For two years the ships came and went.  He was there to see the outward-bound clipper, and greet her on her return.  He was known only by a few who frequented the place.  When he was missed at last from his accustomed spot, a day or two elapsed before any alarm was felt.  One Sunday, a party of pleasure-seekers clambering over the rocks were attracted by the barking of a dog that had run on before them.  When they came up they found a plainly dressed man lying there dead.  There were a few papers in his pocket,—­chiefly slips cut from different journals of old marine memoranda,—­and his face was turned towards the distant sea.