The great seas swept her in and crushed her to splinters and rubbish upon the rock tushes at the base of the precipice.

Not one of all that fair and gracious company was ever seen again alive.

The tale is told to every stranger that passes the spot, and it will continue to be told to all that come, for generations; but it will never grow old, custom cannot stale it, the heart-break that is in it can never perish out of it.
There were two hundred persons in the ship, and but one survived the disaster.

He was a sailor.

A huge sea flung him up the face of the precipice and stretched him on a narrow shelf of rock midway between the top and the bottom, and there he lay all night.