CHAPTER VII
CUTTING FROM " THE DAILYgraph , " 8 auGUST
(Pasted in Mina Murray's Journal . )
From a Correspondent.
Whitby.
ONE of the greatest and suddenest storms on record has
just been experienced here, with results both strange and
unique. The weather had been somewhat sultry, but not to
any degree uncommon in the month of August . Saturday
evening was as fine as was ever known, and the great
body of holiday-makers laid out yesterday for visits to
Mulgrave Woods, Robin Hood's Bay, Rig Mill, Runswick,
Staithes, and the various trips in the neighbourhood of
Whitby. The steamers Emma and Scarborough made trips
up and down the coast, and there was an unusual amount
of "tripping" both to and from Whitby. The day was un-
usually fine till the afternoon , when some of the gossips
who frequent the East Cliff churchyard, and from that
commanding eminence watch the wide sweep of sea visible .
to the north and east, called attention to a sudden show of
"mares' -tails" high in the sky to the north-west. The wind
was then blowing from the south-west in the mild degree
which in barometrical language is ranked " No. 2 : light
breeze. " The coastguard on duty at once made report, and
one old fisherman, who for more than half a century has
kept watch on weather signs from the East Cliff, foretold
in an emphatic manner the coming of a sudden storm . The
approach of sunset was so very beautiful, so grand in its
masses of splendidly- coloured clouds, that there was quite
an assemblage on the walk along the cliff in the old church-
yard to enjoy the beauty. Before the sun dipped below the
black mass of Kettleness, standing boldly athwart the
western sky, its downward way was marked by myriad
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clouds of every sunset- colour-flame, purple, pink, green,
violet, and all the tints of gold ; with here and there masses
not large, but of seemingly absolute blackness , in all sorts
of shapes, as well outlined as colossal silhouettes . The ex-
perience was not lost on the painters, and doubtless some
of the sketches of the " Prelude to the Great Storm" will
grace the R. A. and R. I. walls in May next. More than
one captain made up his mind then and there that his
" cobble" or his "mule," as they term the different classes
of boats, would remain in the harbour till the storm had
passed. The wind fell away entirely during the evening,
and at midnight there was a dead calm, a sultry heat, and
that prevailing intensity which, on the approach of thun-
der, affects persons of a sensitive nature. There were but
few lights in sight at sea, for even the coasting steamers ,
which usually "hug" the shore so closely, kept well to sea-
ward, and but few fishing-boats were in sight. The only sail
noticeable was a foreign schooner with all sails set , which
was seemingly going westwards. The foolhardiness ( or ig-
norance of her officers was a prolific theme for comment
whilst she remained in sight, and efforts were made to sig-
nal her to reduce sail in face of her danger. Before the
night shut down she was seen with sails idly flapping as
she gently rolled on the undulating swell of the sea,
"As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean."
Shortly before ten o'clock the stillness of the air grew
quite oppressive, and the silence was so marked that the
bleating of a sheep inland or the barking of a dog in the
town was distinctly heard, and the band on the pier, with
its lively French air, was like a discord in the great har-
mony of nature's silence. A little after midnight came a
strange sound from over the sea, and high overhead the
air began to carry a strange, faint, hollow booming.
Then without warning the tempest broke. With a rapid-
ity which, at the time, seemed incredible, and even after-
wards is impossible to realize, the whole aspect of nature
at once became convulsed . The waves rose in growing fury,
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lately glassy sea was like a roaring and devouring monster.
White-crested waves beat madly on the level sands and
rushed up the shelving cliffs ; others broke over the piers,
and with their spume swept the lanthorns of the light-
houses which rise from the end of either pier of Whitby
Harbour. The wind roared like thunder, and blew with
such force that it was with difficulty that even strong men
kept their feet, or clung with grim clasp to the iron stan-
chions . It was found necessary to clear the entire piers
from the mass of onlookers, or else the fatalities of the
night would have been increased manifold. To add to the
difficulties and dangers of the time, masses of sea- fog came
drifting inland-white, wet clouds, which swept by in
ghostly fashion, so dank and damp and cold that it needed
but little effort of imagination to think that the spirits of
those lost at sea were touching their living brethren with
the clammy hands of death, and many a one shuddered as
the wreaths of sea-mist swept by. At times the mist cleared,
and the sea for some distance could be seen in the glare of
the lightning, which now came thick and fast, followed by
such sudden peals of thunder that the whole sky overhead
seemed trembling under the shock of the footsteps of the
storm .
