Already the sudden storm is passing, and its fierceness is abating; crowds are scattering homeward, and the sky is beginning to redden over the Yorkshire wolds. I shall send, in time for your next issue, further details of the derelict ship which found her way so miraculously into harbour in the storm.

August. The sequel to the strange arrival of the derelict in the storm last night is almost more startling than the thing itself. It turns out that the schooner is a Russian from the port of Varna, and is called the Demeter. She is almost entirely in ballast of silver sand, with only a small amount of cargo - a number of great wooden boxes filled with mould.

The Russian consul took formal possession of the ship, and paid all harbour dues. There was a good deal of interest about the dog which landed when the ship struck, and more than a few of the members of the SPCA, which is very strong in Whitby, have tried to befriend the animal. To general disappointment, however, it was not to be found. It seems to have disappeared entirely from the town.

Vocabulary:

Abate: Become less
Scatter: To break up into different directions
Wold: Fields with low hills
Sequel: The nest part of a story
Startling: Surprising
Schooner: A type of sailing ship
In ballast: Weight used to balance an otherwise empty ship
Mould: The stuff that grows on rotten fruit and vegetables
Consul: Someone who represents his country diplomatically
Formal: Officially
Dues: A sort of tax
SPCA: Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals