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I VOL. 28. NO. 48. AS the reader ever heard the voice of the night-shrouded sea? Has he heard the wild wail of the raging hurricane and the weird whispers of the ambrosial calm? Has he seen ships creep out of -py the night when they blot out the stars JK with their darkling silhouettes, or when A the seac ansd sky are one save for the /SC\ ZfiZG&oJzzy&zp oFB&mz&razM' down to the sea in ships? Will he not rather give an ear to the tales of strange things seen and believed by sailor-folk? It 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 Nore Sands, he awoke in the middle of the night to find himself enshrouded by a thick fog eerie enough, the uninitiated reader will doubtless think. Upon looking out at the black woolly 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 a barge, chancing to overhear, said: "That's the ol' gen'leman of the Nore! Often of foggy nights ye may 'ear 'im a-yelling aht in a kind o' 'elpless way, but sometimes 'is language is something horful. They say as 'e was a first mate wot dropped overboard and swam to the sands, where 'e walked about until the tidp rose an' drownded 'im." Upon another occasion I was sailing along the coast of France, under the cliffs upon which stands Gris 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 I 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 a ghostly ship was sailing she was rather too modern, perhaps, to be a real ghost, for every sail set like a gloveghost ships were never particular in this respectindeed, 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 ship uncannily glowing with an unnatural light. Her sails were surely cobwebs and her ropes were spider strings! Strange sights and sounds frequently come the way of seafarers. The grovelling hissing sea, breaking through the night. Its appearance is ghastly gray it comes from nowhere, it fades away soon after. What could not the imagination weave it into? Shape or sound of spirits chased by the Evil One, the dying wife with arms outstretched, or sound of mother's voice. Moreover, such messages as sea sounds give have frequently come from the 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 the lost one whispered last. To the mind of one who knows the sea, it would seem strange that sailors are not more superstitious than they are, and there are cer tainly many reasonable excuses for their belief in such stories as that of the Flying Dutchman. A 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 Vanderdecken, a Dutch navigator of long ago, was making a passage from Batavia. For days and days he encountered heavy gales and baffling head winds while trying to round the Cape of Good Hope. Struggle against the winds as 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 as he was in at first, the ship hnvitis made no progress. Vanderdecken, in a flt of wrath, threw himself on bis knees np HE APPEAL KEEPS HI FMHtT i tTPT i BECAUSE: 1It alma to publish all the news possible. 3it does so impartially, wasting no words. 8~Its correspondents are able and energetic trailing in the lef frot pathe gra wake of breaking seas has he seen great gray sails ooze out of the fog, or ships stealing across the "moon glade" athwart the glitter of silver cast upon the waters by the impe rial votaress, when the rays pierce the sails so that they become gauzy films? If he knows these things, who shall blame him for not scoffing at the superstitions of those who go Defective Page upon the deck and cursed the r- -Deity, swearing that he would round the cape if it took him till the day of judgment. There upon came a fair wind, he squared his yards and set off, but although his ship plowed through the seas he made no headway, for the Deity had tak en him at his word and doomed him to sail the seas for ever. Superstition has it that the appearance of the phantom ship leads to certain and swift misfor tune. Old sailors will tell of the ship of the Flying Dutchman bowling along in the very teeth of the wind, and of her overtaking their own ship which was beating to windward. Some of them say they have seen her sail clean through their ship, the swirling films of her sails and rigging leaving a cold clammy feeling like the touch of death. Cornwall in the old days was remarkable for its wreckers, and its rock-bound coast was the scene of many evil deeds. The Priest's Cove wrecker during his evil life lured many vessels to their doom upon the cruel shore by means of a false light hung round the neck of a hobbled horse. To this day the good Cornish folk will tell you of the phantom of the wrecker seen when the winds howl and the seas rage high, carried clinging to a log of wood upon the crests of the breaking seas, and how it Is sent crashing upon the rocks, where In the seething foam it disap pears from sight. The wide stretching sand-choked estuary of the Solway has many a ghost story and more than one phantom ship. The "Spectral Shallop" is the ghost of a ferry boat which was wrecked by a rival ferryman while carrying a bridal party across the bay. The ghostly boat is rowed by the skeleton of the cruel ferryman, and such ships as are so un lucky as to encounter this ghastly pilot are usually doomed to be wrecked upon the sands. No money would tempt the Solway fishermen to go out to meet the two Danish sea-rovers whose ships, upon clear nights, are seen gliding up one of the narrow channels which thread the dried-out sands, the high-curved prows and rows of shields along the gunwale glittering in the moonlight, These two piratical ships, it seems, ran into the Solway and dropped anchor there, when asudden furious storm came up and the ships, which were heavily laden with plunder, sank at their moorings with all the villains which composed their crews. Among the rocks upon the rugged coast of Kerry was found- one winter morning, early In the eighteenth century, a large galleon, mastless and deserted. The Kerry wreckers crowded aboard, and wild was their Joy, for the ship was laden with ingots of silver from the Spanish Main. They gradually filled their boats until the gunwales were almost down to the water's edge, and hastily they pulled to the shore in order that they might return for further ingots before the tide rose and floated the ship away. Nearing the shore a huge tidal wave broke over boats and ship, and when the wave had passed, the horri fied women watching on shore saw- no sign re maining of boats, men or ship. Wild horses would not get a Kerry fisherman to visit the scene 6f thisj disaster upon the anni versary of the day the grim tragedy took place, for only bad luck has come to those who have seen the re-enactment of the affair, which Kerry folk believe takes place upon that day. The Newhaven ghost ship signified her own doom. A ship built at Newhaven in January, 1647, having sailed away upon her maiden voy age, was thought to have been lost at sea, when one evening in June, during a furious thunder storm, the well-known ship was sighted sailing into the river mouthbut straight into the eye of the winduntil she neared the town, when slowly she faded from the sight of the people who crowded on shore to watch her. The ap- ST. PAUL AM MINNEAPOLIS. MIM.. j^jF2m&2XfltX3ir^ parition was significantthe ship was never heard of again. The rocky coasts of New England are haunted by many ghost ships. The Palatine is the best known specter. The coasters and fishermen of Long Island Sound will tell you that when a sight of her is gotten, disastrous and long-lasting storing will follow. The Palatine, a butch trader, misled by false lights shown by wreckers, ran ashore upon Block Island in the year 1752. The wreckers, when they had stripped the vessel, set her on fire in order to conceal their crime. As the tide lifted her and carried her flaming out to sea, agonizing shrieks came from the blaze, and the figure of a woman who had hid den herself in the hold in fear of the wreckers stood out black amid the roaring blaze. Then the deck fell in and ship and woman vanished. The whaling in Nantucket, as you will remem ber, was in its palmy days carried on almost en tirely by Quakers. One Sunday evening a meet ing was in progress the simple service seemed ^as though it might pass, and the spirit moved none of the company. The elder Friend was just about to offer his hand to his neighbor in the closing of the meeting, when a stranger rose and declared that the Lord's wrath was upon a certain whaling ship, and that he had seen her in a vision descending a huge wave from the hollow of which she never rose. The meeting closed hurriedly, but the speaker could not be found, and the ship was never heard of. Some of the best ghost stories are those which the writer has heard from the simple folk of the salt marshes. It is hardly possible to describe these dreary districts, for when one has said they are flat, stretching for miles, and rather subject to mists, one has said pretty well all that is to be saidthe rest must be felt. However, just as there is a call of the sea, so there is a call of the marshland. You shall go into the saltern and feel its moist breath upon your cheek and the breath of Its salty winds and the ozone of its calms. You shall be lost In its vastness, and, threading its innumerable twisted narrow waterways, which