wet.

"'Save the chap!' says Billy Ede's wife, Ann. 'What d' 'ee mean by
crying stale fish at that rate?'

"'But 'tis a wreck, I tell 'ee. I've a-zeed 'n!'

"'Why, so 'tis,' says she, 'and I've a-zeed 'n too; and so has
everyone with an eye in his head.'

"And with that she pointed straight over my father's shoulder, and he
turned; and there, close under Dolor Point, at the end of Coverack
town, he saw _another_ wreck washing, and the point black with
people, like emmets, running to and fro in the morning light.
While he stood staring at her, he heard a trumpet sounded on board,
the notes coming in little jerks, like a bird rising against the
wind; but faintly, of course, because of the distance and the gale
blowing--though this had dropped a little.

"'She's a transport,' said Billy Ede's wife, Ann, 'and full of horse
soldiers, fine long men. When she struck they must ha' pitched the
hosses over first to lighten the ship, for a score of dead hosses had
washed in afore I left, half an hour back. An' three or four
soldiers, too--fine long corpses in white breeches and jackets of
blue and gold. I held the lantern to one. Such a straight young
man!'

"My father asked her about the trumpeting.

"'That's the queerest bit of all. She was burnin' a light when me