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Leveraging Applications
of Formal Methods,
Verification, and Validation
6th International Symposium, ISoLA 2014
Corfu, Greece, October 8–11, 2014
and 5th International Symposium, ISoLA 2012
Heraklion, Crete, Greece, October 15–18, 2012
Revised Selected Papers
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Leveraging Applications
of Formal Methods,
Verification, and Validation
6th International Symposium, ISoLA 2014
Corfu, Greece, October 8–11, 2014
and 5th International Symposium, ISoLA 2012
Heraklion, Crete, Greece, October 15–18, 2012
Revised Selected Papers
123
Editor
Anna-Lena Lamprecht
Lero - Irish Software Research Center
University of Limerick
Limerick
Ireland
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Tiziana Margaria Lero - The Irish Software Research Centre, and
Department of Computer Science and Information
Systems, University of Limerick, Ireland
Bernhard Steffen TU Dortmund University, Germany
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Anna-Lena Lamprecht Lero - The Irish Software Research Centre,
University of Limerick, Ireland
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Giuseppe Airò Farulla Politecnico di Torino, Italy
Oliver Bauer TU Dortmund University, Germany
Steve Boßelmann TU Dortmund University, Germany
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University of Limerick, Ireland
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Falk Howar Clausthal University of Technology, Germany
Malte Isberner TU Dortmund University, Germany
Marc Jasper TU Dortmund University, Germany
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University of Limerick, Ireland
Maik Merten Hochschule des Bundes für öffentliche Verwaltung,
Germany
Johannes Neubauer TU Dortmund University, Germany
Maike Paetzel Uppsala University, Sweden
Tobias Tauterat University of Stuttgart, Germany
Contents
1 Introduction
It is a new trend in the German healthcare system to actively encourage patients
to try to improve their health conditions by changing their lifestyles. Rehasport1
is one such initiative. It has the goal to educate disabled people or people with a
risk of suffering from disability (i.e. everybody in fact) to be more active and to
regularly exercise their bodies. This way Rehasports participants should experi-
ence the impact of their own contribution to their health, be it for rehabilitation
or simply to preserve/improve their health by regular sports exercises. Ideally,
they should achieve a better feeling for their body and improve the quality of
their lifes in the long term.
A general specification of Reha-sport has been set up by the German associ-
ation of statutory health insurances together with various associations of Rehas-
port providers. This general agreement describes, for example, how and how often
Reha-sport sessions have to be exercised, who might be certified as a Rehasport
provider, and which basic accounting process has to be followed.
1
Rehasport is a German term for rehabilitation sport or rehabilitation training.
c Springer International Publishing AG 2016
A.-L. Lamprecht (Ed.): ISoLA 2012/2014, CCIS 683, pp. 3–18, 2016.
DOI: 10.1007/978-3-319-51641-7 1
4 M. Doedt et al.
For example, for patients with neck or back pain, muscle weakness or too
high percentages of body fat, a typical prescription consists of about 50 ses-
sions of Rehasport. The Rehasport patient may take this description to any
certified Rehasport provider in order to exercise there free of charge. (S)he only
has to confirm participation by signing a special signature form. The Rehas-
port provider can then send an invoice to the corresponding statutory health
insurance together with this signature form and the description in order to
get refunded. Organizing this process of accounting for their typically 300–600
patients is quite painful for Rehasport providers, as there are almost 200 different
statutory health insurances which need to be treated individually.
In this paper we present the development of a web-based accounting system
for rehabilitations sports, which, due to the small profit margins, requires a
very economical approach, both for its development and for its later use. The
development process was therefore driven by simplicity in two dimension: the
accounting process itself was reduced to the minimum under the given legal
circumstances, and the software development was clearly guided by total cost of
ownership concerns. In particular, standards where taken and artifacts reused
wherever possible.
In particular, the paper sketches how the experience with an existing web
application called “Rehasportzentrale”2 influenced the development of the new
web application in its goal to simplify the accounting process. Not only was it
possible to benefit from the knowledge about the current bottlenecks of “Rehas-
portzentrale”, but also from the wealth of already collected data concerning
the rehasports participants, statutory health insurances, prescriptions, and also
date, time and signatures for every Rehasport session. As one of its important
process optimizations, the new application automates the secure transfer of this
data between the involved participants based on strict management of roles and
access rights. This does not only simplify the communication process itself, but
also the documentation of information flows – a property which is important in
case something went wrong.
The development of the new web application was driven by simplicity as
a major concern. Of course, the new application should simplify the life of its
users, but simplicity of the software itself was also very important:
gradually enters system development, in particular in cases where fast results and
flexibility are in the foreground. Here, the so-called 80/20 approach is central,
meaning that often 80% of the requirements can be achieved with only 20%
of effort3 . In fact, in system development, the numbers are even more striking,
and one could easily speak of 90/10 approaches, as solutions close to current
standards can often be realized in very short time, whereas deviations from
those standards may be extremely costly. The project described here illustrates
the success of such a KISS (“Keep it simple, stupid”) approach.
The remainder of the paper is organized as follows. Section 2 presents the
initial situation for our project which resulted in the realization of the optimized
process described in Sect. 3. The following sections focus on the realization of
the software. In particular, Sect. 4 explains what simplicity in this context means
and how it can be achieved, while Sect. 5 addresses the concrete implementation
by describing which principles and technologies are used and how they are com-
bined. Finally, Sect. 6 presents our conclusions and directions for future work.
of treatment the patient gets. Thus the number and variations of the accounts
can be enormous. Also the amount of paper needed for signing (and with it the
management of the participation lists) increases with the number of patients.
For every patient a single list is needed which consists of several sheets.
This is where sysTeam comes in, a company offering the service to handle this
accounting process. sysTeam collects the prescriptions from the doctors, records
the signatures at the Rehasport providers, controls when and which accounts
can be sent, and handles the whole communication with the statutory health
insurances (see Figs. 2 and 3).
That providing this service is profitable for sysTeam is a matter of efficient
organization, exploiting synergy coming with the combined treatment of many
Fig. 3. Interaction of the two applications to create paper and digital accounts at
sysTeam.
Rehasport: The Challenge of Small Margin Healthcare Accounting 7
The paper accounts are important for the payment process due to legal
requirements. Rehasportzentrale uses two different systems to create the digital
and the paper account, a third party system and an own implementation. Both
systems have their own data pool. This caused inconsistencies, which needed
to be detected and eliminated by means of costly manual reviews. Also the
third party system was created for accounting one single Rehasport provider. At
present sysTeam is doing the accounting job for about 250 Rehasport providers
and for each one a license is needed which lasts for one year. This results in high
costs and nearly every day a license has to be updated. Additionally, the third-
party software maintains separate databases for each Rehasport provider. To
ensure the database of Rehasportzentrale and all third-party software databases
are all synchronously up to date, a program checks for changes in the databases.
This check takes about 3 days. These are the main motivations to implement a
new, comprehensive accounting software.
