Next day he went off, and took a piece of a tombstone from the churchyard to dredge the bottom with; and in the evening, when the tide had turned, he lay out in the sound again and searched.
Immediately he hauled up the grapnel of a Femböring, the hooks of which were clinging to a leather fisherman's jacket, with the remains of an arm in it.
The fishes had got as much as they could of it out of the leather jacket.
Off to the parson he rowed straightway.
"What! read the service over a washed-out old leather jacket!" cried the parson of Brönö.
"I'll throw the sea-boot into the bargain," answered Isaac.
"Waifs and strays and sea salvage should be advertised in the church porch," thundered the parson.
Then Isaac looked straight into the parson's face.
"The sea-boot has been heavy enough on my conscience," said he; "and I'm sure I don't want to be saddled with the leather jacket as well."
"I tell you I don't mean to cast consecrated earth to the winds," said the parson; he was getting wroth.