W. A. Fraser,
"Le Bretagne"
(1897)
“ Many days after, at the time of Christmas, again the cry of Le Bretagne rang through the streets of Arichat; and again was there much of horror in the cry, for though the sea was calm now, there was Le Bretagne slowly sailing into port; and was not Le Bretagne at the bottom of the sea, and all hands drowned? Small wonder that the browned faces were blanched now, as the fisher-folk lined up on the sand, as they had on that day two moons before. “What sorcery is this?” they asked each other. It was Le Bretagne; they know her as they knew their own houses. ”