To enable easy access from any computer at sysTeam, the software was real-
ized as web-application. A user management was built to ensure only authorized
persons have access to the software. The software runs on a dedicated server
with Apache Tomcat and a MySQL database.
Overall, significant cost savings are expected, for instance, due to fewer man-
ual reviews and reduced licensing expenses for third-party software – all while
maintaining or improving on the quality of service.
4 Simplicity Patterns
All the way during the development of the accounting software, simplicity has
been the main paradigm. Not only should the user process be simple but also the
structure of the software as well as its development process. While developing
new software there is always an enormous number of decisions to be made. At
each decision point the main question we asked ourselves was: “What is the
simple way?”. But what exactly is that? It should always lead to the lowest
Total Cost of Ownership (TCO) which amongst others consists of the initial
developments costs and license costs for third party software as well as costs
resulting from further maintenance in the future. There are several well known
paradigms in today’s software engineering that target exactly that point.
Rehasport: The Challenge of Small Margin Healthcare Accounting 9
above-mentioned ERP example that means that now it is not needed any more
that the process is in the ERP system. Instead the process controls services pro-
vided by the system. When replacing the ERP solution, the process itself can
be retained.
Another technique for work reduction is automatic code generation. Code
generation can be performed on different sources: 1. source code, 2. specifica-
tions/APIs, and 3. abstract models. An example for the first category is Coffee-
Script [4], a feature-rich scripting language which is compiled to JavaScript. Code
generation from APIs is done, e.g., by stub generation tools of web service frame-
works like Axis2 [1] (wsdl2java) or JAX-WS [5] (wsimport). Here Java-stubs are
generated from WSDL interface description files. The third kind is probably the
most important part and is done in the context of OMG’s Model Driven Archi-
tecture (MDA) [34]. When using code generation one has to be aware of problems
resulting from modifying the generated code. If this is allowed a “round-trip”
[35] is often desired, which means that each change in the generated code should
also result in an appropriate change of the model – a goal that is hard to achieve
in practice. In a really simple solution the generated code is used as is, with all
necessary modifications being done in the source model.
XMDD [27,29,32] (eXtreme Model Driven Design) combines several of the
above mentioned techniques and patterns. It helps at defining the above men-
tioned global processes and its underlying One Thing Approach (OTA) [30]
ensures that even this can be done in a simple way, because there is always
only one model for the process and not a huge set of models as, e.g., in UML.
In XMDD a simple, hierarchical process model consists of reusable process com-
ponents called SIBs (Service Independent Building Blocks) [33]. SIBs are coarse
grained, parametrized software components that make it possible to call arbi-
trary services. Using reusable SIBs is a sophisticated technique following the
DRY-principle in a service-oriented manner. Besides the code for service invoca-
tion, SIBs contain documentation, an icon for visual representation in the process
model, and “local check code” which specifies usage rules that are checked at
design time for immediate feedback to the model designer. Utilizing the above
mentioned Convention over Configuration paradigm, SIBs can be created very
easily and afterwards be arbitrarily adapted and extended. The model in XMDD
is always directly executable by an interpreter or can be used as the source of
code generation [24]. The generated code must not be modified, all changes
are made on model level. XMDD also deals with skill diversity. For instance, a
programmer and a business expert may have different views on what is “sim-
ple”, which makes it important to establish a “separation of concerns” [23]. In
XMDD there are different roles which deal with different matters: the so called
“SIB expert” implements the SIBs and the “application expert” (or “business
expert”) models the process which consists of the SIBs. Of course, both roles
have to communicate and interact, e.g., when the application expert formulates
requirements for a new SIB.
Another aspect of simplicity is the usability of the software, which is a pre-
requisite for user acceptance. An important concept to improve usability is the
Rehasport: The Challenge of Small Margin Healthcare Accounting 11
What You See Is What You Get (WYSIWYG) [20] concept: while editing data,
the user will always see what exactly the output will look like. To many people
today it is known from different Office-Suites (like Microsoft Office or LibreOf-
fice), where, e.g., text edits are at once presented to the user in a form closely
resembling the final printed result. This concept helps the user to understand
how data change will influence the resulting output.
The ITSy-Project [31] focused on the topic of simplicity. IT experts and
industry practitioners were interviewed about their view on simplicity which
led to many insights suggestions for simplicity principles. In [28] they identified
five principles, namely Clearly Defined System Boundaries, Ease of Explanation,
Abstraction Layering Refinement, Focus on Simplicity First and Don’t Build for
Failure Containment. The simplicity patterns described above are well aligned
to these principles.
5 Implementation
5.1 Decoupling of Concerns
The software has been designed in accordance to the principles and patterns dis-
cussed in Sect. 4. For modularization and separation of concerns, a layer model
with four layers is used (see Fig. 5). The topmost layer is the web layer and imple-
mented in Tapestry, an open source web framework of the Apache Software Foun-
dation [3]. The web layer has access to the process layer which is implemented
using jABC [36], the reference implementation of the XMDD approach. Here
the logic of the application is located. These processes represent the intellectual
property of the involved parties. They are thus not “buried” in third party soft-
ware or hidden in source code, but instead are directly visible to the application
experts who are in charge of the business processes. The web layer and the
process layer utilize the service layer, which consists of a structured collection
of functionality points. Last, the service layer has access to the database layer.
Using this architecture, the needs of the application have been separated to
different modules, which makes it easier to add new features without touching
the existing ones. The processes makes it easy to change the behavior of the
application with little to no code changes.
The Tapestry framework used in the web layer supports dynamic and scal-
able web applications written in Java. It is component-based and uses many
techniques that makes it easy to build up a web application. Tapestry follows
the “convention over configuration” principle, as well as the DRY-principle. For
example, Tapestry brings components that support editing and viewing Java
Bean Objects with a single line of code. Also the directories where the pages and
components are stored follow a layout convention. As long as the programmer
stores the files where Tapestry expects them, the framework will find these files
without configuration. For internationalization, Tapestry brings message cata-
logues. For each page only a properties file with the same name is needed. The
file name can be extended by a locale tag (i.e. en for English), and Tapestry will
automatically read the file with the locale of the calling system. These principles
allow for rapid development of feature-rich web applications.
The process layer is built using jABC, a process management framework
which supports a high-level layer where the application logic can be graphical
arranged. jABC follows the principle of XMDD, and therefore the process model
consists of reusable components, the SIBs. While the service layer contains the
functionality of the application, the process layer holds the logic of the appli-
cation. The process layer represents the management process supported by the
application. The Genesys [24] code generator is used to create Java code from
these processes, which is then called by the application. The generated code is
one-way – changes to the generated code are not allowed. For behavioral changes
the process model is updated, followed by a run of the code generator, avoiding
round-trip problems.
The service layer has a number of services that contain the functionality of
the application. Architecturally, the service layer follows the SOA as described in
Sect. 4. All functionality has been separated into service interfaces, each contain-
ing associated concerns. For example, there is a database service for database
calls, an import service which contains all functionality for importing data, an
accounting service which contains every functionality for creating the account
PDF files, and so on. The services are independent, so changes to one service do
not affect the other ones. If technical things change, e.g., the way the account
data is calculated, only the single service accounting service must be edited.
