very last, to blow '_God Save the King_.' What's more,
he got to '_Send us victorious_' before an extra big sea came
bursting across and washed them off the deck--every man but one of
the pair beneath the poop--and _he_ dropped his hold before the next
wave; being stunned, I reckon. The others went out of sight at once,
but the trumpeter--being, as I said, a powerful man as well as a
tough swimmer--rose like a duck, rode out a couple of breakers, and
came in on the crest of the third. The folks looked to see him broke
like an egg at their feet; but when the smother cleared, there he
was, lying face downward on a ledge below them; and one of the men
that happened to have a rope round him--I forget the fellow's name,
if I ever heard it--jumped down and grabbed him by the ankle as he
began to slip back. Before the next big sea, the pair were hauled
high enough to be out of harm, and another heave brought them up to
grass. Quick work; but master trumpeter wasn't quite dead; nothing
worse than a cracked head and three staved ribs. In twenty minutes
or so they had him in bed, with the doctor to tend him."

"Now was the time--nothing being left alive upon the transport--for
my father to tell of the sloop he'd seen driving upon the Manacles.
And when he got a hearing, though the most were set upon salvage,
and believed a wreck in the hand, so to say, to be worth half a dozen
they couldn't see, a good few volunteered to start off with him and
have a look. They crossed Lowland Point; no ship to be seen on the
Manacles, nor anywhere upon the sea. One or two was for calling my
father a liar. 'Wait till we come to Dean Point,' said he.
Sure enough, on the far side of Dean Point, they found the sloop's
mainmast washing about with half a dozen men lashed to it--men
in red jackets--every mother's son drowned and staring; and a little
farther on, just under the Dean, three or four bodies cast up on the
shore, one of them a small drummer-boy, side-drum and all; and, near
by, part of a ship's gig, with 'H.M.S. _Primrose_' cut on the
stern-board. From this point on, the shore was littered thick with
wreckage and dead bodies--the most of them Marines in uniform; and in
Godrevy Cove, in particular, a heap of furniture from the captain's
cabin, and amongst it a water-tight box, not much damaged, and full
of papers; by which, when it came to be examined next day, the wreck
was easily made out to be the _Primrose_, of eighteen guns