Identifier: pearldiverscruso00stabrich (find matches)
Title: The pearl divers and Crusoes of the Sargasso Sea
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Stables, Gordon, 1840-1910
Subjects: Oceania -- Juvenile fiction
Publisher: London : James Nisbet
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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thereis a ghost in the old windmill. But my mother says,It is all nonsense, child, and I would rather believeher than all the old wives in Fisherton. It will be observed that Barclay had a habit oftalking to himself, as most sentimental lads who havefew companions have. He soon came in sight of the deserted windmill,towering black and dismal against the orange-yellowhorizon. He vaulted over the stile, and was quickly close upto the mysterious-looking structure. His friend thegreat white owl flew out from her nest and greetedhim with her mournful call— Twhoo—whoo—whoo—whoo—oo—oo! Well, it was the best song the poor thing could sing,and Barclay liked to hear it. The boy walked round the windmill just once. Thegreat sailless, outstretched arms of the mill lookeddark and weird against the sky as he gazed upwards,and he was just preparing to go, when to his surprisehe perceived light glimmering through the seams ofthe old door. His heart beat almost audibly, a cold perspiration
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THE OLD HERMIT OF THE MILL.—Page <^. was it an apparition? 9 burst out on his brow, and his legs for a moment couldbarely support him. But some instinct, which I cannot explain, causedhim to almost throw himself against the door and dashit open. If terror had seized him before, it was redoublednow. I am not sure indeed that the poor boys hairdid not stir under his cap.■ And little wonder either! Here, before his round, staring eyes, stood againstthe farthest o£E wall a little rickety table, on whichburned a single candle, stuck in a block of wood,and beside it on a stool a strange, strange little oldman—or was it an apparition? The creature looked up in wonder. Poor young Barclay had just time to stammer outthe words— Oh—h—are you the gho—gho—gho—ghost ? Then he fainted and fell. OHAPTEE IIAT THE OLD WINDMILL When Barclay Stuart again opened his eyes he foundhimself lying on a pallet of straw, and kneeling besidehim the strange, weird little man whom he had mis-t

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