The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1912-11-30
III GRn!2zZT SLID nzREEZRD ELHzE

down to the in ships? Will he not rather
give to the tales of strange things seen
and believed by sailor-folk?
1t is the writer's pleasure to waste time sailing
the sea in q small craft, usually alone Upon one
OF these voyages, having anchored upon the edge
OF the More Sands, he awoke in the middle of the
night to find himself enshrouded by thick fog
eerle enough, the uninitiated reader will doubtless
think. Upon looking out at the black woolly
wall Of fog that surrounded him, he distinctly
heard his own name hailed across the water.
No other craft This struck him as be.
ing peculiar that he mentioned it to a friend
when he arrived at one of the little anchorages,
and the skipper of barge, CHANGING to overhear,
said: That's the OF gen leman of the More,
OFTEN OF foggy nights We may ear i'm a-yelling
aht In kind o. elpless way, but sometimes is
language is something horful. They say as e
was first mate wot dropped overheard and
swan to the sands, where e walked about until
the tide rose an drownded i'm
Upon another occasion was sailing along the
coast of France, under the cliffs upon which
stands Girls Nez lighthouse, which is about the
most powerful light in the world. It was very
dark night, and the revolving rays of the light
house kept flashing upon the sails of my boat,
lighting them like a powerful searchlight until
proceeding along the course I got out of their
range. The strange effect had been forgotten
only to be remembered in time to prevent me
from becoming firm believer in ghosts There
out at sea a ghOstly ship sailing; she was
rather too modern, perhaps, to be real ghost
for every sail set like glove-ghost ships were
never particular in this respect-indeed, she was
one Of those fine ships out of Glasgow which are
the last words in sailing craft.
From apparently nowhere ship had come
a ship uncannily glowing with an unnatural light
Her sails were surely cobwebs and her ropes
were spider strings
Strange sights and sounds frequently come the
way of seafarers.
The groVelllng Kissing sea- breaking through
the night. Its appearance is CHASTITY gray; it
comes from nowhere, it fades away soon after
What could not the imagination weave 1t into?
Shape or sound Of spirits chased by the Evil One
the dying wife with arms outstretched or sound
of mothers voice Moreover, such messages as
sounds give have frequently come from the
dead: the howl of the raging gale, the muir
muir of the gentle breeze through the halyards
have borne the departing message in words that
were exactly those the lost one whispered last.
To the mind of one who knows the sea, it
would seem strange that sailors are not more
superstlt1ous than they are, and there are GER
talnly many reasonable excuses for their belief
IN such stories as that of the Flying rutchman.
patch OF sWlrng vapor through the rigging OF
his ship upon dark night. Imagination does
the rest he has the Flying Dutchman
Cornelius Vanderdecken Dutch navigator of
long ago. was making a passage from Batavia
For days and days he encountered heavy gales
and battling head winds while trying to round the
Cape of Good Hope. Struggle against the winds
as he would he lost much on one tack as he
gained upon the other. Struggling vainly for
nine hopeless weeks, he ultimately found himself
In the same position as he was in at first the
ship having made no progress. Vanderdecken
in fit of wrath. threw himself on his knees