and summoned up all the imps and spirits of the sea to make a great storm for him in hopes of wrecking some vessel and getting her attention. For that ghost could do anything but swim. And there the spirit of that French Huguenot has been standing from that day to this, one hundred and ninety-four years, stirring up the ocean and the wind and brewing a great gale that never stops, in the hopes of getting off the island. And they do say as on dark and blustering nights you can hear that Huguenot moaning and wailing amid the wind and storm, and see his anxious, ashy face glaring through the gale when the lightning brightens up the dark sky. But being a French Huguenot, nobody pays any attention to him, least wise those as comes from France, for the French king says that as he and his crazy band wanted to own a land and have their own kind of religion in it, so now he has one all by his self and he ought to be contented to stay there.”
