coverack

Updated: June 4, 2025

So my father rowed them past the white houses of Coverack to Dolor Point, and there, at a word, lay on his oars. And the trumpeter, William Tallifer, put his trumpet to his mouth and sounded the reveille. The music of it was like rivers running. "'They will follow, said the drummer. Matthew, pull you now for the Manacles.

Sir Arthur Thomas Quiller-Couch - The Roll-Call Of The Reef