In summary, the service-oriented and strictly layered architecture with the
XMDD process at its center lead to a piece of software which is prepared for
Rehasport: The Challenge of Small Margin Healthcare Accounting 13
Fig. 6. The way EDIFACT files are parsed using external software
While the service layer holds all services, the logic of the application is imple-
mented in processes, calling services in the service layer. The processes follow
the principle of XMDD as described in Sect. 4 and are designed using jABC, a
process modeling framework.
In the application each process is encapsulated by a starting class. This class
has a method that initializes the process execution context with the necessary
data and then calls the process. This encapsulation was necessary to have a well-
defined entry point for each process without editing the code generated from the
processes, which would have violated the paradigm of never editing generated
code. This approach also gives the process a stable service-like interface.
In Fig. 7, the process driving accounting cycles can be seen. In this process,
first the billable prescriptions are collected. If a non empty set was gathered, the
real accounting can start, otherwise the process will end. On the real account-
ing, first some database entries will be created. Then for each prescription the
accounting will be arranged. After that, the collected data is written to database
and the account PDF files are created before the end of the process.
This example shows how the services are assembled to implement a business
process. The graphical modeling makes it easy to discuss the business logic and
make changes. If, for example, the accounts should also be created as XML or
CSV files, only a service which converts the accounts to these formats has to be
created and integrated into this process.
5.4 Usability
The frontend of the software follows the principle of WYSIWYG as described in
Sect. 4: on every data change the PDF file for the paper account will be newly
created and presented to the user. This guarantees that the user is given direct
feedback on how his editing will affect the result.
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Process-Oriented Geoinformation
Systems and Applications
Design and Implementation of Data Usability
Processor into an Automated Processing Chain
for Optical Remote Sensing Data
1 Introduction
Increasing scarcity of natural resources, such as fresh water or fertile soils, coupled
with conflicting man-made pressures on land use results in potential risks for a sus-
tainable development of natural environment and thus requires a careful use of limited
resources. Hence, it is necessary to balance the different user requirements in order to
limit, and if possible, to reduce the increasing pressure on environment and its different
land-cover and land-use classes. The knowledge of environmental parameters and the
availability of geographic information are important prerequisites if progress is to be
achieved on this issue successfully. To respond to global land-use conflicts the
European Union (EU) and European Space Agency (ESA) have jointly initiated the
COPERNICUS-programme, which is aiming in the development and provision of
fundamental, accurate and reliable geo-information services based on RS data products
and ancillary spatial data (e.g. in-situ-information) [1]. To establish a geo-data database
a variety of state-of-the-art remote sensing (RS) technologies, including data from
optical and radar satellite systems, have to be utilised.
Many geo- and biophysical parameters that are required for monitoring and/or
modelling of environmental processes can only be derived by using optical RS.
However, the quality of optical data depends substantially on the weather conditions at
the time of data recording.
In cases of cloud-obscured optical data, interactive processing of sub-optimal
datasets by an operator becomes inevitable. However, operator-based image evaluation
and processing to extract geo- and biophysical parameters is time-consuming, requires
considerable expertise, manpower, and, although defined visual interpretation defaults
were met, each operator develops an own interpretation and assessment model. Thus,
the results obtained for a given image can vary and under certain circumstances and the
results are often not comparable. Especially, since the interactive visual data evaluation
is very expensive, in many cases only cloud-free or nearly cloud-free data are preferred
for an interactive data processing.
By using only optimal cloud-free data, the requirements of the COPERNICUS
initiative for delivering value-added information products and environmental
geo-services based on area-wide RS data cannot be fulfilled. This is only possible if all
RS data, inclusive sub-optimal data, are processed. However, if those data are pro-
cessed interactively the i. quality of value-added products cannot be standardised
because by subjectivity of operators, and ii. manpower and time requirements of
processing will significantly increase the production costs.
A solution for this problem is the development of an automated processing chain
for sub- and /or optimal data at acceptable time and costs. This ensures the i. generation
of usable quality products of bio- and geophysical information, ii. provision of
area-wide value-added products for a given time or period, and iii. setup and control of
automatic processing by choosing appropriate satellite data processing modules.
Relevant control parameters may include technical system parameters (gain and
offset) as well as data acquisition parameters (acquisition time (scene centre scan time
and/or start and stop of scan), geographical corner and/or centre coordinates, and sun
azimuth and elevation angle of scene centre). Thus, meta-information on data quality is
particular an important control parameter, for either choosing high-quality data for
expensive interactive thematic processing or for event-driven control of automated
pre-processing and thematic processing. This contribution focuses on data quality
Design and Implementation of Data Usability Processor 23
parameter, that directly can be assessed from a given RS dataset and either can be
expressed in terms of the cloud cover index1 or the data usability index2.
This paper deals with a data usability processor as part of an automatic processing
chain. The processor supports data error assessment, calculation of geographical
coordinates, and local time for real solar conditions of all image pixels. Furthermore,
the provision of land-water information for quality assessment, the determination of
cloud and haze coverage is shown, and the influence of cloud and haze distribution to
data quality is discussed.
1
Cloud Cover Degree: Ratio of cloud pixels to total pixels of an unit (e.g. complete scene or quadrant
of a scene).
2
Data usability: Combination of cloud cover and cloud distribution as well as data errors.
3
Quick-look data are preview images derived from original remote sensing data.
4
Metadata describe remote sensing data (e.g. satellite mission, orbit, track, frame).
5
LANDSAT-7/ETM + data receiving were stopped at the end of 2003 [7].
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candidates for the honour he intended them, the merits of the
multitude being settled, in his mind, in exact accordance with the
supposed extent of their treasures. Let not the reader mistake the
term. By treasure he neither meant worth nor beauty, but the article
which can be paid down in bullion or in bank-notes, possessing the
magic properties of adding field to field, and tenement to tenement.
One after another the pen was drawn through their names, as
occasion offered of scrutinising their means more clearly, or as lack-
success obliged him, until the candidates were reduced to a couple;
to wit—Miss Jenny Drybones, a tall spinster, lean and ill-looking,
somewhat beyond her grand climacteric; and Mrs Martha Bouncer, a
brisk widow, fat, fair, and a few years on the better side of forty.
Miss Jenny, from her remote youth upwards, had been
housekeeper to her brother, a retired wine merchant, who departed
this life six years before, without occasioning any very general
lamentation; having been a man of exceedingly strict habits of
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English, a keen, dull, plodding, avaricious old knave.
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a great pity that such people ever die, as their worth, or, in other
words, their wealth, cannot gain currency in the other world; but die
he did, in spite of twenty thousand pounds and the doctor, who was
not called in till death had a firm grip of the old miser’s windpipe,
through which respiration came scant and slow, almost like the
vacant yawns of a broken bellows.
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the read will, too legal for their satisfaction, left Miss Jenny in sure
and undivided possession of goods and chattels all and sundry.
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black feathers, quilled ruffles, crape veils, and starched weepers, in
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seldom failed in being attended to.