Some of the scenes thus revealed were of immeasura-
ble grandeur and of absorbing interest-the sea, running
mountains high, threw skywards with each wave mighty
masses of white foam, which the tempest seemed to snatch
at and whirl away into space ; here and there a fishing-boat,
with a rag of sail, running madly for shelter before the
blast ; now and again the white wings of a storm-tossed
sea-bird. On the summit of the East Cliff the new search-
light was ready for experiment, but had not yet been tried.
The officers in charge of it got it into working order, and
in the pauses of the inrushing mist swept with it the sur-
face of the sea. Once or twice its service was most effect-
ive, as when a fishing-boat, with gunwale under water,
rushed into the harbour, able, by the guidance of the shel-
tering light, to avoid the danger of dashing against the
piers. As each boat achieved the safety of the port there
was a shout of joy from the mass of people on shore, a86 DRACULA
shout which for a moment seemed to cleave the gale and
was then swept away in its rush.
Before long the searchlight discovered some distance
away a schooner with all sails set, apparently the same ves-
sel which had been noticed earlier in the evening. The
wind had by this time backed to the east, and there was a
shudder amongst the watchers on the cliff as they realized
the terrible danger in which she now was. Between her and
the port lay the great flat reef on which so many good ships
have from time to time suffered, and, with the wind blow-
ing from its present quarter, it would be quite impossible
that she should fetch the entrance of the harbour. It was
now nearly the hour of high tide, but the waves were so
great that in their troughs the shallows of the shore were
almost visible, and the schooner, with all sails set, was rush-
ing with such speed that, in the words of one old salt , " she
must fetch up somewhere, if it was only in hell." Then
came another rush of sea- fog, greater than any hitherto a
mass of dank mist, which seemed to close on all things like
a grey pall, and left available to men only the organ of
hearing, for the roar of the tempest, and the crash of the
thunder, and the booming of the mighty billows came
through the damp oblivion even louder than before. The
rays of the searchlight were kept fixed on the harbour
mouth across the East Pier, where the shock was expected,
and men waited breathless . The wind suddenly shifted to
the north-east, and the remnant of the sea- fog melted in
the blast ; and then, mirabile dictu, between the piers, leap-
ing from wave to wave as it rushed at headlong speed ,
swept the strange schooner before the blast , with all sail
set , and gained the safety of the harbour. The searchlight
followed her, and a shudder ran through all who saw her,
for lashed to the helm was a corpse, with drooping head,
which swung horribly to and fro at each motion of the
ship. No other form could be seen on deck at all . A great
awe came on all as they realised that the ship, as if by a
miracle, had found the harbour, unsteered save by the hand
of a dead man ! However, all took place more quickly than
it takes to write these words. The schooner paused not, but
rushing across the harbour, pitched herself on that ac-CUTTING FROM " THE DAILYGRAPH " 87
cumulation of sand and gravel washed by many tides and
many storms into the south- east corner of the pier jutting
under the East Cliff, known locally as Tate Hill Pier.
There was of course a considerable concussion as the
vessel drove up on the sand heap. Every spar, rope, and
stay was strained, and some of the "top-hammer" came
crashing down. But, strangest of all, the very instant the
shore was touched, an immense dog sprang up on deck
from below, as if shot up by the concussion, and running
forward, jumped from the bow on the sand. Making
straight for the steep cliff, where the churchyard hangs
over the laneway to the East Pier so steeply that some of
the flat tombstones- " thruff- steans" or "through- stones,"
as they call them in the Whitby vernacular-actually pro-
ject over where the sustaining cliff has fallen away, it dis-
appeared in the darkness, which seemed intensified just
beyond the focus of the searchlight.
It so happened that there was no one at the moment on
Tate Hill Pier, as all those whose houses are in close
proximity were either in bed or were out on the heights
above. Thus the coastguard on duty on the eastern side of
the harbour, who at once ran down to the little pier, was
the first to climb on board. The men working the search-
light, after scouring the entrance of the harbour without
seeing anything, then turned the light on the derelict and
kept it there. The coastguard ran aft, and when he came
beside the wheel, bent over to examine it , and recoiled at
once as though under some sudden emotion. This seemed
to pique general curiosity, and quite a number of people
began to run. It is a good way round from the West Cliff
by the Drawbridge to Tate Hill Pier, but your correspond-
ent is a fairly good runner, and came well ahead of the
crowd. When I arrived , however, I found already assem-
bled on the pier a crowd, whom the coastguard and
police refused to allow to come on board . By the courtesy
of the chief boatman, I was, as your correspondent, per-
mitted to climb on deck, and was one of a small group who
saw the dead seaman whilst actually lashed to the wheel.
