{"collection":"Northern European Mythology","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/neu/celt/prwe/prwe201.htm","path":"neu/celt/prwe/prwe201.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/neu/celt/prwe/prwe201.htm","text":"Sacred Texts\u00a0\nSagas and Legends\u00a0\nCeltic\u00a0\nIndex\u00a0\nPrevious\u00a0\nNext\u00a0\nROMANCES OF FISHERMEN AND SAILORS.\nTHE PILOT'S GHOST STORY.\n\"On a sudden shrilly sounding,\nHideous yells and shrieks were heard;\nThen each heart with fear confounding,\nA sad troop of ghosts appear'd,\nAll in dreary hammocks shrouded,\nWhich for winding-sheets they wore.\"\nAdmiral Hosier's Ghost.\nI PREFER giving this story in the words in which it was communicated. For its singular character, it is a ghost story well worth preserving:--\"Just seventeen years since, I went down on the wharf from my house one night about twelve and one in the morning, to see whether there was any 'hobble,' and found a sloop, the Sally of St Ives (the Sally was wrecked at St Ives one Saturday afternoon in the spring of 1862), in the bay, bound for Hayle. When I got by the White Hart public-house, I saw a man leaning against a post on the wharf;--I spoke to him, wished him good morning, and asked him what o'clock it was, but to no purpose. I was not to be easily frightened, for I didn't believe in ghosts; and finding I got no answer to my repeated inquiries, I approached close to him and said, 'Thee 'rt a queer sort of fellow, not to speak; I 'd speak to the devil, if he were to speak to me. Who art a at all? thee 'St needn't think to frighten me; that thee wasn't do, if thou wert twice so ugly; who art a at all?.' He turned his great ugly face on me, glared abroad his great eyes, opened his mouth, and it was a mouth sure nuff. Then I saw pieces of sea-weed and bits of sticks in his whiskers; the flesh of his face and hands were parboiled, just like a woman's hands after a good day's washing. Well, I did not like his looks a bit, and sheered off; but he followed close by my side, and I could hear the water squashing in his shoes every step he took. Well, I stopped a bit, and thought to be a little bit civil to him, and spoke to him again, but no answer. I then thought I would go to seek for another of our crew, and knock him up to get the vessel, and had got about fifty or sixty yards, when I turned to see if he was following me, but saw him where I left him. Fearing he would come after me, I ran for my life the few steps that I had to go. But when I got to the door, to my horror there stood the man in the door grinning horribly. I shook like an aspen-leaf; my hat lifted from my head; the sweat boiled out of me. What to do I didn't know, and in the house there was such a row, as if everybody was breaking up everything. After a bit I went in, for the door was 'on the latch,'--that is, not locked,--and called the captain of the boat, and got light, but everything was all right, nor had he heard any noise. We went out aboard of the Sally, and I put her into Hayle, but I felt ill enough to be in bed. I left the vessel to come home as soon as I could, but it took me four hours to walk two miles, and I had to lie down in the road, and was taken home to St Ives in a cart; as far as the Terrace from there I was carried home by my brothers, and put to bed. Three days afterwards all my hair fell off as if I had had my head shaved. The roots, and for about half an inch from the roots, being quite white. I was ill six months, and the doctor's bill was \u00a34, 17s. 6d. for attendance and medicine. So you see I have reason to believe in the existence of spirits as much as Mr Wesley had. My hair grew again, and twelve months after I had as good a head of dark-brown hair as ever.\" [a]\n[a] \"The man has still a good thick head of hair.--C. F. S.\"\nNext: The Phantom Lights","title":"Romances of Fishermen and Sailors: The Pilot's Ghost Story","type":"page"}