knew what was coming. The summer-boarder girls in pink and blue shirtwaists stopped tittering over Captain Edwardes’s wonderful poem, and looked back to see why all was silent. The fishermen pressed forward as that town official who had talked to Cheyne bobbed up on the platform and began to read the year’s list of losses, dividing them into months. Last September’s casualties were mostly single men and strangers, but his voice rang very loud in the stillness of the hall.
“September 9th. Schooner Florrie Anderson lost, with all aboard, off the Georges. “Reuben Pitman, master, 50, single, Main Street, City. “Emil Olsen, 19, single, 329 Hammond Street, City. Denmark. “Oscar Standberg, single, 25. Sweden. “Carl Stanberg, single, 28, Main Street. City. “Pedro, supposed Madeira, single, Keene’s boardinghouse. City. “Joseph Welsh, alias Joseph Wright, 30, St. John’s, Newfoundland.”
“No—Augusty, Maine,” a voice cried from the body