From the time he was a child, Amos knew things that no one else did. He always knew when something was going to happen but couldn’t say exactly what it was. Unmarried, he lived alone and, apart from weekly Sunday dinners with the family, he kept to himself. This preference for being alone caused many people to think he was a little strange.
“Described as being closely in touch with his surroundings, Amos could sense when change was coming, especially something bad. He just had this uncanny ability to pick up on things. These days he would be called a psychic but back then people were more suspicious and thought he had contact with the spirit world.
On that night, he had apparently been very agitated, sure that something bad was coming, but since he didn’t know what it was, he could do nothing about it. That evening, the fog had rolled in thicker than ever, so dense that one could almost feel it. The ship he’d been watching for was one on which his youngest brother was a crew member. Amos had become very protective of his family since their father had passed several years before, especially this youngest family member who was 15 younger than himself.” She paused for a sip of tea.
“When Amos had gone to watch for his brother’s ship, he carried a lantern, hoping that if someone on the ship saw it, they would realize they were too close to land. Thankfully, his brother’s ship was behind schedule due to shipping delays and had then decided to wait out a storm. But a ship had been wrecked, an entire crew lost, and Amos knew something had to be done to prevent other such losses in the future.
That was when Amos realized they needed one of those lighthouses he had read about. For the next few years, he quietly mentioned it every chance he got, to anyone who would listen. Finally, others began to pay attention to what he was saying and a committee was set up to look into it. When the place was ready for service, Amos applied for the job and got it. No one else was willing to live out there alone in the primitive conditions existing at that time.
He was so dedicated to his job that he would only go to town for supplies on a sunny day. He literally died at his post. Several nights later, someone said they had seen a light in the fog. Then there were more reports of lights. In 1909, more people believed in spirits and ghosts and one suggestion gave birth to a legend. As others started saying the same thing, it soon became a Spirit Light.
It reached a point where people would go inside when the fog started rolling in, closing all doors and windows, as if there was some evil presence in the fog. Window curtains were closed and blinds pulled down. Realistically, what they saw could have been a dim light in someone’s window or someone carrying a lantern to find their way home in the fog.” Glory raised the cup to her lips again.
