In an old trunk which had obviously belonged to Captain Shadrach she found a sort of pocket on the under side of the lid, a pocket closing with a flap and a catch.

In this pocket were some papers, old receipts and the like, and a photograph.

The photograph interested her exceedingly.

It was yellow and faded but still perfectly distinct.
There was a large building standing on posts fixed in the sand, and beyond it were wharves and a glimpse of schooners and the sea.

Barrels, a good many barrels, were piled upon the wharves and at the end of the building.