And they were saying she carried as much corn as would feed every soul in Attica for a year. And all depends for its safety on one little old atomy of a man, who controls that great rudder with a mere broomstick of a tiller! He was pointed out to me; Heron. was his name, I think; a woolly-pated fellow, half-bald.

He is a wonderful hand at it, so the crew say; a very Proteus in sea-cunning.