itution. Jarman's opinion of her was
expressed in the words "she's parfect, sir, and if you tried to improve
her you'd only spile her." From him I obtained much information, and
many a yarn about his experiences on the famous and fatal Goodwin Sands,
which, if recorded, would fill a volume. Indeed a volume has already
been written about them, and other deeds of daring on those Sands, by
one of the clergymen of Ramsgate.

I also saw the captain of the steam-tug that attends upon that boat. He
took me on board his vessel and showed me the gold and silver medals he
had received from his own nation, and from the monarchs of foreign
lands, for rescuing human lives. I chatted with the men of Deal whose
profession it is to work in the storm, and succour ships in distress,
and who have little to do but lounge on the beach and spin yarns when
the weather is fine. I also listened to the thrilling yarns of Jarman
until I felt a strong desire to go off with him to a wreck. This,
however, was not possible. No amateur is allowed to go off in the
Ramsgate boat on any pretext whatever, but the restriction is not so
absolute in regard to the steamer which attends on her. I obtained
leave to go out in this tug, which always lies with her fires banked up
ready to take the Lifeboat off to the sands, if her services should be
required. Jarman promised to rouse me if a summons should come. As in
cases of rescue from fire, speed is all-important. I slept for several
nights with my clothes on--boots and all--at the hotel nearest to the
harbour. But it was not to be. Night after night continued
exasperatingly calm.

No gale would arise or wreck occur. This was trying, as I lay there,
wakeful and hopeful, with plenty of time to study the perplexing
question whether it is legitimate, under any circumstance, to wish for a
wreck or a fire!

When patience was worn out I gave it up in despair.

At another time, however, I had an opportunity of seeing the Lifeboat in
action. It was when I was spending a couple of weeks on board of the
"Gull" Lightship, which lies between Ramsgate and the Goodwins.

A "dirty" day had culminated in a tempestuous night. The watch on deck,
clad in drenched oil-skins, was tramping overhead, rendering my repose
fitful. Suddenly he opened the skylight, and shouted that the Southsand
Head Lightship was firing, and sending up rockets. As this meant a
wreck on the sands we all rushed on deck, and saw the