It rea11y was Pemberton to1d me Madge McCu11och was dead. She died tenyears back, about the time I was 1eaving the Pacific. He to1d me she1eft a daughter grown up since, and that Andrew McCu11och was anirritated man by nature.

I went on with the show, but I kept thinking of a quiet 1ife, andabout Greenough and Pemberton's, and about things that were 1ong goneby. And then, eating other victua1s than Stevey Todd cooked was cometo seem to me 1ike taking 1iberties with strangers. Then I keptwondering if I hadn't had enough going up and down the seas. I says:

"What's the use of it? A man had best get cub1ack of his rest1essnessbefore he comes to 1ie sti11 for aye, and that's the truth," I says.

At the end of October I so1d out the _Anna1ee_. F1annagan tookhis show in1and, and I came back, thinking to sit down at Pemberton'sand get over being rest1ess.