`` Mr. Coles could n't remember any more of it . But the saddest of all the stories of the Yankee Storm was the one about the Franklin Dexter . The Franklin Dexter went ashore on the Markdale Capes and all on board perished , the Captain and three of his brothers among them . These four young men were the sons of an old man who lived in Portland , Maine , and when he heard what had happened he came right down to the Island to see if he could find their bodies . They had all come ashore and had been buried in Markdale graveyard ; but he was determined to take them up and carry them home for burial . He said he had promised their mother to take her boys home to her and he must do it . So they were taken up and put on board a sailing vessel at Markdale Harbour to be taken back to Maine , while the father himself went home on a passenger steamer . The name of the sailing vessel was the Seth Hall , and the captain 's name was Seth Hall , too . Captain Hall was a dreadfully profane man and used to swear blood-curdling oaths . On the night he sailed out of Markdale Harbour the old sailors warned him that a storm was brewing and that it would catch him if he did not wait until it was over . The captain had become very impatient because of several delays he had already met with , and he was in a furious temper . He swore a wicked oath that he would sail out of Markdale Harbour that night and ` God Almighty Himself should n't catch him . ' He did sail out of the harbour ; and the storm did catch him , and the Seth Hall went down with all hands , the dead and the living finding a watery grave together . So the poor old mother up in Maine never had her boys brought back to her after all . Mr. Coles says it seems as if it were foreordained that they should not rest in a grave , but should lie beneath the waves until the day when the sea gives up its dead . '' '' ` They sleep as well beneath that purple tide As others under turf , ' '' quoted Miss Reade softly . `` I am very thankful , '' she added , `` that I am not one of those whose dear ones ` go down to the sea in ships . ' It seems to me that they have treble their share of this world 's heartache . '' `` Uncle Stephen was a sailor and he was drowned , '' said Felicity , `` and they say it broke Grandmother King 's heart . I do n't see why people ca n't be contented on dry land . ''
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