seas. It was off shore some miles, and floating bottom up. One sailor was clinging to the wreck; all the others of the crew were drowned. Some of them clung to the rigging until they got benumbed and the seas swept them away. Five of the crew were found in their berths in the cabin. One had an accordion in his hands; he evidently had been

This picture shows a vessel bottom up as it was found at sea and towed ashore after a storm. A similar sad occurrence to the one described here.

playing it, not suspecting the danger he was in. We buried the five of them intone big grave. One was a boy about my age. This sad occurrence made a deep and lasting impression on my mind. The sea had wonderful and sad tales to tell, if it could speak. Its restlessness and sighing, its heaving bosom, made it appear to have something ail- ing it, or some secret sorrow or regret; then in the storms it would rage and threaten to destroy the land. It wore away the high bank so that those who lived near had to move their fence in nearly every year. I had peculiar dread of being on the shore at night. It seemed to me the spirits of the dead, or of the deep, might appear. Not only in the storm, but on its approach and after it had passed, the surf on each side could be heard across the Island where I lived. It sounded like a great orchestra; one part calling to the other and an- swering in deep mournful tones. As the Psalmist says, "Deep calleth unto deep”.

After the big storms kelp and dulce would be piled up on the shore. The farmers gathered this for fertilizing their land. It 'was

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