lead to nowhere, ye shall tread Its carpet of scentless flowers. You shall go to its very edge where the sea comes often most, and where the flowers decaying leave their rust-colored remains. There you shall meet mud. and the cry of the curlew shall mock as you flounder in its filth. The moon shall come up refracted by the mist into unrecognizable shape, which shall be blood color. You shall be a gray shape, differing little from the common things that are there, for you shall be enshrouded by fog nay, it shall sink into your very soul, until you are not flesh and bones, but a particle of fog yourself. You shall listen to its silences you shall be told things by them, and, strong man that you are, you shall be afraid. Is it to be wondered at, then, that these simple Essex marsh-dwellers remember such tales as that of the young skipper, home from a long voyage, whose haste to embrace his wife and the babe he had not yet seen, bid him to go the nearer way of the marshes? The tale has it that in crossing a narrow gutway, near Pitsea, he sank in the mud. So deeply did he sink that he could not extricate himself the more he struggled the deeper he sank, and with the horror of knowing that the tide was rising and would come stealing up the creek, he shouted. As the tide rose higher the louder were his screams. The salterns near Pitsea are lonely the cries were heard only by a half-witted peat-cutter, who often in his less sane moments heard such screams and thought no more of the matter. So the shrieks became gurgles, and by the time the tide had lifted the peat-cutter's punt they had ceased The older folk at this stage of the story as sume a mysterious air, and, with large-eved glancings athwart their shoulders, will tell you that the skipper's shrieks are heard on starlit nights as the tide glides up that creek So here are my ghost stories, and if I some- the midnight deep, you will not |ATURDAY I laun at mm&* NOVEMBER SO, 1912. TRAITS OF CHILDRENHow How Parents of the Balkan States Raise Their Offspring. Montenegrin Youngsters Taught to Fight Turks to the DeathIn Bul garia Racial Hatred Is Taught in Public Schools. TJzhitse, Servia.One cannot help wondering during wartime what the children of the belligerent nations think about it all. How do the panics, the carnage, the firing of guns appear to their young minds? It is fairly easy to answer this ques tion so far as Montenegro is concern ed, for from the earliest age children take the keenest interest in their fa ther's collection of weapons and the dozen or so knives, pistols and other knick-knacks he wears in his wide belt. A Montenegrin would be just as like ly to go for a stroll down the village street without his entire "arsenal" as a Philadephia dandy would be likely to walk down Chestnut street without his collar. In Spain I used to watch the chil dren play, and here the game was in variably bull-fighting, but in Monte negro the only game for babies is war to the death with the Turk. The Montenegrins are a stern race, and the fathers, though devoted to their children, do riot believe in pam pering them. Indeed, discipline is strictly maintained in the home. But I shall not easily forget the face of Prince Mirko, the second son of King Nicholas, and the idol of the na tion, when he told me of the death of his two children/They caught typhoid fever in Nice and died within a few days of each other. "Have you any children?" he asked me. "None," I replied. "Well, you may thank heaven for that," said he, "for you will never go through the agony I suffered. I veri ly thought my heart was broken and that I never could be happy again. "As it is, I cannot bear to hear the Riviera mentioned, and wild horses will not drag me to Nice again." Servian children are like pretty lit tle dolls with great dark eyes, and wearing long white shirts under charming brown suede leather zouave jackets edged with fur. These jackets are most-quaint and original, and are decorated with ara besques and devices of gaily colored leathers and pieces of looking glass sewn in imitation of sprays and flow ers. The fur is left on the reverse side, so that the coats are very warm. I have often wondered on a broiling Montenegrin Mountaineer. summer day how they can stand the heat. Their manners are very pleasing and they remind one of nice little puppies or kittens. The Servians have a certain regard for their offspring without any wild devotion. In Bulgaria one hears of horrible massacres of babes. Only a day or two ago Bulgarians near Rustcfrak at tacked a harmless Turkish settlement and spared neither women nor chil dren. But the Bulgarians set great store by their