NORTH SHORE BREEZE 
The Sorcerous Skipper of 
Marblehead 
BY J.S. ENGLISH. 
In Marblehead town, long ‘fore our time, 
Mala our grandfathers fished and sailed the 
rine, 
There lived in a cabin close by the sea 
A quaint old skipper, right queer was he. 
John Dimond, that was the skipper’s name, 
A powerful man of massive frame. 
He sailed a smack of Marblehead men 
And captured a crew of one score and ten. 
Away to the east, toward Newfoundland’s 
banks 
With a Marblehead crew of fishing “ Yanks ” 
He paid his men and he wanted their hire, 
And Lord! how he hated a thief or a liar! 
The guilty never could look in his eye, 
And many a culprit would waver and cry 
If it happened, as frequently did perchance, 
He met the gaze of the Captain’s glance. 
At night, so I’ve heard my Grandad say, 
He’d sit in his cabin alone, and play 
At dominoes and talk with a sprite; 
While his crew would shiver below with 
fright. 
And he’d steer his ship over rock and bar, 
And she’d ride it through without shaking a 
spar ; 
And once when the sea was frothy white, 
And the storm came down as black as night; 
fend the wind a hundred knots did blow, 
He steered his course toward Norman’s 
Woe; 
And thus ’tis said, right safely through 
He landed in port with a spirit crew. 
And again, when the crew got drinking rum, 
And the mate and all were overcome ; 
A school of mackerel passed the ship, 
The Skipper jumped with a cry on his lips! 
“ Red Cap, off and lay the net! 
Up with your men, we’ll have them yet!” 
And then by George! as I’m alive, 
Up sprang a crew of twenty-five 
Spirit fishermen dressed in red, 
And a cap of the same on each man’s head. 
They fag the boats and worked with a 
will, 
And every barrel on board did fill. 
And when the men awoke in the morn, 
The decks all clean, and the red crew gone, 
Sails all set and homeward bound, 
The Captain had steered the craft around. 
In the brig at home with his wife and child, 
He sat and smoked, while the good wife 
smiled 
At the babe as she played and toyed with 
her doll, x 
A bright eyed lass was little Moll. 
When a storm arose with the fleet on the 
deep 
And the Marblehead dames had troubled 
sleep; 
When darkness and rain a body would 
thrill, 
See Dimond climbed the old burying 
hill ; 
And wending his way ‘mong stumps and’* 
stones, 
He practiced his art mid dead mens’ bones. 
“ Red Cap, Blue Cap, Brown Cap, thrice!” 
And out from the storm like scampering 
mice, 
And over a fire and a boiling pot, 
His faithful friends would huddle and squat. 
Then the Skipper spoke in a thundering 
voice, 
And dispatched each spirit, according to 
choice, 
North to the banks of Newfoundland, 
And away to the south went the hurrying 
band. 
Thus many a captain guided to shore, 
Gave thanks at the sorcerous Skipper’s 
door. 
Yes, Skipper Dimond loved the sea, 
But he practiced only good witchery. 
Thus he lived for many a day, 
In the quaint old brig near Marblehead bay ; 
And when his soul did life depart, 
His daughter Moll took up the art. 
But her spirits no longer watched o’er the 
sea, 
They roamed the land, careless and free. 
And later, accused as a witch of sin, 
Moll Pitcher moved to the town of Lynn. 
Here the Essex belles at night would come, 
And stealthily steal toward the witch’s 
home; 
Then silently stirring her spirit’s potion, 
She’d give to each maid a lover’s lotion. 
Then home-ward bound with a witch’s glass, 
Prepared for her lover whene’er he’d pass. 
And many a bad and unruly child, 
The witch’s charm made kind and mild; 
And often the heart of a wandering son, 
By the spirit’s power was homeward won. 
Averting sickness, trouble and strife, 
Was the stock in trade for the fisherman’s 
wife. 
Hatred for none; love for all 
Was the spell as cast by Marblehead Moll. 
The Moll Pitcher brig stands to this day, 
At the top of the hill, near Marblehead bay ; 
And seamen say on a stormy night, 
On the graveyard hill there shines a light 
Which flashes and guides the ships at sea 
To a mariner’s port of safety. 
DR. GELZHOYas 
Dentist, 
Announces to his Manchester patrons that 
he will be at his office, at 6 Union Street, 
daily, from 9 to 5 o’clock. Telephone 148-3. 
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Grand Opening of 
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We make a special feature of 
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