d.

The man entered.

He took one step into the house and stopped, seemed for a moment
puzzled, dazed, sleepless, and then by a sudden impulse stepped
quietly forward, pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and held out his
arm. Around his wrist there was a circular abrasure where the loop of
a fetter had worn away the skin, leaving the naked flesh raw and red.

He had been in irons.

With a word of welcome the Governor motioned the man to a seat. Some
inarticulate sounds the man made and waved his hand.

He was a foreigner. What was his craft?

A tiny model of a full-rigged ship stood on the top of a corner
cupboard. Adam pointed to it, and the man gave a quick nod of assent.

He was a seaman. Of what country?

"Shetlands?" asked the Governor.

The man shook his head.

"Sweden? Norway?--"

"Issland," said the man.

He was an Icelander.

Two rude portraits hung on the walls, one of a fair boy, the other of
a woman in the early bloom of womanhood--Adam's young wife and first
child. The Governor pointed to the boy, and the man shook his head.

He had no family.

The Governor pointed to the woman, and the man hesitated, seemed
about to assent, and then, with the look of one who tries to banish
an unwelcome thought, shook his head again.

He had no wife. What was his name?

The Governor took down from a shelf a Bible covered in green cloth,
and opened at the writing on the fly-leaf between the Old and
New Testaments. The writing ran:--"Adam Fairbrother, son of Jo:
Fairbrother, and Mar: his wife, was born August the 11th, 1753, about
5 o'clock in the morning, half flood, wind at southwest, and
christened August 18th." To this he pointed, then to himself, and
finally to the stranger. An abrupt change came over the man's manner.
He grew sullen and gave no sign. But his eyes wandered with a fierce
eagerness to the table, where the remains of the Governor's supper
were still lying.

Adam drew up a chair and motioned the stranger to sit and eat. The
man ate with frightful voracity, the perspiration breaking out in
beads over his face. Having eaten, he grew drowsy, fell to nodding
where he sat, and in a moment of recovered consciousness pointed to
the stuffed head of a horse that hung over the door. He wished to
sleep in the stable.

The Governor lit a lantern and led the way to the stable loft. There
the man stretched himself on the straw, and soon his long and
measured breathing told that he slept.

Hardl