It was no wonder that the coastguard was surprised , or
even awed, for not often can such a sight have been seen.88 DRACULA
The man was simply fastened by his hands, tied one over
the other, to a spoke of the wheel. Between the inner hand
and the wood was a crucifix, the set of beads on which it
was fastened being around both wrists and wheel, and all
kept fast by the binding cords. The poor fellow may have
been seated at one time, but the flapping and buffeting of
the sails had worked through the rudder of the wheel and
dragged him to and fro, so that the cords with which he
was tied had cut the flesh to the bone. Accurate note was
made of the state of things , and a doctor-Surgeon J. M.
Caffyn, of 33 , East Elliot Place who came immediately
after me, declared, after making examination, that the man
must have been dead for quite two days. In his pocket was
a bottle, carefully corked, empty save for a little roll of
paper, which proved to be the addendum to the log. The
coastguard said the man must have tied up his own hands,
fastening the knots with his teeth. The fact that a coast-
guard was the first on board may save some complications,
later on, in the Admiralty Court ; for coastguards cannot
claim the salvage which is the right of the first civilian en-
tering on a derelict. Already, however, the legal tongues
are wagging, and one young law student is loudly asserting
that the rights of the owner are already completely sacri-
ficed, his property being held in contravention of the stat-
utes of mortmain, since the tiller, as emblemship, if not
proof, of delegated possession, is held in a dead hand. It is
needless to say that the dead steersman has been reverently
removed from the place where he held his honourable
watch and ward till death—a steadfastness as noble as that
of the young Casabianca-and placed in the mortuary to
await inquest.
Already the sudden storm is passing, and its fierceness
is abating ; crowds are scattering homeward, and the sky
is beginning to redden over the Yorkshire wolds . I shall
send, in time for your next issue, further details of the
Iderelict ship which found her way so miraculously into
harbour in the storm . Whitby.
9 August. The sequel to the strange arrival of the dere-
lict in the storm last night is almost more startling thanCUTTING FROM " THE DAILYGRAPH " 89
the thing itself. It turns out that the schooner is a Russian
from Varna, and is called the Demeter. She is almost en-
tirely in ballast of silver sand, with only a small amount of
cargo a number of great wooden boxes filled with mould.
This cargo was consigned to a Whitby solicitor , Mr. S. F.
Billington, of 7, The Crescent, who this morning went
aboard and formally took possession of the goods con-
signed to him. The Russian consul, too, acting for the char-
ter-party, took formal possession of the ship, and paid all
harbour dues, etc. Nothing is talked about here to-day ex-
cept the strange coincidence ; the officials of the Board of
Trade have been most exacting in seeing that every compli-
ance has been made with existing regulations. As the matter
is to be a " nine days' wonder," they are evidently deter-
mined that there shall be no cause of after complaint. A good
deal of interest was abroad concerning the dog which landed
when the ship struck, and more than a few of the members
of the S. P. C. A., which is very strong in Whitby, have
tried to befriend the animal. To the general disappoint-
ment, however, it was not to be found ; it seems to have
disappeared entirely from the town. It may be that it was
frightened and made its way on to the moors, where it is
still hiding in terror. There are some who look with dread
on such a possibility, lest later on it should in itself be-
come a danger, for it is evidently a fierce brute. Early this
morning a large dog, a half-bred mastiff belonging to a
coal merchant close to Tate Hill Pier, was found dead in
the roadway opposite to its master's yard. It had been
fighting, and manifestly had had a savage opponent, for
its throat was torn away, and its belly was slit open as if
with a savage claw.
Later. By the kindness of the Board of Trade in-
spector, I have been permitted to look over the log-book of
the Demeter, which was in order up to within three days,
but contained nothing of special interest except as to facts
of missing men. The greatest interest, however, is with re-
gard to the paper found in the bottle, which was to-day
produced at the inquest ; and a more strange narrative than
the two between them unfold it has not been my lot to90 DRACULA
come across. As there is no motive for concealment, I am
permitted to use them, and accordingly send you a rescript,
simply omitting technical details of seamanship and super-
cargo. It almost seems as though the captain had been
seized with some kind of mania before he had got well into
blue water, and that this had developed persistently
throughout the voyage. Of course my statement must be
taken cum grano, since I am writing from the dictation of
a clerk of the Russian consul, who kindly translated for
me, time being short .
