Never mind; I'll tell you the verses, to show you what a queer thing memory is.

The thing was called 'No Man's Sea': "'The days are dead in the No Man's Sea, And God has left it alone; The angels cover their heads and flee, And the wild four winds have flown.
"'There's never a ripple upon the tide, There's never a word or sound; But over the waste the white wraiths glide, To look for the souls of the drowned.
"'The No Man's Sea is a gaol of souls, And its gate is a burning sun, And deep beneath it a great bell tolls For a death that never is done.
"'Alas! for any that comes anear, That lies on its moveless breast; The grumbling water shall be his bier, And never a place of rest."' "There are four of the verses.

Well, I made a motion to stop the rowing, and was mum for a minute.

The men got nervous.

They looked at the boat in front of us, and then turned round, as though to see if the 'Dancing Kate' was still in sight.