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down to the sea in ships? VIII he not rather
give an ear to the tales OF strange things seen
and believed by saIIor.folk?
1t is the writer's pleasure to waste time sailing
the sea In a 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 enshrOuied By thick fog
eerle enough, the unlntIated reader will doubtless
thlnk. Upon looking out at the black wOOlIy
wall OF fog that surrounded him, he distinctly
heard his own name hailed across the water.
No other craft was near. This struck him as be-
Ing so 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 gentleman OF the More
Often OF foggy nights ye may ear i'm a.yellIng
aht In kind o elpless way. but sometimes Is
language Is something horfuI They say as p
was first mate wot dropped overheard and
swan to the sands where e walked about until
tho 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 Hight In the world. II was a very
dark night and the revolving rays OF the light.
house kept nashIng upon the sails OF my boat,
lighting them like n 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 a firm believer in ghosts There
out at sea Il ghostly ship sailing: she was
rather too modern. perhaps. to be a real ghost
for every sail set like glovc-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 n ship had come
n U IJrb,
Her sails surely cobwehs and her ropes
were spider stringsl
Strange sights and sounds frequently come the
way OF scafarers.
The groyellIng kissing sea. breaking through
the night Its appearance is ghastly gray; It
comes from nowhere, II fades away soon after
What could not the imagination weave II into?
Shape or sound OF spirits chased by the Evil One
the dying wife with arms outstretChes or sound
OF mothers voice Moreover such messages ns
sea sounds give have frequently come from tho
dead; the howl OF the raging gale, or the mur.
mur OF the gentle breeze through the halyards
have borne the departing message IN words that
were eXactly those tho lost one whispered last
To the mind OF one who knows the sea- II
would seem strange that sailors are not more
superstItIous than they are and thore are Ger.
tainly many reasonable excuses for their belief
IN such stories ms that OF tho Flying Dutchman.
patch OF swirllnE vapor through the rigging OF
his ship upon n dark night Imagination does
the rest: he has seen the Flying Dutchman.
Cornelius Vanderdccken, Dutch navigator OF
long ago, was making 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 tho winds
as he would. he lost as much on one tack as he
gained upon the other. Struggling valny for
nine hopeless weeks he ultimately found himself
in the Same position as he was In at first tho
ship having made no progress vanderdecken.
In n Mt OF wrath. threw himself On his knees