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decamp to the other world, after having swallowed a bullet, and
dropped the death-dealing blade from his blood-besmeared hand on
the field of battle, but quietly in his bed, with three pairs of excellent
blankets over him, not reckoning a curiously quilted counterpane.
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his widow was not of that violent and overwhelming kind which a
more sharply-wound-up catastrophe is apt to occasion; but, having
noticed the slow but gradual approaches of the grim tyrant, in the
symptoms of swelled ankles, shrivelled features, troublesome cough,
and excessive debility, the event came upon her as an evil long
foreseen; and the sorrow occasioned by the exit of the captain was
sustained with becoming fortitude.
Having been fully as free of his sacrifices to Bacchus as to the
brother of Bellona, the captain left his mate in circumstances not the
most flourishing; but she was enabled to keep up appearances, and
to preserve herself from the gulf of debt, by an annuity bequeathed to
her by her father, and by the liberality of the widows’ fund.
Time passed on at its usual careless jog-trot; and animal spirits,
being a gift of nature, like all strong natural impulses, asserted their
legitimate sway. Mrs Martha began to smile and simper as formerly.
Folks remarked, that black suited her complexion; and Daniel Cathie
could not help giving breath to the gallant remark, as he was
discharging her last year’s account, that he never before had seen her
looking half so well.
On this hint the lady wrought. Daniel was a greasy lubberly civilian
to be sure, and could not escort her about with powdered collar,
laced beaver, and glittering epaulettes; but he was a substantial
fellow, not amiss as to looks, and with regard to circumstances,
possessing everything to render a wife comfortable and snug. Elysian
happiness, Mrs Martha was too experienced a stager to expect on
this side of the valley of death. Moreover, she had been tossed about
sufficiently in the world, and was heartily tired of a wandering life.
The height of her wise ambition, therefore, reached no higher than a
quiet settlement and a comfortable domicile. She knew that the hour
of trial was come, and sedulously set herself to work, directing
against Daniel the whole artillery of her charms. She passed before
his door every morning in her walk; and sometimes stood with her
pretty face directed to the shop window, as if narrowly examining
some article in it. She ogled him as he sat in church; looking as if she
felt happy at seeing him seated with the bailies; and Daniel was never
met abroad, but the lady drew off her silken glove, and yielded a
milk-white delicate hand to the tobacconist, who took a peculiar
pleasure in shaking it cordially. A subsequent rencontre in a stage
coach, where they enjoyed a delightful téte-à-téte together for some
miles (procul, ô procul esto profani), told with a still deeper effect;
and everything seemed in a fair way of being amicably adjusted.
Miss Jenny, undismayed by these not unmarked symptoms of
ripening intimacy, determined to pursue her own line of amatory
politics, and set her whole enginery of attack in readiness for
operation. She had always considered the shop at the cross as the
surest path for her to the temple of Bona Fortuna. Thence driven, she
was lost in hopeless mazes, and knew not where to turn.
She flaunted about, and flashed her finery in the optical observers
of Daniel, as if to say, This is a specimen,—ex uno disce omnes,—
thousands lie under this sample. Hope and fear swayed her heart by
turns, though the former passion was uppermost; yet she saw a
snake, in the form of Mrs Bouncer, lurking in her way; and she took
every lawful means, or such as an inamorata considers such, to
scotch it.
Well might Daniel be surprised at the quantity of candles made use
of in Miss Jenny’s establishment. It puzzled his utmost calculation;
for though the whole house had been illuminated from top to
bottom, and fours to the pound had been lighted at both ends, no
such quantity could be consumed. But there she was, week after
week, with her young vassal with the yellow neck behind her,
swinging a large wicker-basket over his arm, in which were
deposited, layer above layer, the various produce of Miss Jenny’s
marketing.
On Daniel, on these occasions, she showered her complaisance
with the liberality of March rains; inquiring anxiously after his
health; cautioning him to wear flannel, and beware of the
rheumatics; telling him her private news, and admiring the elegance
of his articles, while all the time her shrivelled features “grinned
horrible a ghastly smile,” which only quadrupled the “fold upon fold
innumerable” of her wrinkles, and displayed gums innocent of teeth,
—generosity not being able to elevate three rusty stumps to that
honour and dignity.
There was a strong conflict in Daniel’s mind, and the poor man
was completely “bamboozled.” Ought he to let nature have its sway
for once, take to his arms the blushing and beautiful widow, and
trust to the success of his efforts for future aggrandisement? Or must
strong habit still domineer over him, and Miss Jenny’s hook, baited
with twenty thousand pounds, draw him to the shores of wedlock, “a
willing captive?” Must he leave behind him sons and daughters with
small portions, and “the world before them, where to choose;” or
none—and his name die away among the things of the past, while
cousins ten times removed alike in blood and regard, riot on his
substance? The question was complicated, and different
interrogatories put to the oracle of his mind afforded different
responses. The affair was one, in every respect, so nicely balanced,
that “he wist not what to do.” Fortune long hung equal in the
balance, and might have done so much longer, had not an unforeseen
accident made the scale of the widow precipitately mount aloft, and
kick the beam.
It was about ten o’clock on the night of a blustering November day,
that a tall, red-haired, moustachioed, and raw-boned personage,
wrapt up in a military great-coat, alighted from the top of the
Telegraph at the Salutation Inn, and delivered his portmanteau into
the assiduous hands of Bill the waiter. He was ushered into a
comfortable room, whose flickering blazing fire mocked the
cacophony of his puckered features, and induced him hastily to doff
his envelopments, and draw in an arm-chair to the borders of the
hearthrug.
Having discussed a smoking and substantial supper, he asked Bill,
who was in the act of supplying his rummer with hot water, if a Mrs
Bouncer, an officer’s widow, resided in the neighbourhood.
“Yes,” replied Bill, “I know her well; she lives at third house round
the corner, on the second floor, turning to the door on your right
hand.”
“She is quite well, I hope?” asked the son of Mars.
“Oh! quite well, bless you; and about to take a second husband. I
hear they are to be proclaimed next week. She is making a good
bargain.”
“Next week to be married!” ejaculated the gallant captain, turning
up his eyes, and starting to his legs with a hurried perplexity.
“So I believe, sir,” continued Bill very calmly. “If you have come to
the ceremony, you will find that it does not take place till then.
Depend upon it, sir, you have mistaken the date of your invitation
card.”
“Well, waiter, you may leave me,” said the captain, stroking his
chin in evident embarrassment; “but stop, who is she about to get?”
“Oh, I thought everybody knew Mr Daniel Cathie, one of the town-
council, sir; a tobacconist, and a respectable man; likely soon to
come to the provostry, sir. He is rather up in years to be sure; but he
is as rich as a Jew.”
“What do you say is his name?”
“Daniel Cathie, Esq., tobacconist, and a candlemaker near the
Cross. That is his name and designation,—a very respectable man,
sir.”
“Well, order the girl to have my bed well warmed, and to put pens,
ink, and paper into the room. In the meantime, bring me the boot-
jack.”
The captain kept his fiery feelings in restraint before Bill; but the
intelligence hit him like a cannon-shot. He retired almost
immediately to his bed-chamber; but a guest in the adjoining room
declared in the morning, that he had never been allowed to close his
eyes, from some person’s alternately snoring or speaking in his sleep,
as if in violent altercation with some one; and that, whenever these
sounds died away, they were only exchanged for the irregular tread
of a foot measuring the apartment, seemingly in every direction.
It was nine in the morning; and Daniel, as he was ringing a shilling
on the counter, which he had just taken for “value received,” and half
ejaculating aloud as he peered at it through his spectacles—“Not a
Birmingham, I hope”—had a card put into his hand by Jonas
Bunting, the Salutation shoeblack.
Having broken the seal, Daniel read to himself,—“A gentleman
wishes to see Mr Cathie at the Salutation Inn, on particular business,
as speedily as possible. Inquire for the gentleman in No. 7.—A
quarter before nine, A.M.”
“Some of these dunning travellers!” exclaimed Daniel to himself.
“They are continually pestering me for orders. If I had the lighting up
of the moon, I could not satisfy them all. I have a good mind not to
go, for this fellow not sending his name. It is impudence with a
vengeance, and a new way of requesting favours!” As he was
muttering these thoughts between his teeth, however, he was
proceeding in the almost unconscious act of undoing his apron,
which having flung aside, he adjusted his hair before the glass,
carefully pressed his hat into shape, and drew it down on his temples
with both hands; after which, with hasty steps, he vanished from
behind the counter.
Arriving at the inn, he was ushered into No. 7 by the officious Bill,
who handed his name before him, and closed the door after him.
“This is an unpleasant business, Mr Cathie,” said the swaggering
captain, drawing himself up to his full length, and putting on a look
of important ferocity. “It is needless to waste words on the subject:
there is a brace of pistols, both are loaded,—take one, and I take the
other; choose either, sir. The room is fully eight paces,” added he,
striding across in a hurried manner, and clanking his iron heels on
the carpet.
“It would, I think, be but civil,” said Daniel, evidently in
considerable mental as well as bodily agitation, “to inform me what
are your intentions, before forcing me to commit murder. Probably
you have mistaken me for some other; if not, please let me know in
what you conceive I have offended you!”
“By the powers!” said Captain Thwackeray with great vehemence,
“you have injured me materially,—nay, mortally,—and either your
life, sir, or my own, sir, shall be sacrificed to the adjustment.”
While saying this, the captain took up first the one pistol, and then
the other, beating down the contents with the ramrod, and
measuring with his finger the comparative depth to which each was
loaded.
“A pretty story, certainly, to injure a gentleman in the tenderest
part, and then to beg a recital of the particulars. Have you no regard
for my feelings, sir?”
“Believe me, sir, on the word of an honest man, that as to your
meaning in this business, I am in utter darkness,” said Daniel with
cool firmness.
“To be plain, then,—to be explicit,—to come to the point, sir,—are
you not on the eve of marrying Mrs Bouncer?”
“Mrs Bouncer!” echoed the tallow-chandler, starting back, and
crimsoning. Immediately, however, commanding himself, he
continued:—“As to the truth of the case, that is another matter; but
were it as you represent it, I was unaware that I could be injuring any
one in so doing.”
“Now, sir, we have come to the point; rem tetigisti acu; and you
speak out plainly. Take your pistol,” bravoed the captain.
“No, no,—not so fast;—perhaps we may understand each other
without being driven to that alternative.”
“Well then, sir, abjure her this moment, and resign her to me, or
one of our lives must be sacrificed.”
While he was saying this, Daniel laid his hands on one of the
pistols, and appeared as if examining it; which motion the captain
instantly took for a signal of acquiescence, and “changed his hand,
and checked his pride.”
“I hope,” continued he, evidently much softened, “that there shall
be no need of resorting to desperate measures. In a word, the affair is
this:—I have a written promise from Mrs Bouncer, that, if ever she
married a second time, her hand was mine. It matters not with the
legality of the measure, though the proceeding took place in the
lifetime of her late husband, my friend, Captain Bouncer. It is quite
an affair of honour. I assure you, sir, she has vowed to accept of none
but me, Captain Thwackeray, as his successor. If you have paid your
addresses to her in ignorance of this, I forgive you; if not, we stand
opposed as before.”
“Oh ho! if that be the way the land lies,” replied Daniel, with a
shrill whistle, “she is yours, captain, for me, and heartily welcome. I
resign her unconditionally, as you military gentlemen phrase it. A
great deal of trouble is spared by one’s speaking out. If you had told
me this, there would have been no reason for loading the pistols.
May I now wish you a good morning! ’Od save us! but these are
fearful weapons on the table! Good morning, sir.”
“Bless your heart, no,” said Captain Thwackeray, evidently much
relieved from his distressing situation. “Oh no, sir; not before we
breakfast together;” and, so saying, before Daniel had a moment’s
time for reply, he pulled the bell violently.
“Bill, bring in breakfast for two, as expeditiously as possible—(Exit
Bill). I knew that no man of honour, such as I know or believe you to
be (your appearance bespeaks it), would act such a selfish part as
deprive me of my legal right; and I trust that this transaction shall
not prevent friendly intercourse between us, if I come, as my present
intention is, to take up my abode among you in this town.”
“By no means,” said Daniel; “Mrs Bouncer is yours for me; and as
to matrimonials, I am otherwise provided. There are no grounds for
contention, captain.”
Breakfast was discussed with admirable appetite by both. The
contents of the pistols were drawn, the powder carefully returned
into the flask, the two bullets into the waistcoat pocket, and the
instruments of destruction themselves deposited in a green woollen
case. After cordially shaking each other by the hand, the captain saw
Mr Daniel to the door, and made a very low congé, besides kissing
his hand at parting.
The captain we leave to fight his own battles, and return to our
hero, whose stoicism, notwithstanding its firmness, did not prevent
him from feeling considerably on the occasion. Towards Mrs
Bouncer he had not a Romeo-enthusiasm, but certainly a stronger
attachment than he had ever experienced for any other of her sex.
Though the case was hopeless, he did not allow himself to pine away
with “a green and yellow melancholy,” but reconciled himself to his
fate with the more facility, as the transaction between Thwackeray
and her was said to have taken place during the lifetime of her late
husband, which considerably lessened her in his estimation; having
been educated a rigid Presbyterian, and holding in great abhorrence
all such illustrations of military morality. “No, no,” thought he; “my
loss is more apparent than real: the woman who was capable of
doing such a thing, would not content herself with stopping even
there. Miss Jenny Drybones is the woman for me—I am the man for
her money.” And here a thousand selfish notions crowded on his
heart, and confirmed him in his determination, which he set about
without delay.
There was little need of delicacy in the matter; and Daniel went to
work quite in a business-like style. He commenced operations on the
offensive, offered Miss Jenny his arm, squeezed her hand, buttered
her with love-phrases, ogled her out of countenance, and haunted
her like a ghost. Refusal was in vain; and after a faint, a feeble, and
sham show of resistance, the damsel drew down her flag of defiance,
and submitted to honourable terms of capitulation.
