corsairs and she alone was spared to become the wife of the pirate 
     
     captain. She refused, and he swore-she should never reach Quebec. 
     
     When he knew her story he threatened he would sail past Percé; 
     
     and in sight of her lover she should be put to death. 
     
    

    
     This preyed on her mind to such an extent that at last, when 
     
     they drew near the place that was to have been the scene of her 
     
     happiness. she jumped overboardflthe Vigilance of her watchers 
     
     for a moment relaxed. She sank, and all attempts to rescue were 
     
     vain. As they were cruising about and searching the water, the 
     
     lookout discovered what appeared to be a woman rising from the 
     
     water with dripping garments. It was nearing sunset and the 
     
     vessel gradually drew near the rock, lured by the figure. It was 
     
     soon discovered that the ship was slowly sinking, and orders were 
     
     given to wear away from the haunted spot. In vain the crew tried 
     
     to obey. It was hopeless; for the ship was turning to stone, her masts 
     
     had become pillars of iron, her sails—slate. 
     
    

    
     Rapidly sinking she drew near to the Percé Rock, and before the 
     
     pirates could jump over to swim ashore, they were turned to stone. 
     
     The doomed ship immediately struck the rock and became part of 
     
     it. Yonder point is said to have been the vessel’s bowspr-it, there 
     
     was the foremast, here the stern. Once clearly visible, they are now 
     
     worn down by wind and wave so that they appear to be an integral 
     
     part of the rock itself; but although the ship’s identity is lost, the 
     
     wraith of the poor Breton maid lingers ever near the spot. Those 
     
     living near believe she will depart and be at rest when the last 
     
     vestige of the pirate ship shall have vanished. 
     
    

    
     It is said that sunset is the time to see the ghostly presence, 
     
     and so well is this believed that no fisherman dares to dr0p a line 
     
     near the spot when the evening sun dips low. 
     
    

    
     Some ten miles south-west of Percé is Cape Despair, near 
     
     which Queen Anne's gFSQE fl‘ét‘t 
     
     under Admiral Walker met grave 
     
     disaster in the great storm that 
     
     scattered and almost destroyed it. 
     
     Eight large vessels were wrecked, 
     
     and the bodies of several thousand 
     
     men were strewn along this shore 
     
     and on that of Egg Island. Frag- 
     
     ments of the wrecks were to be 
     
     seen along the coast until quite 
     
     recently. Here the “F lying Dutch- 
     
    
   
   
    
       
     
    
   
   
    
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