Louis Becke,
By Rock and Pool on an Austral Shore…
“ Now, grog is a good thing. It is good for a weak, panting woman when her strength is gone and her soul is terrified, and it is good for an old man who is despised by his relations because he is bitten with poverty. There was grog in a wicker jar in the cabin. I gave her some in a glass, and then as the dog Franka, whose soul and body are now in hell, was getting the schooner under way, she told me that while she and Preston were asleep the house was [pg 38] surrounded by a hundred or more of men from Rōan Kiti, led by Franka. ”
