J. Macdonald Oxley, The Wreckers of Sable Island
“ The poor passengers hastened to gather their most precious possessions into little bundles, and to prepare themselves for the approaching struggle with death. The night wore slowly on, the sturdy brig straining and groaning as the billows made a plaything of her, tossing her to and fro as though she was no heavier than a chip, while the fierce storm shrieked through the rigging in apparent glee at having so rich a prize for the wreckers of Sable Island. ”
