thought
somebody
might read
a prayer.
“It’s the
custom,
sir,” he
added
apologetically.
And not
long
after,
without
another
word, he
passed
away. In
the
meantime
the
captain,
whom I had
observed
to be
wonderfully
swollen
about the
chest and
pockets,
had turned
out a
great many
various
stores –
the
British
colours, a
Bible, a
coil of
stoutish
rope, pen,
ink, the
log-book,
and pounds
of
tobacco.
He had
found a
longish
fir-tree
