_9 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 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. This cargo was consigned to a Whitby solicitor, Mr. S. F. Billington, of 7, The Crescent, who this morning went aboard and formally took possession of the goods consigned to him. The Russian consul, too, acting for the charter-party, took formal possession of the ship, and paid all harbour dues, etc. Nothing is talked about here to-day except the strange coincidence; the officials of the Board of Trade have been most exacting in seeing that every compliance has been made with existing regulations. As the matter is to be a “nine days’ wonder,” they are evidently determined that there shall be no cause of after complaint. A good deal of interest was abroad concerning the dog which landed when the ship struck, and more than a few of the members of the S. P. C. A., which is very strong in Whitby, have tried to befriend the animal. To the general disappointment, however, it was not to be found; it seems to have disappeared entirely from the town. It may be that it was frightened and made its way on to the moors, where it is still hiding in terror. There are some who look with dread on such a possibility, lest later on it should in itself become a danger, for it is evidently a fierce brute. Early this morning a large dog, a half-bred mastiff belonging to a coal merchant close to Tate Hill Pier, was found dead in the roadway opposite to its master’s yard. It had been fighting, and manifestly had had a savage opponent, for its throat was torn away, and its belly was slit open as if with a savage claw.
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_Later._--By the kindness of the Board of Trade inspector,I have been permitted to look over the log-book of the _Demeter_,which was in order up to within three days,but contained nothing of special interest except as to facts of missing men.The greatest interest, however,is with regard to the paper found in the bottle,which was to-day produced at the inquest;and a more strange narrative than the two between them unfold it has not been my lot to come across. As there is no motive for concealment, I am permitted to use them, and accordingly send you a rescript, simply omitting technical details of seamanship and supercargo. It almost seems as though the captain had been seized with some kind of mania before he had got well into blue water, and that this had developed persistently throughout the voyage. Of course my statement must be taken _cum grano_, since I am writing from the dictation of a clerk of the Russian consul, who kindly translated for me, time being short.
LOG OF THE “DEMETER.”
_Varna to Whitby._
_Written 18 July, things so strange happening,that I shall keep accurate note henceforth till we land._
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On 6 July we finished taking in cargo,silver sand and boxes of earth. At noon set sail.East wind, fresh. Crew, five hands ... two mates, cook,and myself (captain).
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On 11 July at dawn entered Bosphorus.Boarded by Turkish Customs officers. Backsheesh.All correct. Under way at 4 p. m.
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On 12 July through Dardanelles.More Customs officers and flagboat of guarding squadron.Backsheesh again. Work of officers thorough, but quick.Want us off soon. At dark passed into Archipelago.
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On 13 July passed Cape Matapan.Crew dissatisfied about something. Seemed scared,but would not speak out.
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On 14 July was somewhat anxious about crew.Men all steady fellows, who sailed with me before.Mate could not make out what was wrong;they only told him there was _something_,and crossed themselves.Mate lost temper with one of them that day and struck him.Expected fierce quarrel, but all was quiet.
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On 16 July mate reported in the morning that one of crew,Petrofsky, was missing. Could not account for it.Took larboard watch eight bells last night;was relieved by Abramoff, but did not go to bunk.Men more downcast than ever.All said they expected something of the kind,but would not say more than there was _something_ aboard.Mate getting very impatient with them;feared some trouble ahead.
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On 17 July, yesterday, one of the men, Olgaren,came to my cabin, and in an awestruck way confided to me that he thought there was a strange man aboard the ship. He said that in his watch he had been sheltering behind the deck-house, as there was a rain-storm, when he saw a tall, thin man, who was not like any of the crew, come up the companion-way, and go along the deck forward, and disappear. He followed cautiously, but when he got to bows found no one, and the hatchways were all closed. He was in a panic of superstitious fear, and I am afraid the panic may spread. To allay it, I shall to-day search entire ship carefully from stem to stern.
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Later in the day I got together the whole crew,and told them, as they evidently thought there was some one in the ship,we would search from stem to stern. First mate angry;said it was folly, and to yield to such foolish ideas would demoralise the men;said he would engage to keep them out of trouble with a handspike.I let him take the helm,while the rest began thorough search,all keeping abreast, with lanterns:we left no corner unsearched.As there were only the big wooden boxes,there were no odd corners where a man could hide.Men much relieved when search over,and went back to work cheerfully. First mate scowled, but said nothing.
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_22 July_.--Rough weather last three days,and all hands busy with sails--no time to be frightened.Men seem to have forgotten their dread.Mate cheerful again, and all on good terms.Praised men for work in bad weather.Passed Gibralter and out through Straits. All well.
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_24 July_.--There seems some doom over this ship.Already a hand short,and entering on the Bay of Biscay with wild weather ahead,and yet last night another man lost--disappeared.Like the first, he came off his watch and was not seen again.Men all in a panic of fear; sent a round robin,asking to have double watch, as they fear to be alone.Mate angry. Fear there will be some trouble,as either he or the men will do some violence.
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_28 July_.--Four days in hell,knocking about in a sort of maelstrom,and the wind a tempest. No sleep for any one.Men all worn out. Hardly know how to set a watch,since no one fit to go on.Second mate volunteered to steer and watch,and let men snatch a few hours’ sleep. Wind abating;seas still terrific, but feel them less,as ship is steadier.
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_29 July_.--Another tragedy. Had single watch to-night,as crew too tired to double.When morning watch came on deck could find no one except steersman.Raised outcry, and all came on deck. Thorough search,but no one found. Are now without second mate,and crew in a panic.Mate and I agreed to go armed henceforth and wait for any sign of cause.
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_30 July_.--Last night. Rejoiced we are nearing England.Weather fine, all sails set. Retired worn out;slept soundly; awaked by mate telling me that both man of watch and steersman missing. Only self and mate and two hands left to work ship.
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