Henry C. Rowland,
Sea Scamps — At the Last of the Ebb
(1903)
“ When the eggs were cooked and eaten, a better feeling seemed to pervade the castaways. In their hunger none but the economical Jap observed that the Mate ate but one egg. The Countess dropped off into a doze, and the others soon followed—all but the Mate, who arose and searched the horizon with a cold, grey, anxious eye. Soon he stole away from the others, and prowled the beach, dragging fragments of wreckage away from the reach of the tide, searching shell-heap and riffle for objects of use. ”
