The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1899-03-12
Where the moon sails in southern sky
Where the south wind blows softly BY
1 here's The red gold where the dead men lie,
Where all bold Lads are sailing.

Justin for thought of his father, prob
ably witless again, but Jziel only
cudSeling his brain how to get Justin
off the accused isle and safe back to
Mistress Marian's side. Between de-
sire to warm themselves and lack of
care whittier their steps tended, they
wandered far along the shore. This
night was almost moonless, rushing
clouds obscuring the sky, and haunt
ing wind wailing most dolefully in the
tall palm groves of the shores. 1t was
late when OZiel halted and raised his
| hand warningly.
Listen" said he. What was that %
The wind. the wind" cried Justin,
fretfully. 1T has been singing the old
song in my ears all night:
There's the red gold where the dead men
lie,
Where all bold lads are sailing.
The dead men, the dead menl All of
! US. Murrin and Lynch and you and
and my poor father shall all lie to-
| gether dead on this gold-cursed islandi
| My father, my poor father! So sud-
| denly recovered so quickly lost againl
| Pity for thee, Oziel, to follow my ill
fated venture. old friend. old friendr
He threw himself sobbing on the
sand, but Oziel paid no heed to him.
He was listening with all his mind on
eager stretch. That was not the wind
1t rose and fell Ike the wind, walled
! like the wind, sometimes sounded shril-
! ly as the wind, but wind it was not.
1t was sound of human voices raised
| in song-the same song as that the lads
! had heard when, escaping from Lynch
and Donnereau, they saw the unholy
dance of the Worshipers. OZiel
left Justin on the sand and ran eau
| tiously forward. He had not gone far
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the moon shone out. Oziel hid in the
groves and watched. and his heart
leaped as he watched.
Weirdly chanting, he saw on the wa
ters edge a band of the relapsed Afri-
cans, who as they sang their song,
were passing continually from
strange shape in the water to the land,
where line of canoes was drawn up.
The savages, as they passed to the ca
noes, bore burdens, some of which it
took three or four of them to carry
and deposit in the frail boats. Round
the wreck, for now Oziel could see that
it was an ancient wreck, many more
of the blacks labored busily. The tide
was far out, and the rotten timbers Of
the old ship were out of the water
From these timbers, and from the
sand about, the Africans were digging
hastily the boxes the others bore, and
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some figure, directing them. 1t was
Sir geographically as of yore, his neck
entwined with a writing snake, the
jeweled wand raised in his hand. Mad
again or not, OZiel could see that the
old knight had recovered full control
of his CHASTITY worshipers. These la
bored submissively, and their song was
mournful and sad. Oziel could not hold
himself.
'Ho! Sir Rogerr' he yelled. Have
you, then, deserted thy SOM"
At the call the work stopped, and
many of the Africans cried out angrily.
But Sir Roger raised his wand and
shouted in u loud voice, and at once the
unhappy wretches were silent
Then Sir Roger cried:
"Oziel, is it well with you and my
son? Is the schooner secured?"
Justin is with me-" cried Oziel. "As
for the schooner l must talk with
you"
At that the old knight seemed to
leave the work in charge of one he
could trust, and came along the beach
Rapidly OZiel, rejoiced to see in the
knights calm demeanor that he was in
his right mind, explained the situation.
Very shortly, father and son were again
in each others arms, and at once Sir.
Roger took prompt, energetic, seaman |
like command.
Come said he; there is no time to |
be lost, no time to explain"
He led them to the canoes, and they |