’Ah!’ put in Genefer, ’that be the way of things. The sower sows his seed, and the fowls come and carry it away. The Lord sows His word, and the Church passons come and take it away that it can bring forth no fruit, and leave nort in its place. It is the same when He sends a storm and casts a ship ashore. A Christian man may not stoop and take up a keg of brandy the Lord has rolled to his feet, but the ’xisemen must come and take it away, so to speak, out of his mouth.’ ’There be five shillings for every corpse as be picked up and brought to burial,’ said another. ’But I’d rather have a keg of spirits than a corpse any day. Besides, who’s to earn a crown like that? They may do it on the shores of Essex that be mud and sand. But here! old Uncle Zacky goes about after a storm with a sack, and picks up what gobbets of human flesh he can find on the shore, but the parish won’t give un more than half a crown for as much as he can carry up the cliffs, and that takes a sight more picking up than would a whole corpse. These bain’t times in which honest men may live.’ ’I say, maister!’ called Pentecost to the preventive man; ’spose her be laiden with sea coal, and the coal come ashore. Do’y put your foot down on that and say nobody ain’t to shovel that up, it belongs to his Majesty, God bless him? And next tide the coal be all licked down into the belly of the ocean, and is no good to none.’ ’What be the good of us keeping donkeys?’ asked Gerans; ’I reckon they cost us something for hay in winter. Us don’t keep donkeys for nort; us keep ’em to bring up the cliffs whatever comes ashore. And us is to have the expense of keeping donkeys and not to put ’em to no use! We are to keep the donkeys for the delight of our eyes, as beautiful objecks of nature.’ ’I reckon her be laden with cloam’ (earthenware) ’ovens,’ said Pentecost. ’I wish his Majesty joy of them when they comes ashore. If Job were here and wanted a shard to scratch himself withal, and ventured to pick up a bit of scatted cloam off the beach, you’d be down on him in a jiffy, wouldn’t you now, maister?’ The preventive officer took no notice of the gibes cast at him; he kept his telescope on the vessel. ’Her be on the breakers now,’ said one of the men. ’What be the good of staying here?’ asked another. ’There be no chance of getting nothing unless us was to chuck this chap over the cliffs first.’ ’Don’t say that, Pascho; there’ll be five shillings for every corpse we can bring up the cliffs. And if we manage to save one alive, surely the young lady here will give us a trifle and a drop of cyder to drink her health and the corpse’s. I seez it in her eye.’ ’I will give you ten guineas for every man you save,’ said Mirelle, vehemently, ’and as much as you can eat and drink.’