LOG OF THE "DEMETER."
Varna to Whitby.
Written 18 July, things so strange happening, that I shall
keep accurate note henceforth till we land.
On 6 July we finished taking in cargo, silver sand and
boxes of earth. At noon set sail. East wind, fresh . Crew,
five hands . . . two mates, cook, and myself ( captain ) .
On II July at dawn entered Bosphorus. Boarded by
Turkish Customs officers . Backsheesh. All correct. Under
way at 4 p. m.
On 12 July through Dardanelles. More Customs officers
and flagboat of guarding squadron. Backsheesh again.
Work of officers thorough, but quick. Want us off soon. At
dark passed into Archipelago.
On 13 July passed Cape Matapan. Crew dissatisfied
about something. Seemed scared, but would not speak out.
On 14 July was somewhat anxious about crew. Men all
steady fellows, who sailed with me before. Mate could not
make out what was wrong ; they only told him there was
something, and crossed themselves. Mate lost temper with
one of them that day and struck him. Expected fierce quar-
rel, but all was quiet.CUTTING FROM " THE DAILYGRAPH " 91
On 16 July mate reported in the morning that one of
crew, Petrofsky, was missing. Could not account for it .
Took larboard watch eight bells last night ; was relieved
by Abramoff, but did not go to bunk. Men more downcast
than ever. All said they expected something of the kind,
but would not say more than there was something aboard.
Mate getting very impatient with them ; feared some trou-
ble ahead.
On 17 July, yesterday, one of the men, Olgaren, came to
my cabin, and in an awestruck way confided to me that he
thought there was a strange man aboard the ship. He said
that in his watch he had been sheltering behind the deck-
house, as there was a rain-storm, when he saw a tall, thin
man, who was not like any of the crew, come up the
companion-way, and go along the deck forward, and dis-
appear. He followed cautiously, but when he got to bows
found no one, and the hatchways were all closed . He was
in a panic of superstitious fear , and I am afraid the panic
may spread. To allay it , I shall to-day search entire ship
carefully from stem to stern.
Later in the day I got together the whole crew, and told
them, as they evidently thought there was some one in the
ship, we would search from stem to stern. First mate
angry ; said it was folly, and to yield to such foolish ideas
would demoralise the men ; said he would engage to keep
them out of trouble with a handspike. I let him take the
helm, while the rest began thorough search, all keeping
abreast, with lanterns : we left no corner unsearched. As
there were only the big wooden boxes, there were no odd
corners where a man could hide. Men much relieved when
search over, and went back to work cheerfully. First mate
scowled, but said nothing.
22 July.- Rough weather last three days, and all hands
busy with sails -no time to be frightened . Men seem to
have forgotten their dread . Mate cheerful again, and all on
good terms. Praised men for work in bad weather. Passed
Gibraltar and out through Straits. All well .92 DRACULA
24 July. There seems some doom over this ship. Al-
ready a hand short, and entering on the Bay of Biscay with
wild weather ahead, and yet last night another man lost- `
disappeared . Like the first , he came off his watch and was
not seen again. Men all in a panic of fear ; sent a round
robin, asking to have double watch, as they fear to be
alone. Mate angry. Fear there will be some trouble, as
either he or the men will do some violence.
28 July. -Four days in hell, knocking about in a sort of
maelstrom, and the wind of a tempest. No sleep for any
one. Men all worn out. Hardly know how to set a watch,
since no one fit to go on. Second mate volunteered to steer
and watch, and let men snatch a few hours' sleep. Wind
abating ; seas still terrific, but feel them less , as ship is
steadier.
29 July. Another tragedy. Had single watch to -night,
as crew too tired to double. When morning watch came on
deck could find no one except steersman. Raised outcry,
and all came on deck. Thorough search, but no one found.
Are now without second mate, and crew in a panic. Mate
and I agreed to go armed henceforth and wait for any sign
of cause.
30 July. Last night. Rejoiced we are nearing England.
Weather fine, all sails set . Retired worn out ; slept soundly ;
awaked by mate telling me that both man of watch and
steersman missing. Only self and mate and two hands left
to work ship.
