Margaret Ellen Henry-Ruffin, The North Star (1904)
“ Though the wind had a giant’s force, the candles never flickered. Then the bishop scattered the blessed water over the raging tide. All about the ‘Crane’ the waves lay down as if asleep; and the wind grew faint and hushed as a sweet zephyr of the summer. Beyond the ‘Crane’ the storm roared and the sea rose up like a lofty mountain of water and the heavens were black. ”
