"She's a famous wise woman is Jeanne Falla, and many a licking she gave me when I was a boy for stealing her apples round there at Cobo." When my grandfather waved his hand, as they ran out past Castle Cornet, the last link broke between Sercq and myself for many a day.

Before I saw any of them again--except the distant sight of the Island lying like a great blue whale nuzzling its young, as we passed up Little Russel next morning--many things had happened for the changing of many lives.

I had seen much, suffered much, and learned much, and it is of these things I have to tell you.
We cast off next day, amid the cheers and wavings of a great crowd.

Half Peter Port stood on the walls of the old harbour.

Some had friends and relatives on board, and their shoutings were akin to lusty, veiled prayers for their safe return.