I August. Two days of fog , and not a sail sighted . Had
hoped when in the English Channel to be able to signal for
help or get in somewhere. Not having power to work sails ,
have to run before wind. Dare not lower, as could not
raise them again. We seem to be drifting to some terrible
doom. Mate now more demoralised than either of men. His
stronger nature seems to have worked inwardly against
himself. Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and pa-
tiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian,
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2 August, midnight . -Woke up from few minutes' sleep
by hearing a cry, seemingly outside my port. Could see
nothing in fog. Rushed on deck, and ran against mate.
Tells me heard cry and ran, but no sign of man on watch.
One more gone. Lord, help us ! Mate says we must be past
Straits of Dover, as in a moment of fog lifting he saw
North Foreland, just as he heard the man cry out. If so
we are now off in the North Sea, and only God can guide
us in the fog, which seems to move with us ; and God seems
to have deserted us.
3 August. -At midnight I went to relieve the man at the
wheel, and when I got to it found no one there. The wind
was steady, and as we ran before it there was no yawing.
I dared not leave it, so shouted for the mate. After a few
seconds he rushed up on deck in his flannels. He looked
wild-eyed and haggard, and I greatly fear his reason has
given way. He came close to me and whispered hoarsely,
with his mouth to my ear, as though fearing the very air
might hear : " It is here ; I know it, now. On the watch last
night I saw it , like a man, tall and thin, and ghastly pale.
It was in the bows, and looking out. I crept behind It, and
gave It my knife ; but the knife went through It , empty as
the air. " And as he spoke he took his knife and drove it
savagely into space. Then he went on : "But It is here, and
I'll find It. It is in the hold, perhaps in one of those boxes.
I'll unscrew them one by one and see. You work the helm."
And, with a warning look and his finger on his lip, he went
below. There was springing up a choppy wind, and I could
not leave the helm. I saw him come out on deck again with
a tool-chest and a lantern, and go down the forward hatch-
way. He is mad, stark, raving mad, and it's no use my try-
ing to stop him. He can't hurt those big boxes : they are
invoiced as "clay," and to pull them about is as harmless
a thing as he can do. So here I stay, and mind the helm ,
and write these notes . I can only trust in God and wait
till the fog clears. Then, if I can't steer to any harbour with
the wind that is , I shall cut down sails and lie by, and sig-
nal for help.94 DRACULA
It is nearly all over now. Just as I was beginning to hope
that the mate would come out calmer-for I heard him
knocking away at something in the hold, and work is good
for him there came up the hatchway a sudden, startled
scream , which made my blood run cold, and up on the deck
he came as if shot from a gun-a raging madman, with his
eyes rolling and his face convulsed with fear. "Save me!
save me !" he cried , and then looked round on the blanket
of fog. His horror turned to despair, and in a steady voice
he said : "You had better come too, captain , before it is too
late. He is there. I know the secret now. The sea will save
me from Him, and it is all that is left !" Before I could
say a word, or move forward to seize him, he sprang on
the bulwark and deliberately threw himself into the sea. I
suppose I know the secret too, now. It was this madman
who had got rid of the men one by one, and now he has
followed them himself. God help me ! How am I to account
for all these horrors when I get to port ? When I get to
port ! Will that ever be ?
4 August. Still fog, which the sunrise cannot pierce. I
know there is sunrise because I am a sailor, why else I
know not. I dared not go below, I dared not leave the
helm ; so here all night I stayed, and in the dimness of the
night I saw It-Him ! God forgive me, but the mate was
right to jump overboard. It was better to die like a man ;
to die like a sailor in blue water no man can object . But I
am captain, and I must not leave my ship . But I shall baf-
fle this fiend or monster, for I shall tie my hands to the
wheel when my strength begins to fail, and along with
them I shall tie that which He-It !-dare not touch ; and
then, come good wind or foul, I shall save my soul, and my
honour as a captain. I am growing weaker, and the night is
coming on. If He can look me in the face again, I may not
have time to act. · ·If we are wrecked, mayhap this
bottle may be found, and those who find it may under-
stand ; if not, . . well, then all men shall know that I
have been true to my trust. God and the Blessed Virgin
and the saints help a poor ignorant soul trying to do his
duty..CUTTING FROM " THE DAILY GRAPH " 95
Of course the verdict was an open one. There is no evi-
dence to adduce ; and whether or not the man himself com-
mitted the murders there is now none to say. The folk here
hold almost universally that the captain is simply a hero,
and he is to be given a public funeral. Already it is ar-
ranged that his body is to be taken with a train of boats
up the Esk for a piece and then brought back to Tate Hill
Pier and up the abbey steps ; for he is to be buried in the
churchyard on the cliff. The owners of more than a hun-
dred boats have already given in their names as wishing to
follow him to the grave.
