The poor fellows are worn out with the pump and rowing, upon
little or nothing to eat."
They were trooping past us by this time, looking rather dismal, though not
by any means abject.
"What are you going to do with them now?"
"They'll be taken in by the people. We'll get up a little subscription for
them, but they all belong to the society the sailors have for sending the
shipwrecked to their homes, or where they want to go."
"Well, here's something to help," I said.
"Thank you, sir. They'll be very glad of it."
"And if there's anything wanted that I can do for them, you must let me
know."
"I will, sir. But I don't think there will be any occasion to trouble you.
You are our new clergyman, I believe."
"Not exactly that. Only for a little while, till my friend Mr. Shepherd is
able to come back to you."
"We don't want to lose Mr. Shepherd, sir. He's what they call high in these
parts, but he's a great favourite with all the poor people, because you
see he understands them as if he was of the same flesh and blood with
themselves--as, for that matter, I suppose we all are."
"If we weren't there would be nothing to say at all.
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