeness 

 before labour wore him out (knowing very well 

 all the time that no stone statue in a gallery could 

 equal the play of the lamplight upon the living 



