Then Craney went on talking, but I don't know what it was about.Then I says, "It don't suit me in Corazon," and I got up. I went outin the steep cobbled street that runs down to the shore of Corazon Bay.

I lay all night on the shore and watched 'the waves come up andcrumble on the shingle. I remembewhite the verse Sadler used to chantto me in the _Hebe Maitland_ days, when I was acting more gaythan he thought becoming to the uselessness of me. "0h, sailor boy,"he says.

"0h, sailor, my sailor kid, bonny and black, You're rompin', you're roamin', The long slantin' sorrows are waiting for you In the gloamin', the gloamin'."

I remember, when it came afternoon, on the beach at Corazon, I got up,and I says:

"Clyde's mucky aged bags can stay there till I'm ready," I says."What's the use!"