some ran up the street calling out a new danger—that
the sea was breaking over the beach, and that all the
place was like to be flooded. Some of the women
were for flitting forthwith and climbing the down;
but Master Ratsey, who was going round with others
to comfort people, soon showed us that the upper part
of the village stood so high, that if the water was
to get thither, there was no knowing if it would not
cover Ridgedown itself. But what with its being
a spring-tide, and the sea breaking clean over the
great outer beach of pebbles—a thing that
had not happened for fifty years—there was
so much water piled up in the lagoon, that it passed
its bounds and flooded all the sea meadows, and even
the lower end of the street. So when day broke,
there was the churchyard flooded, though ’twas
on rising ground, and the church itself standing up
like a steep little island, and the water over the
door-sill of the Why Not?, though Elzevir Block would
not budge, saying he did not care if the sea swept
him away. It was but a nine-hours’ wonder,
for the wind fell very suddenly; the water began to
go back, the sun shone bright, and before noon people
came out to the doors to see the floods and talk over
the storm. Most said that never had been so fierce
a wind, but some of the oldest spoke of one in the
second year of Queen Anne, and would have it as bad
or worse. But whether worse or not, this storm
was a weighty matter enough for me, and turned the
course of my life, as you shall hear.
I have said that the waters came up so high that the
church stood out like an island; but they went back
quickly, and Mr. Glennie was able to hold service
on the next Sunday morning. Few enough folks came
to Moonfleet Church at any time; but fewer still came
that morning, for the meadows between the village
and the churchyard were wet and miry from the water.
There were streamers of seaweed tangled about the very
tombstones, and against the outside of the churchyard
wall was piled up a great bank of it, from which came
a salt rancid smell like a guillemot’s egg that
is always in the air after a south-westerly gale has
strewn the shore with wrack.
This church is as large as any other I have seen,
and divided into two parts with a stone screen across
the middle. Perhaps Moonfleet was once a large
place, and then likely enough there were people to
fill such a church, but never since I knew it did
anyone worship in that part called the nave.
This western portion was quite empty beyond a few old
tombs and a Royal Arms of Queen Anne; the pavement
too was damp and mossy; and there were green patches
down the white walls where the rains had got in.
So the handful of people that came to church were glad
enough to get the other side of the screen in the
chancel, where at least the pew floors were boarded
over, and the panelling of oak-work kept off the draughts.