Wauwatosa news. [volume] (Wauwatosa, Wis.) 1900-1948, 1902-05-24

touched his forelock, as is the habit of
sailOrmen, and 50 sank slowly ana peace
fully back into the long sleep which
wakes when the night has ceased to be.
You will ask ME doubtless what be-
came of Hector Mar0t and of the strange
Shipload which had SET sail from Poole
Harbor. There was never word
heard of them again unless indeed a
story which was spread some months
afterwards, by Capt. Elias Hopkins Of
the Bristol ship Caroline may be taken
as bearing upon their fate. For Capt
Hopkins relates that. being on his home
ward voyage from our settlements, he
CHANGED To meet with thick fogs and a
head wind i'll the neighborh0od of the
great cod banks. One night rs he was
beating about, with the weather so thick
that he could scarce see the truck Of
his own mast, 4 most strange passage
befell him. For as he and others stood
upon the deck. they heard TO their as
constituent the sound of many voices
joined in a great chorus. which was at
first faint and distant. hut which pres
emily waXed and increased until it APP
peared to pass within a stones throw
of his vessel until il slowly died away
once more and was lost in the distance.
The" were some among the crew who
set the matter down as the doing Of the
evil one, but. as Capt. Elias Hopkins
was wont tn remark. il was Il strange
tlllHS that the 1Oul HelU SinUlu choose
West country hymns for his nightly eNer-
else, and stranger still that the dwellers
IN the pit should sing with a strong
Somersetshire burr. For myself. | have
little doubt that il was indeed the Do
rothy Fox which had swept past in the
fog, and that the prisoners. having won
their freedom, We're celebrating their de-
livery in true Puritan style, Whether
they We're driven onto the rocky coast
of Labrador. or whether they found a
home i'll some desolate land whence no
kin@ly cruelty could harry them. is what
must remain forever unknown.
Iachariah Palmer lived for many
years. Il venerable and honored old man.
before he too was called to his fathers.
\ sweet and simple village philosopher he
was with Il child'S heart in his aged
breast. The very thought of him is to
me as the smell of volets. for if in my
views of life and i'll my hopes of the flu
ture | differ somewhat from the hard
and gloomy teaching of my father.
know that | owe it to the wise words
and kindly training of the carpenter.
If. as he was himself wont to say. deeds
are everything in this world and dogma
is nothing, then his sinless. blamelcsS
| life might he Il pattern to you and TO
all. May the dust lie light upon him,
One word of another friend-the last
mentioned but not the least valued.
| When Dutch William had been years
| upon the English throne there was still
to lie seen i'll the field by my fathers
! house Il tall. strengthened horse. whose
| gray skin was hecked with dashes of
| white. And it was ever observed that,
| should the soldiers he passing from
| Portsmouth, or should the clanl Of trum-
| pet or rattle of drum break upon his
| ear he would arch his old neck. throw
out his gray streaked tail, and raise his
| stiff knees in a pompous and pedantic
! canter. The country folk would stop
| to watch these antics of the old horse
| and then the chances are that one of
| them would tell the rest how that once
! fine charger had borne one Of their own
village lads to the wars, and how, when
| the rider had to fly the country. Il kind
! ly sergeant i'll the Kings troops had
| brought the steed as remembrance
of him to his father at home. So Cove
| nant passed the last years Of his life, a
veteran among steeds, well fed and cared
| for, and much given mayhap to telling
| in equine language to all the poor. silly
| country steeds. the wonderful passages
| which had befalen him in the West.
THE END.