schools, and in these schools racial hatred is encouraged, and even the youngest learns that he will some day has to struggle for mastery with the Serb, the Greek and the Turk. Unlike the babies of other Slav na tions, the Bulgarians are not, as a rule, beautiful. They are wooden-look ing, fiat faces, and are rather Mon golian in type but they are as hard as nails. Carmen Sylva of Roumania might well be called the Children's Queen. She adores children, and the grief of her life was when her little daughter died. She has never really recovered from losing her only child, but it has had the effect of making her as good as a mother to all her young subjects. No one .will ever know the extent -jf her benevolence and charity, and Roumanian mothers bless her name. She interests herself especially in the blind, and her home for blind chil dren is perhaps the most excellent charity of the country, Marries Convict. Columbus, O.Half an hour aftei being sentenced to two years in the -ien here, for burglary, Floyd Holly, a legro, was married. The bride secnr the license and paid the preachs* ^^^^M^M^&<^ FIRST SIGHT OF WHITE FACE a German Won Confidence of People Who Had Never Before Seen a European. Bangkok.In Ifee mountains ol northern Malacca and southern Siam dwells a tribe of dwarf Negrittos who, until a few months ago, knew nothing of the white man and his ways. From their hunting grounds they could al most see the foreign ships steam through the Malacca straits. Certain conveniences obtainable only from the whites had reached them through in termediate tribes for example, .they had become well acquainted with the Swedish safety*matches, yet no white man had ever come in contact with them. A German botanist, Albert Gru bauer, not long ago set out to make acquaintance with these shy people. With a few native servants he stole Negritos Posd for Camera. quietly up into the mountains. For some time their patience was re warded only with disappointment, but at last one morning they came upon a party of the little men. The Negritos dropped the bundles of rat tan they were carrying and con cealed themselves in the under growth. The German and his men knew exactly what they were to do in such a case. They were not to go an inch in pursuit. No weapon was to be shown. One of the men who could speak a little of the native dialect, aired his accomplishment in the gentlest way. The white man was their good friend and had come to see them. And what wonderful presents he had brought for his friends! The white man and his servants extended their arms, which were loaded with bright cottons, strings of beads, many colored neck laces, tobacco, and other tempting ar ticles whose merits were extolled by the spokesman with all the eloquence he could command. They knew the natives were be hind the bushes looking at the tempt ing sight and listening to the ex hortation. Then the visitors sat down, still holding out the beautiful presents. Finally an old man, the leader of the party, "stuck his head out of the bush. He broke off a green twig and held it up. It was a sign of peace and the white man nodded to him. The ice was broken. The Negrito approached the European, they shook hands, some of the presents were distributed and the visitors became the guests of the lit tle mountaineers. They were passed on from one group to another till Grubauer, after a considerable time, had completed his studies. FIRST RIDE ON TRAIN AT Aged Arkansas Woman, Accompanied by 89 Year Old Son, Goes to Joplin, Mo., to See the Sights. Joplin, Mo.Mrs. H. Keith, aged 113 years, and her youngest son, 89 years old, took their first ride on a passen ger train recently. The train brought them from their home, several miles from a railroad, in southern Arkansas. Charles McManamy was the first pa trolman in uniform they saw. "Are you a policeman?" asked Mrs. Keith. "Well, we want you to show up how to get uptown. This is the first time my son and I ever have been in Joplin. We came up to see the sights. "My, Isn't this a big town!" exclaim ed Mrs. Keith as she got her first glimpse of Joplin's busy thorough fares. Mrs. Keith needed no assistance* as she walked. She appeared much younger than she is, and walked with a quick step and with shoulders erect The son, too, was active. Mrs. Keith said she has three sons older than the one. who accompanied her here. The eldest is 95, she said. All live with their mother or near her home. Her husband was killed in the Civil war. CAST-OFF STOCKING A BANK Rag Cutter in Rising Paper Mill at Hoosatonic, Mass., Finds $50 in Silk Hosiery. Pittsfield, Mass.Mrs. Mary Mur phy, a rag-cutter in the Rising Paper mill, at