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Show FURDY TIDES MAKE VORTEXES THAT GIVE UP FEW VICTIMS , 8b Whirlpool Swallows Everything Within Its Reach In Mighty Unescapable Gulps. Washington. The famous tidal currents of the Bay of Fundy create cre-ate few stranger phenomena than are to be found In the whirlpools that lie between the southerly tip of Deer island, N. B., and Eastport, Maine. These mighty vortexes are formed on the flood or Incoming tide by the converging of two powerful pow-erful currents. One moves up the main channel past Campobello Island, turning near Eastport and flowing onward into St. Andrew's bay and the St. Croix river. The other rushes in through Indian river, as the passage pas-sage between Indian island and Deer island is known. Near Deer Island Point the swift-moving waters pour over a shoal Into an immense chasm on the bottom of the sen. Coast and geodetic survey chart 801 gives the depth of the shoals as 36 and 42 feet, while all around are depths of from 300 to 400 feet. This unusual un-usual topography of the sea's floor produces a series of unruly whirlpools. whirl-pools. At full tide these are particularly particu-larly wonderful to behold. They twist and bore! seethe and boil. Rafts of kelp, devil's apron, or odds and ends of driftwood nnd miscellaneous miscel-laneous flotsam and jetsam are swallowed in mighty and tines-capable tines-capable gulps. Beautiful majestic majes-tic merciless ! One whirl, the "Old Sow," is feared even by the fishermen. It has an estimated depth of from 50 to 100 feet, although no person knows absolutely how far below the surface its gargantuan gyrations extend. "Old Sow" reverses that aphorism to the effect that what goes up must come down, except thnt here, the fishermen assert, what goes down does not necessarily neces-sarily come up. Or If It does, it may be In unrecognizable form. Many years ago this vortex claimed as Its victims a staunch little Deer Island fishing schooner and the three men aboard. The vessel was returning from a salt-fish salt-fish trip. The whirl swallowed the luckless schooner In one ravening gulp. The men were drowned almost in sight of their homes. |