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THE FLYING DUTCHMAN
 ONCE upon a time, a Dutch ship set sail from the East Indies
to return to Holland. The Dutch had rich lands in the East
Indies and many a poor lad went out from Holland before the
mast and landed at Java, it may be, and there settled
himself and grew rich.
Such an one was a certain Diedrich, who had no father or
mother living, and was left to shift for himself. And when
he came to Java he was bound out to a rich planter; but
he worked so hard and was so faithful that it was not long
before he was free and his own master. Little by
little he saved his money, and as he was very careful it
was not many years before he was very rich indeed.
Now all these years Diedrich had never forgotten what a
hard time he had had when he was a boy; and at last, when
he was a man grown and had his large fortune, he resolved
to carry out a plan which he had made. He sold his lands
and houses, which he owned in Java, and all his goods, and
took the money he
 received in bags aboard a ship which was to return to
He was the only passenger on board, but he was a friendly
man, and soon he was on good terms with the captain and all
the crew. One day, as the ship drew near the Cape of Good
Hope, Diedrich was sitting by the captain, and they each
fell to talking about their early life.
"And what," said Diedrich to the captain, "do you mean to do
when you make a few more voyages, and have saved up money
enough not to need to go to sea any more?"
"I know well," said the captain, as he pulled away at his
pipe. "There is a little house I know by a canal just
outside of Amsterdam. I mean to buy that house; and I will
have a summer-house in the garden, and there I will sit all
day long smoking my pipe, while my wife sits by my side
and knits, and the children play in the garden."
"Then you have children?"
"That I have," said the captain, and he went on to name
them, and to tell how old each one was, and how bright
they all were. It was good to hear him, for he was a
simple man, and cared for nothing so much as his wife and
"And what," at last the captain said to Diedrich,—"what
shall you do?"
 "Ah, I have no wife or children, and there is no one in all
Holland who will be glad to see me come home." Then he told
of what a hard time he had when he was a youngster, and at
last, as the darkness grew deeper, and he sat there alone
with the captain, he suddenly told him his great plan.
"I have made a great deal of money," said he, "which you
know I am carrying home with me. I will tell you what I am
going to do with it. There are a great many poor children
in Amsterdam who have no home. I am going to build a
great house and live in it, and I am going to have the
biggest family of any one in Amsterdam. I shall take the
poorest and the most miserable children in Amsterdam, and
they shall be my sons and daughters."
"And you shall bring them out to my house," said the
captain, "and your children and mine shall play together."
So they talked and talked, until at last it was very late,
and they went to their cabins for the night.
Now, while they were talking, the man at the wheel listened;
and, as he heard of the bags of gold that Diedrich was
carrying home, his evil heart began to covet the gold. As he
steered the ship, and after his turn was over, he thought
 and thought how he could get that gold. He knew it
would be impossible for him alone to seize it, and so he
whispered about it to one and another of the sailors.
The crew had been got together hastily. There was not one
Dutchman among them, and there was not one of the crew who
had not committed some crime. They were wicked men, and,
when the sailor told them of the gold that was on board,
they were ready for anything.
The ship drew nearer the Cape of Good Hope, and the captain
walked the deck with Diedrich, and they both talked of the
Holland to which they were going, when suddenly they were
seized from behind and tightly bound. At the same instant
the officers of the ship, the mate and the second mate, were
seized, and now the ship was in the hands of the mutinous
These wicked men made short work. They threw the captain and
Diedrich and the two mates, each bound hand and foot, into
the sea. "Dead men tell no tales," said the man at the
wheel. Then they sailed for the nearest port. But as they
sailed a horrible plague broke out on board. It was a plague
which made the men crave water for their burning throats,
and, as they fought to get at the water-casks, they spilled
all the water they had.
 There they were, in the midst of the salt sea, which only to
look at made them wild with thirst. Though they feared what
might befall them if they made for the land, they could not
stand the raging thirst, and they steered for the nearest
But when they came into the port, the people saw they had
the plague, and they refused to let them land.
"We have great store of gold," the crew cried with
their parched mouths. "Only give us water!"
But the people drove them away. It was the same when they
went to the next port, and the next. They turned back, away
from their homeward voyage, to the ports of the East.
Then a great storm arose and they were driven far out to
sea, and when the gale died down they steered again for the
land. And when they drew near once more, another gale sprang
up, and they were driven hither and thither. And once more
they were swept far away from the shore.
That was years and years ago. But when ships make the Cape of
Good Hope, and are rounding it, through the fog and mist and
darkness of the night they see a ghostly ship sailing,
sailing, never reaching land, always beating up
 against the wind. Its sails are torn, the masts are
bleached, and there are pale figures moving about on deck.
Then the sailors whisper to each other:—
"Look! there is the Flying Dutchman!"