The name of the town was graven on their hearts, and they went to see him.

He was a mere boy, a pretty boy, and when they asked him about the wreck he became excited in his weakness and fever, and told them all the story of it as he had seen it with his own eyes.
It was an October afternoon.

A storm had been lowering and partially breaking over the town for three days, and that day there was a glare of murky light from the cloud that made the common people think that the end of the world was come.

When the ship struck, the fisher-people ran out of the town to the shore nearest her, and this boy would have run out with them and been among the foremost but that a very pious and charitable lady of the place had besought him to take her with him.
There was a great rain and wind, and it was with difficulty that he led the lady out and helped her down to the shore.

By that time the wreck had been dashed to pieces, and the fishermen were bringing in the dead bodies of the crew.