es of the tempest.

Next morning the winds had gone out with the tide, and when in the
afternoon the calm waters had risen, a boat put off from Hall's Harbor
and rowed to the Isle of Haut. For several hours the rocky shores were
searched for some traces of the wreck, but not a spar or splinter could
be found. All about the bright waters laughed, with naught but the
sunbeams on their bosom, and not a shadow remained from last night's
sorrow on the sea.

So Mogul Mackenzie, who had lived a life of stress, passed out on the
wings of storm. In his end, as always, he baffled pursuit, and was
sought but could not be found. His sailings on the sea were in secret,
and his last port in death was a mystery. But, as has been already
related, when the Northern Lights come down across the haunted island,
the distress signals of his pirate crew are still seen shooting up into
the night.

FOOTNOTES:

[27] From _Blackwood's Magazine_.

THE LAST OF THE SEA-ROVERS

The Riff Coast Pirates[28]

W. B. LORD

O nay, O nay, then said our King,
O nay, this must not be,
To yield to such a rover
Myself will not agree;
He hath deceived the Frenchman,
Likewise the King of Spain,
And how can he be true to me,
That hath been false to twain?

OLD SEA SONG OF THE YEAR 1620.

Probably by this time the greater part of the piratical craft along the
Riff coast has been destroyed, and the long-promised Moorish gunboat
stationed there to protect foreign shipping.[29] These steps have
doubtless been hastened by the fact that the pirates, unfortunately for
themselves, attacked a vessel some little time ago belonging to the
Sultan of Morocco. For years past the Governments of several European
Powers have sought to put friendly pressure upon the Sultan of Morocco
to effectually stop the depredations of the Riffian coast pirates. No
strong measures, however, were really taken until the above episode
occurred. It is said that in early days the Moors were some time in
accustoming themselves to the perils of the deep. At first they
marvelled greatly at "those that go down to the sea in ships, and have
their business in great waters," but they did not hasten to follow their
example. One eminent ruler of ancient times, in that region, when asked
what the sea was like, replied, "The sea is a huge beast which silly
folk ride like worms on logs." But it afterwards became clear that the
Mo