Ten days after Miss Jenny’s surrender, their names were
proclaimed in church; and as the people stared at each other in half
wonder and half good-humour, the precentor continued, after a
slight pause, “There is also a purpose of marriage between Mrs
Martha Bouncer, at present residing in the parish, and Augustus
Thwackeray, Esq., captain of the Bengal Rangers; whoever can
produce any lawful objections against the same, he is requested to do
so, time and place convenient.”
Every forenoon and evening between that and the marriage-day,
Daniel and his intended enjoyed a delightful tête-à-tête in the lady’s
garden, walking arm-in-arm, and talking, doubtless, of home-
concerns and Elysian prospects that awaited them. The pair would
have formed a fit subject for the pencil of a Hogarth,—about “to
become one flesh,” and so different in appearance. The lady, long-
visaged and wrinkled, stiff-backed and awkward, long as a maypole;
the bridegroom, jolly-faced like Bacchus, stumpy like an alder-tree,
and round as a beer-barrel.
Ere Friday had beheld its meridian sunshine, two carriages, drawn
up at the door, the drivers with white favours and Limerick gloves,
told the attentive world that Dr Redbeak had made them one flesh.
Shortly after the ceremony, the happy couple drove away amid the
cheering of an immense crowd of neighbours, who had planted
themselves round the door to make observations on what was going
on. Another coincidence worthy of remark also occurred on this
auspicious day. At the same hour, had the fair widow Martha yielded
up her lily-white hand to the whiskered, ferocious-looking, but
gallant Captain Thwackeray; and the carriages containing the
respective marriage-parties passed one another in the street at a
good round pace. The postilions, with their large flaunting ribbon-
knots, huzza’d in meeting, brandishing their whips in the air, as if
betokening individual victory. The captain looking out, saw Miss
Jenny, in maiden pride, sitting stately beside her chosen tobacconist;
and Daniel, glancing to the left, beheld Mrs Martha blushing by the
side of her moustachioed warrior. Both waved their hands in passing,
and pursued their destinies.—Janus; or, the Edinburgh Literary
Almanac.
THE HAUNTED SHIPS.
By Allan Cunningham.
Though my mind’s not
Hoodwinked with rustic marvels, I do think
There are more things in the grove, the air, the flood,
Yea, and the charnelled earth, than what wise man,
Who walks so proud as if his form alone
Filled the wide temple of the universe,
Will let a frail mind say. I’d write i’ the creed
O’ the sagest head alive, that fearful forms,
Holy or reprobate, do page men’s heels;
That shapes, too horrid for our gaze, stand o’er
The murderer’s dust, and for revenge glare up,
Even till the stars weep fire for very pity.
Chapter I.
Along the sea of Solway—romantic on the Scottish side, with its
woodlands, its bays, its cliffs, and headlands; and interesting on the
English side, with its many beautiful towns with their shadows on
the water, rich pastures, safe harbours, and numerous ships—there
still linger many traditional stories of a maritime nature, most of
them connected with superstitions singularly wild and unusual. To
the curious, these tales afford a rich fund of entertainment, from the
many diversities of the same story; some dry and barren, and
stripped of all the embellishments of poetry; others dressed out in all
the riches of a superstitious belief and haunted imagination. In this
they resemble the inland traditions of the peasants; but many of the
oral treasures of the Galwegian or the Cumbrian coast have the
stamp of the Dane and the Norseman upon them, and claim but a
remote or faint affinity with the legitimate legends of Caledonia.
Something like a rude prosaic outline of several of the most noted of
the northern ballads—the adventures and depredations of the old
ocean kings—still lend life to the evening tale; and, among others, the
story of the Haunted Ships is still popular among the maritime
peasantry.
One fine harvest evening I went on board the shallop of Richard
Faulder, of Allanbay, and committing ourselves to the waters, we
allowed a gentle wind from the east to waft us at its pleasure towards
the Scottish coast. We passed the sharp promontory of Siddick, and
skirting the land within a stone-cast, glided along the shore till we
came within sight of the ruined Abbey of Sweetheart. The green
mountain of Criffell ascended beside us; and the bleat of the flocks
from its summit, together with the winding of the evening horn of
the reapers, came softened into something like music over land and
sea. We pushed our shallop into a deep and wooded bay, and sat
silently looking on the serene beauty of the place. The moon
glimmered in her rising through the tall shafts of the pines of
Caerlaverock; and the sky, with scarce a cloud, showered down on
wood, and headland, and bay, the twinkling beams of a thousand
stars, rendering every object visible. The tide, too, was coming with
that swift and silent swell observable when the wind is gentle; the
woody curves along the land were filling with the flood, till it touched
the green branches of the drooping trees; while in the centre current
the roll and the plunge of a thousand pellecks told to the experienced
fisherman that salmon were abundant.
As we looked, we saw an old man emerging from a path that
winded to the shore through a grove of doddered hazel; he carried a
halve-net on his back, while behind him came a girl bearing a small
harpoon, with which the fishers are remarkably dexterous in striking
their prey. The senior seated himself on a large gray stone, which
overlooked the bay, laid aside his bonnet, and submitted his bosom
and neck to the refreshing sea breeze; and taking his harpoon from
his attendant, sat with the gravity and composure of a spirit of the
flood, with his ministering nymph behind him. We pushed our
shallop to the shore, and soon stood at their side.
“This is old Mark Macmoran, the mariner, with his granddaughter
Barbara,” said Richard Faulder, in a whisper that had something of
fear in it; “he knows every creek, and cavern, and quicksand in
Solway,—has seen the Spectre Hound that haunts the Isle of Man;
has heard him bark, and at every bark has seen a ship sink; and he
has seen, too, the Haunted Ships in full sail; and, if all tales be true,
has sailed in them himself;—he’s an awful person.”
Though I perceived in the communication of my friend something
of the superstition of the sailor, I could not help thinking that
common rumour had made a happy choice in singling out old Mark
to maintain her intercourse with the invisible world. His hair, which
seemed to have refused all acquaintance with the comb, hung matted
upon his shoulders; a kind of mantle, or rather blanket, pinned with
a wooden skewer round his neck, fell mid-leg down, concealing all
his nether garments as far as a pair of hose, darned with yarn of all
conceivable colours, and a pair of shoes, patched and repaired till
nothing of the original structure remained, and clasped on his feet
with two massive silver buckles.
If the dress of the old man was rude and sordid, that of his
granddaughter was gay, and even rich.