No trace has ever been found of the great dog ; at which
there is much mourning, for, with public opinion in its
present state, he would, I believe , be adopted by the town.
To-morrow will see the funeral ; and so will end this one
more "mystery of the sea."
Mina Murray's Journal.
8 August.- Lucy was very restless all night, and I, too,
' could not sleep. The storm was fearful, and as it boomed
loudly among the chimney-pots, it made me shudder. When
a sharp puff came it seemed to be like a distant gun.
Strangely enough, Lucy did not wake ; but she got up twice
and dressed herself. Fortunately, each time I awoke in time
and managed to undress her without waking her, and got
her back to bed. It is a very strange thing, this sleep-
walking, for as soon as her will is thwarted in any physical
way, her intention, if there be any, disappears, and she
yields herself almost exactly to the routine of her life .
Early in the morning we both got up and went down to
the harbour to see if anything had happened in the night.
There were very few people about, and though the sun was
pright, and the air clear and fresh, the big, grim- looking
waves, that seemed dark themselves because the foam that
topped them was like snow, forced themselves in through
the narrow mouth of the harbour-like a bullying man
going through a crowd . Somehow I felt glad that Jonathan
was not on the sea last night, but on land . But, oh, is he
on land or sea? Where is he, and how? I am getting fear-96 DRACULA
fully anxious about him. If I only knew what to do, and
could do anything !
10 August. The funeral of the poor sea-captain to- day
was most touching. Every boat in the harbour seemed to be
there, and the coffin was carried by captains all the way
from Tate Hill Pier up to the churchyard. Lucy came with
me, and we went early to our old seat, whilst the cortège
of boats went up the river to the Viaduct and came down
again. We had a lovely view, and saw the procession nearly
all the way. The poor fellow was laid to rest quite near our
seat so that we stood on it when the time came and saw
everything. Poor Lucy seemed much upset. She was rest-
less and uneasy all the time, and I cannot but think that
her dreaming at night is telling on her. She is quite odd in
one thing : she will not admit to me that there is any cause
for restlessness ; or if there be, she does not understand it
herself. There is an additional cause in that poor old Mr.
Swales was found dead this morning on our seat, his neck
being broken. He had evidently, as the doctor said, fallen
back in the seat in some sort of fright, for there was a look
of fear and horror on his face that the men said made them
shudder. Poor dear old man ! Perhaps he had seen Death
with his dying eyes ! Lucy is so sweet and sensitive that
she feels influences more acutely than other people do. Just
now she was quite upset by a little thing which I did not
much heed, though I am myself very fond of animals. One
of the men who came up here often to look for the boats
was followed by his dog. The dog is always with him.
They are both quiet persons, and I never saw the man
angry, nor heard the dog bark. During the service the dog
would not come to its master, who was on the seat with us,
but kept a few yards off, barking and howling. Its master
spoke to it gently, and then harshly, and then angrily ; but
it would neither come nor cease to make a noise. It was in
a sort of fury, with its eyes savage , and all its hairs brist-
ling out like a cat's tail when puss is on the war-path.
Finally the man, too, got angry, and jumped down and
kicked the dog, and then took it by the scruff of the neck
and half dragged and half threw it on the tombstone onCUTTING FROM " THE DAILYGRAPH " 97
which the seat is fixed. The moment it touched the stone
the poor thing became quiet and fell all into a tremble. It
did not try to get away, but crouched down, quivering
and cowering, and was in such a pitiable state of terror
that I tried, though without effect, to comfort it . Lucy was
full of pity, too, but she did not attempt to touch the dog,
but looked at it in an agonised sort of way. I greatly fear
that she is too super- sensitive a nature to go through the
world without trouble . She will be dreaming of this to-
night, I am sure. The whole agglomeration of things-the
ship steered into port by a dead man ; his attitude, tied to
the wheel with a crucifix and beads ; the touching funeral ;
the dog, now furious and now in terror-will all afford
material for her dreams.
I think it will be best for her to go to bed tired out
physically, so I shall take her for a long walk by the cliffs
to Robin Hood's Bay and back. She ought not to have
much inclination for sleep-walking then.