Low miserable lives of hand-to-mouth,
And her, he loved, a beggar: then he pray’d
‘Save them from this, whatever comes to me.’
And while he pray’d, the master of that ship
Enoch had served in, hearing his mischance, 120
Came, for he knew the man and valued him,
Reporting of his vessel China-bound,
And wanting yet a boatswain. Would he go?
There yet were many weeks before she sail’d,
Sail’d from this port. Would Enoch have the place? 125