... ravages of the storm vexed them but little. A report came from somewhere about Tory Island of a strange apparition in the sky the night of the storm, like a queer, unchancy sort of boat sailing and a bare mast stuck up out of it. That was the last was ever ...

... townsman loves the country best, he said. Your countryman only knows that the mire is on his boots, however fine the sky. That night he walked into the inn-kitchen and sat down on the settle by the fire, within the shelter of the great screen of oak ...