The daily morning journal and courier., 1894-08-23
An Ocean storm at Nordsrnsy.
 Norderney, 'North Sea-"

qHite young lad. read ana was ex- ceedlngly interested fin the Ship wreck" that famous poem written by the old English poet. Faiconer He was shipwrecked on the coast of calabria in Italy considerably over one hundred years ago. and this poem. in. l think. four or six cantos. is a classic in the English language. and thrills and stirs ones heart. as the reader. in gazing at the picture. which the poet graphically portrays. can see the gathering clouds foretelling the coming storm; he can see the great heaving ocean gathering It's huge waves and rolling them maJes- tically along. as 1t dashes the foam crests against the rugged Italian reefs and rocky shores.
 The white gulls scream as they fly past the ship. and soon the bowling storm gathers in great fury. and the little ship is obliged to "heave to- un- der shortened canvas. and as there is no sea room to allow the ship to stretch out to the open ocean. and as the tides and currents in that locality are swift and errant she drifts in towards the shore, while the captains orders are blown far away by the gale. and all hands stand by" facing death in the yawning abyss. till the keel grates on the reef and a huge roller completes the work of destruction by throwing the ill-starred craft on her beam ends, when she quickly Is broken up and dashed to pieces.
 Apparent nantes rari in gurgite vasto." Nearly all hands are swal- lowed up by the all devouring sea; the poet. however. survives to tell the tale of the "shipwreck, and he sings 1t, too, in masterly manner. The United States ship of war Chicago" on her voyage last January from Nice to Smyrna, found herself in the same To- cality, in a gale of wind, where Fall coner suffered .shipwreck, but the pow CT of steam carried her safely along as she shook the rough waves from her bows and stood along into smoother seas.
 Ever since reading the above poem have greatly wished to witness a gale at sea, and I was gratified some years ago, for was caught one October night in little craft of 190 tons near the is- land of St. Thomas in the West Indian islands, in that dreadful hurricane in which over one hundred ships went down, and damage to a fearful extent was done to the islands of St. Thomas, Virgin Gorda, Tartola and other neigh boring islands. I assure you on that occasion had all the experience de- sired relative to sea storms. We lay to all night, under fore topmast stay sail and main spencer, with hawser to leeward made fast to two bales of hay, run out thirty fathoms, to keep the bow well up to the sea, and when our little craft, the "GazelIe," crawled out of the hurricane the next morning she looked like rooster with his tail feath- CTS plucked out, and we passengers were in a deplorable and dilapidated condition.
 AS we all know that sea-sick per- sons forget their troubles when once they have landed on terra f1rma," so I confess I soon forgot the fury of that hurricane, and have desired ever since then to be present at one of our pleas ant seaside resorts on, our American coast, and, ensconced in safe position, witness storm on the great deep.
 I have visited Nantucket, 'Sconset, Block Island, Watch Hill and other re- sorts, but have never witnessed a gen. uine ocean gale.
 The sea has always been majestic and grand, with the appearance of tanned wild beast. What I desired was rage and fury. I wished to behold the glar- ing eyes of the lion, rampant with bristling mane and roaring madly l have always found a. tame, sleepy lion, like those seen in 8 menagerie, stupi- fled with narcotics.
 At Norderney I have had my desire amply gratified, and what I have longed for for more than a score of years has been carried out to the small est detail. A few days since the great pillows of the North sea began to heave in fine style as if old Enceladus had left his home beneath glowing Etna and had temporarily taken up his abode be- meath the North sea in the neighbor- hood of Norderney. The barometer began falling and Cirro-cumuli clouds Sailors call them bishops wigs) began to scatter over the heavens, birds were screaming and flying hither and thith- CT and everything pointed to an ap- preaching storm. Men and women Bade Frauen and Bade Herren) began to draw the wheeled bath houses far up the beach to a safe position, the sun set in a dark, thick bank of clouds, and the waves commenced pounding the beach as darkness set in. On account of our high latitude it was not dark till 1O:3O p. m., and at that time the low murmuring of the sea produced a weird sensation in the hearts of all who watched the approach of the storm. The wind was increasing steadily from the southwest and at 2 a. m. the gale broke on us in all it's fury. Although the night was dark still one could see the white surf dashing against the beach and the phosphorescent glint caused the whole sea to appear as if on fire, This continued all night, and at 6 a. m. the panorama which appeared from our bedroom window was grand indeed. !"
 I have heard of storms on the coast which have been worth crossing an ocean to behold, and the winter storms on the New England coast must be something once seen never to be forgot ten; but this magnificent storm on the