were but, 'Yn y dyfroedd mawr a'r tònau'?[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. He hadn't a relation in the world that he knew of. He
had got on well, and had saved five hundred pounds. They were safe in
the bank at Cardiff, and when he found he was not going to get better
after all--for he hadn't the same healthy constitution that I
had--well, nothing would do for him but he must make his will and leave
all he had to me. 'Twas all right and proper, Sara, and the nurse and
the doctor witnessed it.

"Caton pawb! he thought I had done a lot for him, poor fellow; when, if
he only knew, the Welsh hymns and the talks about Wales had helped me
to get well. I had my hand on his, just like you have yours on mine
now, when he died. He said a few serious words to me before he went,
Sara. I will keep them to myself, but I can tell you they often come
back to my memory. Well, he died and I got well, and as soon as I was
strong enough I hired on board a ship bound for Cardiff. I went at
once to a lawyer to see about my 500 pounds, and I felt a rich man, I
can tell you, but there was no pleasure in it, Sara.

"I would willingly have thrown it over the docks, if that would blot
out one evening behind the broom bushes at Garthowen, and one night
when I saw a sight which spoilt my life. It's twenty minutes to the
starting time yet, Sara. Art tired, or will I tell the rest of my