Housatonic, was cutting up old hosiery for paper stock when, in a silk stocking, she felt a small roll, which proved to be $50 in $10 bills. Some wearer of the silk hose had made the stocking a purse and forgot all about the money when the hose was discarded. Mrs. Murphy is a widow and the find is to her a big blessing. HE APPEAL STEADILY 8AWS1 BECAUSE: 4-lt is the organ of ALL Afro-Amerioi 5It is not controlled by any ring or ol! 6It asks no support buttitlepeople's. -'?Ms\ $2.40 PIE YEAR. RELICS OF WES Objects to Be Found in Pennsyl vania University Exhibit. Arts Are of New ZealanderCanoe* and Implements of War Were Once Used by Cannibal An cestors of Civilized People. Philadelphia, Pa.The University of Pennsylvania museum is making a special effort to secure as many col lections and as much data from tho islands of the South Pacific as is pos sible, and Director Gordon is sparing neither time nor money in securing additions to the present South Sea ex hibit. The reason for this is that antiques and relics of the aborigines of that part of the world are extreme ly rare and can be obtaned only at the greatest difficulty and expense. When the South Sea islands were first discovered by Capt. Cook, the na tives had a well developed artistic sense and made many beautiful things, but with the colonization of the islands by Europeans and the coming of western customs native arts at once became extinct. Fortunately, the early travelers brought to Europe numerous collections which have, for the most part, remained in private hands to the present day. Now, how ever, they are gradually finding their way to continental auction rooms, where they are publicly sold. The university museum is keeping a sharp lookout for such sales and has an agent in London, where most col lections are sold. He has special in structions to watch for the sale oC South Pacific collections and buy them fqr the University of Pennsyl vania, the cost not being considered* In the last few months he has se cured some very valuable material and is now on the trail of more. At present there is on temporary exhibition in the museum a New Zeal and collection which is one of the fin est in existence, purchased by the museum's agent in London last June. It was a private collection, more than 100 years old. The agent heard of it in May and the opportunity was so unusual that Dr. Gordon himself went to London. After successfully bid ding with representatives of some of the largest museums and private col- South Sea Island Granary. lectors in the world, Director Gordon secured it for the university. "We have now one of the finest and most complete South Pacific collec tions in. the whole world," said Dr. Gordon recently. "This is especially true of the collection from New Zeal and, the largest of these islands. In deed, so remarkable is this collection that the New Zealand museum at Wel lington has asked us for casts of the relics and antiques we have from that country. In the new wing of the mu seum, which will be completed next spring, the South Pacific hallparti that devoted to the Maoris, the aborigines of New Zealandwill be the principal feature." The New Zealand exhibit includes many weapons, tools, clothing, uten sils, musical instruments, feather robes and exceptionally beautiful spe cimens of weaving by the Maori wom en. The most valuable part consists of three preserved tattooed heads of Maori chieftains, which are of great antiquity. 113cularly RETURNS HIS SON TO PRISON California Ranchman Takes Oflaprtog Back to Jail When He Breaks His Parol*, San Quentin, Cal.D. W. Lamb, a Shasta county ranchman,.brought Mm son, who had broken parole, to the state penitentiary here and turned him over to Warden Hoyle, ending a 300- mile journey. The son, Frank Lamb* was sent to the penitentiary July 1904, on a grand larceny charge. He was paroled April 17,1907, and setara* ed to his father's ranch, but later too* to the road. Lamb was traced to Washington by the prison officials. He returned home recently out of funds, and. his father immediately set out with him to the prison. "I would rather have my son be hind the bars," said Lamb, "than to have him at large through having broken a promise." New Trick in Hanging Men. Atlanta, Ga.The next man who ia legally hanged in Georgia may have the experience of dying with the knot adjusted under his right jaw instead of against the jugular vein on the left County officials are interested in the theory that the knot, adjusted under the right part of the chin, is certain to produce immediate unconscionsnesi through the same process as the box* eir's knockout blow on the point of the jaw. 4rift &8kkf2&*&^ If xss