Louis Becke,
John Corwell, Sailor and Miner…
“ The gold was taken care of by the chief, who brought it on board to Corwell. “When do these men die?” he asked, “To-day,” replied Corwell huskily; “to-day, after I have buried my wife.” On a little island just within the barrier reef, she was laid to rest, with the never-ending cry of the surf for her requiem. At sunset, Corwell and Mallet left the ship and landed at the village, and as their feet touched the sand the war-drums broke out with deafening clamour. They each carried a cutlass, and walked quickly through the thronging natives to the “House of the Young Men.” ”
