Chapter 19 ON THE BEACH

Toll for the brave,

The grave that are no more;

All sunk beneath the wave

Fast by their native shore-Cowper

The night was cold, and I had nothing on me save breeches and boots, and those drenched with the sea, and had been wrestling with the surf so long that there was little left in me. Yet once I clutched the rope I clung to it for ve