She wore a boddice of fine wool, wrought round the bosom with
alternate leaf and lily, and a kirtle of the same fabric, which almost
touching her white and delicate ankle, showed her snowy feet, so
fairy-light and round that they scarcely seemed to touch the grass
where she stood. Her hair—a natural ornament which woman seeks
much to improve—was of a bright glossy brown, and encumbered
rather than adorned with a snood, set thick with marine productions,
among which the small clear pearl found in the Solway was
conspicuous. Nature had not trusted to a handsome shape, and a
sylph-like air, for young Barbara’s influence over the heart of man;
but had bestowed a pair of large bright blue eyes, swimming in liquid
light, so full of love, and gentleness, and joy, that all the sailors, from
Annanwater to far St Bees, acknowledged their power, and sung
songs about the bonnie lass of Mark Macmoran. She stood holding a
small gaff-hook of polished steel in her hand, and seemed not
dissatisfied with the glances I bestowed on her from time to time,
and which I held more than requited by a single glance of those eyes
which retained so many capricious hearts in subjection.
The tide, though rapidly augmenting, had not yet filled the bay at
our feet. The moon now streamed fairly over the tops of Caerlaverock
pines, and showed the expanse of ocean dimpling and swelling, on
which sloops and shallops came dancing, and displaying at every
turn their extent of white sail against the beam of the moon. I looked
on old Mark the Mariner, who, seated motionless on his gray stone,
kept his eye fixed on the increasing waters with a look of seriousness
and sorrow in which I saw little of the calculating spirit of a mere
fisherman. Though he looked on the coming tide, his eyes seemed to
dwell particularly on the black and decayed hulls of two vessels,
which, half immersed in the quicksand, still addressed to every heart
a tale of shipwreck and desolation. The tide wheeled and foamed
around them; and creeping inch by inch up the side, at last fairly
threw its waters over the top, and a long and hollow eddy showed the
resistance which the liquid element received.
The moment they were fairly buried in the water, the old man
clasped his hands together, and said—
“Blessed be the tide that will break over and bury ye for ever! Sad
to mariners, and sorrowful to maids and mothers, has the time been
you have choked up this deep and bonnie bay. For evil were you sent,
and for evil have you continued. Every season finds from you its song
of sorrow and wail, its funeral processions, and its shrouded corses.
Woe to the land where the wood grew that made ye? Cursed be the
axe that hewed ye on the mountains, the bands that joined ye
together, the bay that ye first swam in, and the wind that wafted ye
here! Seven times have ye put my life in peril; three fair sons have ye
swept from my side, and two bonnie grandbairns; and now, even
now, your waters foam and flash for my destruction, did I venture
my frail limbs in quest of food in your deadly bay. I see by that ripple
and that foam, and hear by the sound and singing of your surge, that
ye yearn for another victim, but it shall not be me or mine.”
Even as the old mariner addressed himself to the wrecked ships, a
young man appeared at the southern extremity of the bay, holding
his halve-net in his hand, and hastening into the current. Mark rose,
and shouted, and waved him back from a place which, to a person
unacquainted with the dangers of the bay, real and superstitious,
seemed sufficiently perilous: his granddaughter, too, added her voice
to his, and waved her white hands; but the more they strove the
faster advanced the peasant, till he stood to his middle in the water,
while the tide increased every moment in depth and strength.
“Andrew, Andrew!” cried the young woman, in a voice quavering
with emotion, “turn, turn, I tell you. O the ships, the haunted ships!”
But the appearance of a fine run of fish had more influence with the
peasant than the voice of bonnie Barbara, and forward he dashed,
net in hand. In a moment he was borne off his feet, and mingled like
foam with the water, and hurried towards the fatal eddies which
whirled and reared round the sunken ships. But he was a powerful
young man, and an expert swimmer: he seized on one of the
projecting ribs of the nearest hulk, and clinging to it with the grasp of
despair, uttered yell after yell, sustaining himself against the
prodigious rush of the current.
From a sheiling of turf and straw within the pitch of a bar from the
spot where we stood, came out an old woman bent with age, and
leaning on a crutch. “I heard the voice of that lad Andrew Lammie;
can the chield be drowning, that he skirls sae uncannily?” said the
old woman, seating herself on the ground and looking earnestly at
the water. “Ou ay,” she continued, “he’s doomed, he’s doomed; heart
and hand never can save him; boats, ropes, and man’s strength and
wit, all vain! vain! he’s doomed, he’s doomed!”
By this time I had thrown myself into the shallop, followed
reluctantly by Richard Faulder, over whose courage and kindness of
heart superstition had great power; and with one push from the
shore, and some exertion in sculling, we came within a quoit-cast of
the unfortunate fisherman. He stayed not to profit by our aid; for
when he perceived us near, he uttered a piercing shriek of joy, and
bounded toward us through the agitated element the full length of an
oar. I saw him for a second on the surface of the water; but the
eddying current sucked him down; and all I ever beheld of him again
was his hand held above the flood, and clutching in agony at some
imaginary aid. I sat gazing in horror on the vacant sea before us; but
a breathing-time before, a human being, full of youth, and strength,
and hope, was there: his cries were still ringing in my ears, and
echoing in the woods; and now nothing was seen or heard save the
turbulent expanse of water, and the sound of its chafing on the
shores. We pushed back our shallop, and resumed our station on the
cliff beside the old mariner and his descendant.
“Wherefore sought ye to peril your own lives fruitlessly,” said
Mark, “in attempting to save the doomed? Whoso touches these
infernal ships never survives to tell the tale. Woe to the man who is
found nigh them at midnight when the tide has subsided, and they
arise in their former beauty, with forecastle, and deck, and sail, and
pennon, and shroud! Then is seen the streaming of lights along the
water from their cabin windows, and then is heard the sound of
mirth and the clamour of tongues and the infernal whoop and halloo,
and song, ringing far and wide. Woe to the man who comes nigh
them!”
To all this my companion listened with a breathless attention. I felt
something touched with a superstition to which I partly believed I
had seen one victim offered up; and I inquired of the old mariner—
“How and when came these haunted ships there? To me they seem
but the melancholy relics of some unhappy voyagers, and much more
likely to warn people to shun destruction, than entice and delude
them to it.”
“And so,” said the old man with a smile, which had more of sorrow
in it than of mirth; “and so, young man, these black and shattered
hulks seem to the eye of the multitude. But things are not what they
seem: that water, a kind and convenient servant to the wants of man,
which seems so smooth, and so dimpling, and so gentle, has
swallowed up a human soul even now; and the place which it covers,
so fair and so level, is a faithless quicksand out of which none escape.
Things are otherwise than they seem. Had you lived as long as I have
had the sorrow to live; had you seen the storms, and braved the
perils, and endured the distresses which have befallen me; had you
sat gazing out on the dreary ocean at midnight on a haunted coast;
had you seen comrade after comrade, brother after brother, and son
after son, swept away by the merciless ocean from your very side;
had you seen the shapes of friends, doomed to the wave and the
quicksand, appearing to you in the dreams and visions of the night;
then would your mind have been prepared for crediting the strange
legends of mariners; and the two haunted Danish ships would have
had their terrors for you, as they have for all who sojourn on this
coast.
