George Manville Fenn,
Mother Carey's Chicken: Her Voyage to the Unknown Isle
“ He was in a kind of dream for the next few minutes—a dream in which sea, rocks, sand, and trees were slowly gliding round him. Then he was aroused by a pair of strong arms catching him by the shoulders, and a familiar voice crying:“Why, Mark, my lad, what’s all this?”He could not speak, only stare, and as he looked in the second-mate’s face another voice rang in his ears:“He is overcome with walking in the heat. Hail the lads, Morgan, and we’ll have him carried to the boat. Why, Mark, my boy, how foolish of you to come—and on such a day! Here, drink.” ”
