The Arvada enterprise., 1912-11-28
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down to the In ships? Win 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 in a small craft, usually alone. Upon
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 n thick fog
eerie enough, the unintiatcd reader will doubtless
think Upon looking out at the black wooy
wall OF fog that surrounded him, he distinctly
heard his own name hailed across the water
No other craft This struck him 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 ovcrhear
said: That's the oil gentleman OF the More,
Often OF foggy nights ye may ear i'm a-yellins
aht In kind o. 'epess way but sometimes is
language is something horful. They say 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 a 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 | 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
for every sail set like govc-ghost ships
never particular in this respect-ndeed, she was
of those fine ships out OF Glasgow which
the last words in sailing craft
From apparently nowhere Il ship had come
a ship uncannlly glowing with unnatural light.
Her sails were surely cobwobs and her ropes
were spider strngsi
Strange sights and sounds frequently come the
way OF seafarers.
The Erovelling Kissing sea, breaking through
the night Its appearance is ghastly gray; II
comes from nowhere, II fades away after.
What could not the imagination weave It into?
Shape or sound Of spirits chased by the Evil one,
the dying wife with arms outstrctche. sound
OF mothers voice Moreover such messages Rs
sea sounds give have frequently come from the
dead: the howl OF the raging gale the mur.
mur of the gentle breeze through the halyards,
have borne the departing message IN words that
we're exactly those the lost one whispered last
To the mind OF one who knows the sea, 1t
would seem strange that sailors are not more
superstltous than they are and there are GER
tainly many reasonable excuses for their belief
in such stories as that OF the Flying Dutchman.
patch OF swirlIng vapor through the rigging OF
his ship upon a dark night Imagination does
the rest: he has seen the Flying Dutchman
Cornelius Vanderdeckou. n Dutch navigator OF
long ago was making n passage from Batavia.
For daya and days he encountered heavy gales
and battling head winds while trying TO round the
Cape Of Good Hope. Struggle against the winds
az he would he lost as much on one tack as he
gained upon the other, Struggling vainly for
nine hopeless weeks, he ultimately found himself
in the same position he was in at first, the
ship having made progress. Vandcrdecken,
In a nt OF wrath. threw himself on his knees