Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1893-09-09


would have accepted the warnings
hung out in the sky and turned back,
but kept on hoping against the signs
of the weather, until when half way
the heavens uttered low, moaning
sob, and gale from the southwest
broke upon the coast, bringing with it
first heavy, penetrating mist, and
then driving, kissing sheets OF rain,
which made my face and hands smart,
half blinded me and wet me to the
skin.
When was thoroughly soaked 1
came to a cross roads, and 10! a quiet,
respectable little Inn. The landlord
was very civil and obliging. He found
me set of flannels, a large, warm
dressing gown, and pair of roomy
slippers. He also supplied the sugges-
tion that glass of rum punch by the
fire in the bar was the best preventive
medicine l could swallow.
/ got off my wet things, and got on
the things warm and dry, and sat down
by the fire. The buXom landlady set a
steaming tumbler by my elbow. | lit
my pipe, and began to feel grateful to
the storm which had driven me into
such snug quarters. My comfort was
made complete when the landlord,
burly, middle-aged man of ruddy face
and genial manner sat down opposite
me, with II steaming tumblcr of rum at
his elbow, and long churchwarden
between his thumb and finger
'That'sa a stiff gale, said l.
ut will be worse presently" said he,
crossing his legs luXuriously, and look
ing gravely into the smoke which he
blew from his lips into shaggy cloud
toward the high wide fireplace.
There will be n heavy sea on outside
If it grows any worse, and keeps at it?"
said, interrogatively.
There will be as much sea on before
morning as ever we have here; but,
bless you, that's not much"
, do you never have much sea here?"
No; not to speak of. Why, there
isn't water enough inshore for it. It's
all sand and sand and sand-out pretty
nigh as far as you can see At low wa
ter man can walk out mile. A very
different coast from the one l was
brought up on.''
, Where was that?"
"Mynhinbay, Cornwall. That's where
you have chance of getting a look at
the wester and what it can do All
cliffs and rocks and huge powders,
with the green water mounting fifty
feet up the rocks, and the spray flying
a hundred over the land. You don't
know South Cornwall?"
: II can't say that do
"And never heard of the loss of the
Unicorn in Mynhinbay?"
mo. Perhaps you would be good |
enough to tell me-" said l, perceiving
he had story in his mind. was just |
in the humor to listen.
He settled himself in his big Windsor |
easy chair, took a pull at his glass, |
blew few slow whiffs from his pipe to |
compose himself and began:
"Mynhinbay faces sou'west. For
miles the coast is bold, ironbound with
no other break. Mynhin isn't more !
than half mile wide at the opening |
but it expands inside. A mile from the |
mouth it stops at a sandy strand. The |
full force of the Atlantic wallows into |
it in heavy SOU -wester, and no ship |
has chance once she gets inside its |
jaws.
''You may ask what business a ship |
has inside its jaws. Well, none at all; |
for it is not port, nor is there any |
port near for which it can be mis-
taken. But accidents happen, and |
once in fifty years or SO an unfortunate
craft gets swept in, and then it |