“Of the time and cause of their destruction,” continued the old
man, “I know nothing certain; they have stood as you have seen them
for uncounted time; and while all other ships wrecked on this
unhappy coast have gone to pieces, and rotted, and sunk away in a
few years, these two haunted hulks have neither sunk in the
quicksand, nor has a single spar or board been displaced. Maritime
legend says, that two ships of Denmark having had permission, for a
time, to work deeds of darkness and dolour on the deep, were at last
condemned to the whirlpool and the sunken rock, and were wrecked
in this bonnie bay, as a sign to seamen to be gentle and devout. The
night when they were lost was a harvest evening of uncommon
mildness and beauty: the sun had newly set; the moon came brighter
and brighter out; and the reapers, laying their sickles at the root of
the standing corn, stood on rock and bank, looking at the increasing
magnitude of the waters, for sea and land were visible from St Bees
to Barnhourie.
“The sails of the two vessels were soon seen bent for the Scottish
coast; and with a speed outrunning the swiftest ship, they
approached the dangerous quicksands and headland of Borranpoint.
On the deck of the foremost ship not a living soul was seen, or shape,
unless something in darkness and form resembling a human shadow
could be called a shape, which flitted from extremity to extremity of
the ship, with the appearance of trimming the sails, and directing the
vessel’s course. But the decks of its companion were crowded with
human shapes; the captain, and mate, and sailor, and cabin boy, all
seemed there; and from them the sound of mirth and minstrelsy
echoed over land and water. The coast which they skirted along was
one of extreme danger; and the reapers shouted to warn them to
beware of sandbank and rock; but of this friendly counsel no notice
was taken, except that a large and famished dog, which sat on the
prow, answered every shout with a long, loud, and melancholy howl.
The deep sandbank of Carsethorn was expected to arrest the career
of these desperate navigators; but they passed, with the celerity of
waterfowl, over an obstruction which had wrecked many pretty
ships.
“Old men shook their heads, and departed, saying, ‘We have seen
the fiend sailing in a bottomless ship; let us go home and pray:’ but
one young and wilful man said, ‘Fiend! I’ll warrant it’s nae fiend, but
douce Janet Withershins, the witch, holding a carouse with some of
her Cumberland cummers, and mickle red wine will be spilt atween
them. ’Od, I would gladly have a toothfu’! I’ll warrant it’s nane o’
your cauld sour slae-water, like a bottle of Bailie Skrinkie’s port, but
right drap-o’-my-heart’s-blood stuff, that would waken a body out of
their last linen. I wonder whaur the cummers will anchor their craft?’
“‘And I’ll vow,’ said another rustic, ‘the wine they quaff is none of
your visionary drink, such as a drouthy body has dished out to his
lips in a dream; nor is it shadowy and unsubstantial, like the vessels
they sail in, which are made out of a cockle-shell, or a cast-off
slipper, or the paring of a seaman’s right thumb-nail. I once got a
handsel out of a witch’s quaigh myself;—auld Marion Mathers of
Dustiefoot, whom they tried to bury in the old kirkyard of Dunscore;
but the cummer raise as fast as they laid her down, and naewhere
else would she lie but in the bonnie green kirkyard of Kier, among
douce and sponsible folk. So I’ll vow that the wine of a witch’s cup is
as fell liquor as ever did a kindly turn to a poor man’s heart; and be
they fiends, or be they witches, if they have red wine asteer, I’ll risk a
droukit sark for ae glorious tout on’t.’
“‘Silence, ye sinners,’ said the minister’s son of a neighbouring
parish, who united in his own person his father’s lack of devotion
with his mother’s love of liquor. ‘Whisht! Speak as if ye had the fear
of something holy before ye. Let the vessels run their own way to
destruction: who can stay the eastern wind, and the current of the
Solway sea? I can find ye Scripture warrant for that: so let them try
their strength on Blawhooly rocks, and their might on the broad
quicksand. There’s a surf running there would knock the ribs
together of a galley built by the imps of the pit, and commanded by
the Prince of Darkness. Bonnily and bravely they sail away there; but
before the blast blows by they’ll be wrecked; and red wine and strong
brandy will be as rife as dykewater, and we’ll drink the health of
bonnie Bell Blackness out of her left foot slipper.’
“The speech of the young profligate was applauded by several of
his companions, and away they flew to the bay of Blawhooly, from
whence they never returned. The two vessels were observed all at
once to stop in the bosom of the bay, on the spot where their hulls
now appear: the mirth and the minstrelsy waxed louder than ever;
and the forms of the maidens, with instruments of music and wine-
cups in their hands, thronged the decks. A boat was lowered; and the
same shadowy pilot who conducted the ships made it start towards
the shore with the rapidity of lightning, and its head knocked against
the bank where the four young men stood, who longed for the
unblest drink. They leaped in with a laugh, and with a laugh were
they welcomed on deck; wine cups were given to each, and as they
raised them to their lips the vessels melted away beneath their feet;
and one loud shriek, mingled with laughter still louder, was heard
over land and water for many miles. Nothing more was heard or seen
till the morning, when the crowd who came to the beach saw with
fear and wonder the two Haunted Ships, such as they now seem,
masts and tackle gone; nor mark, nor sign, by which their name,
country, or destination, could be known, was left remaining. Such is
the tradition of the mariners.”
Chapter II.
“And trow ye,” said the old woman, who, attracted from her hut by
the drowning cries of the young fisherman, had remained an auditor
of the mariner’s legend; “and trow ye, Mark Macmoran, that the tale
of the Haunted Ships is done? I can say no to that. Mickle have my
ears heard, but more mine eyes have witnessed since I came to dwell
in this humble home by the side of the deep sea. I mind the night
weel: it was on Hallow-e’en, the nuts were cracked, and the apples
were eaten, and spell and charm were tried at my fireside; till,
wearied with diving into the dark waves of futurity, the lads and
lasses fairly took to the more visible blessings of kind words, tender
clasps, and gentle courtship.
“Soft words in a maiden’s ear, and a kindly kiss o’ her lip, were old
world matters to me, Mark Macmoran; though I mean not to say that
I have been free of the folly of daundering and daffin’ with a youth in
my day, and keeping tryst with him in dark and lonely places.
However, as I say, these times of enjoyment were past and gone with
me; the mair’s the pity that pleasure should flee sae fast away,—and
as I couldna make sport I thought I would not mar any; so out I
sauntered into the fresh cold air, and sat down behind that old oak,
and looked abroad on the wide sea. I had my ain sad thoughts, ye
may think, at the time; it was in that very bay my blythe gudeman
perished, with seven more in his company; and on that very bank
where ye see the waves leaping and foaming, I saw seven stately
corses streeked, but the dearest was the eighth. It was a woful sight
to me, a widow, with four bonnie boys, with nought to support them
but these twa hands, and God’s blessing, and a cow’s grass. I have
never liked to live out of sight of this bay since that time; and mony’s
the moonlight night I sit looking on these watery mountains, and
these waste shores; it does my heart good, whatever it may do to my
head. So ye see it was Hallow-e’en; and looking on sea and land sat I;
and my heart wandering to other thoughts soon made me forget my
youthful company at hame. It might be near the howe hour of the
night; the tide was making, and its singing brought strange old-world
stories with it; and I thought on the dangers that sailors endure, the