The Springfield herald., 1912-11-29
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down to the in ships? VIII he not rather
give an ear to the tales of strange things seen
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 uninitiated reader will doubtless
think. Upon looking out at the black wooy
wall Of fog that surrounded him, he distinctly
heard his hailed the water.
No other craft This struck him as be-
ing peculiar that he mentioned it to 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-yeng
aht in kind O. 'elpless way. but sometimes is
language is something horful. They say 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 a very
dark night, and the revolving rays of the light
house kept flashing upon the sails of my boat
lighting them like 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 ghostly ship sailing; she
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 Whlch are
the last words in sailing craft.
From apparently nowhere ship had come
a ship uncanny glowing with unnatural light
Her sails surely cobwebs and her ropes
spider strings!
Strange sights and sounds frequently the
way OF seafarers.
The grovelling kissing sea- breaking through
the hight. Its appearance is ghastly gray; it
comes from nowhere. 1t fades away soon after,
What could not the Imagination weave 1t into?
Shape sound Of spirits chased by the EVIL One,
the dying wife with outstretched, sound
of mothers voice Moreover. such messages as
sea sounds give have frequently come from the
dead: the howl OF the raging gale. or 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 who knows the sea, 1t
would seem strange that sailors not more
supersttious than they are, and there GER
tany many reasonable for their belief
in such stories that of the Flying Dutchman.
patch of swirling 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, making passage from Batavia.
For DAYS and days he encountered heavy gales
Cape of Good Hope. Struggle against the winds
gained upon the other. Struggling vainly for
in the same position he in at first, the
shin having made progress Vanderdecken,
In fit of wrath. threw himself on his knees