I'd bought it and put up a shanty for a gunnin' shack; took city gunners down there, once in a while, the fall before.

That summer I'd leased it to a friend of mine, name of Darius Baker, who used it while he was lobsterin'.

The gale had driven us straight in from sea, 'way past Sandy P'int and on to the island.
'Twas like hittin' a nail head in a board fence, but we'd done it.

Shows what Providence can do when it sets out.
"I explained some of this to Williams as we waded through the sand to the shanty.
"'But is this Baker chap here now ?' he asks.
"'I'm afraid not,' says I.'The lobster season's about over, and he was goin' South on a yacht this week.

Still, he wa'n't to go till Saturday and perhaps--' "But the shanty was empty when we got there.