WHOSE GENIUS FOR THINGS HISTORICAL INSPIRED
ME WITH A DESIRE TO CONTRIBUTE SOME REMINISCENCES
OF A STRANGE TRAFFIC THROUGH A BELEAGURED
CITY TO THE HISTORY OF THE LOWER CAPE FEAR.
"Some night to the lee of the land I shall steal,
(Heigh-ho to be home from the sea!)
No pilot but Death at the rudderless wheel,
(None knoweth the harbor as he!)
To lie where the slow tide creeps hither and fro
And the shifting sand laps me around, for I know
That my gallant old crew are in Port long ago--
Forever at peace with the sea!"
_The Song of the Derelict._
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae.