Montpelier examiner., 1912-12-06
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down to the sea In ships? Will he not rather
give an ear to the tales of strange things
and believed by sailorfolk?
1t is the writer's pleasure to waste time sailing
the in 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
eerie enough the uninitated reader will doubtless
think. Upon looking out at the black woolly
wall of fog that surrounded him, he distinctly
heard his own name hailed the water.
No other craft was near. This struck him as be-
ing peculiar that he mentioned 1t to friend
when he arrived at one of the little anchorages,
and the skipper of barge. CHANGING to oyerhear,
said: That's the OF gentleman of the More!
Often OF foggy nights ye may ear I'm a-yelling
aht In a kind o. 'epless way. but sometimes is
language is something horful They say as e
first mate wot dropped overheard and
swan to the sands where e walked about until
the tide 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. 1t was very
dark night and the revolving rays of the light
house kept flashing upon the sails OF my boat.
lighting them like q 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 ghostly ship was sailing; she was
rather too modern, perhaps to be real ghost'
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 a ship had come
a ahin uncanni]y glowing with an unnatural light.
Her sails were surely copweps ana her ropes
were spider strings!
Strange sights and sounds frequently come the
way of scafarers.
The eroyelling Kissing sea, breaking through
the night IT'S appearance is ghastly gray; 1t
comes from nowhere, 1t fades away soon after.
what could not the Imagination weave 1t into!
shane or sound Of spirits chased by the EVIL One.
tha diving wife with arms outstretched. or sound
NJ mothers voice. Moreover. such messages as
aea sounds give have frequently come from the
dead. the howl of the raging gale, or the mur-
mur OF the gentle breeze through the haiyards.
have borne the departing message In words fnat
were exactly those the lost one whispered iast
To the mind of one who knows the sea, II
would seem strange that sailors are not more
superstitious than they are. and there are Ger.
tainiv MANY reasonable excuses for their belief
A. sucb stories as that of the Flying Dutchman.
A match of swirling vapor through the rigging Of
bia abin upon a dark night Imagination does
the rest. he has seen the Flying Dutchman.
Cornelius Vanderdecken, Dutch navigator OF
long ago was making passage from Batavia
FOR days and days he encountered heavy gales
and bafiing head winds while trying to round the
T,ana Of Good Hope. Struggle against the winds
81 he would he lost much on one tack as he
va,ned upou the other. Struggling vainly for
nina homeless weeks, he ultimately found himself
IN the same position he was In at nrst. the
zb,, having made progress. Vanderdecken
IN At of wrath. threw himself on his knees