When all was over, he just turned to the mourners and said gravely, "Thank ye, sir; thank ye kindly, ma'am." And then he covered the body decently with the spare canvas, and lay quietly, down with his own head pillowed upon those loved remains.
Toward afternoon, seals were observed sporting on the waters; but no attempt was made to capture them.

Indeed, Miss Rolleston had quite enough to do to sail the boat with Mr.Hazel's assistance.
The night passed, and the morning brought nothing new; except that they fell in with sea-weed in such quantities the boat could hardly get through it.
Mr.Hazel examined this sea-weed carefully and brought several kinds upon deck.

Among the varieties was one like thin green strips of spinach, very tender and succulent.

His botanical researches included sea-weed, and he recognized this as one of the edible rock-weeds.
There was very little of it comparatively, but he took great pains, and, in two hours' time, had gathered as much as might fill a good-sized slop-basin.
He washed it in fresh water, and then asked Miss Rolleston for a pocket-handkerchief.

This he tied so as to make a bag, and contrived to boil it with the few chips of fuel that remained on board.
After he had boiled it ten minutes, there was no more fuel, except a bowl or two, and the boat-hook, one pair of oars, and the midship and stern thwarts.
He tasted it, and found it glutinous and delicious; he gave Miss Rolleston some, and then fed Welch with the rest.