For answer to this—­seeing that Master Porson stood at an easy distance with his eye on us—­I saluted him gravely and rode out of the courtyard.

Now the manner of the wreck was this, and our concern with it.  So nearly as I can learn, the Saint Andrew came ashore at two hours after noon:  the date, the 20th of January, 1526, and the weather at the time coarse and foggy with a gale yet blowing from the south-west or a good west of south, but sensibly abating, and the tide wanting an hour before low water.

It happened that Mr. Saint Aubyn was riding, with twenty men at his back, homeward from Gweek, where he had spent three days on some private business, when he heard news of the wreck at a farmhouse on the road to Helleston:  and so turning aside, he, whose dwelling lay farthest from it, came first to the cove.  The news reached us at Pengersick a little after three o’clock; as I remember because my Master was just then settled to dinner.  But he rose at once and gave word to saddle in haste, at the same time bidding me make ready to ride with him, and fifteen others.

So we set forth and rode—­the wind lulling, but the rain coming down steadily—­and reached Gunwallo Cove with a little daylight to spare.  On the beach there we found most of the foreigners landed, but seven of them laid out starkly, who had been drowned or brought ashore dead (for the yard had fallen on board, the day before, and no time left in the ship’s extremity to bury them):  and three as good as dead—­among whom was Master Porson, with a great wound of the scalp; also everywhere great piles of freight, chests, bales, and casks—­a few staved and taking damage from salt water and rain, but the most in apparent good condition.  The crew had worked very busily at the salving, and to the great credit of men who had come through suffering and peril of death.  Mr. Saint Aubyn’s band, too, had lent help, though by this time the flowing of the tide forced them to give over.  But the master (as one might say) of their endeavours was neither the Portuguese captain nor Mr. Saint Aubyn, but a young damsel whom I must describe more particularly.

She was standing, as we rode down the beach, nigh to the water’s edge; with a group of men about her, and Mr. Saint Aubyn himself listening to her orders.  I can see her now as she turned at our approaching and she and my Master looked for the first time into each other’s eyes, which afterwards were to look so often and fondly.  In age she appeared eighteen or twenty; her shape a mere girl’s, but her face somewhat older, being pinched and peaked by the cold, yet the loveliest I have ever seen or shall see.  Her hair, which seemed of a copper red, darkened by rain, was blown about her shoulders, and her drenched blue gown, hitched at the waist with a snakeskin girdle, flapped about her as she turned to one or the other, using more play of hands than our home-bred ladies do.  Her feet were bare