The New Yorker, June 13, 1959 P. 28
The Bishop was sitting in the stern of the boat already dressed in his robes. He was going from the Irish mainland across to the island, which he visited every four years, on the occasion of the confirmation ceremony. In the boat he recalls the past when he lived on the island. He was the only child of a sea widow, who would not let him go to sea. When he was half grown he did go out with Seoineen, a seminary student, who was soon to become a priest. A great wave came which swept away all the boats & all the inhabitants of the is land, but miraculously, the boy & Seoineen were cast ashore on a promontory & saved.
