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"Crooken Sands Collected Works Of Bram Stoker" by Bram Stoker. an excerpt from the beginning Mr. Arthur Fernlee Markam who took what was known as the Red House above the Mains of Crooken was a London merchant and being essentially a cockney thought it necessary when he went for the summer holidays to Scotland to provide an entire rig-out as a Highland chieftain as manifested in chromolithographs a... More

"Crooken Sands Collected Works Of Bram Stoker" by Bram Stoker. an excerpt from the beginning Mr. Arthur Fernlee Markam who took what was known as the Red House above the Mains of Crooken was a London merchant and being essentially a cockney thought it necessary when he went for the summer holidays to Scotland to provide an entire rig-out as a Highland chieftain as manifested in chromolithographs and on the music-hall stage. He had once seen in the Empire the Great Prince-- The Bounder King --bring down the house by appearing as The MacSlogan of that Ilk and singing the celebrated Scotch song. There s naething like haggis to mak a mon dry and he had ever since preserved in his mind a faithful image of the picturesque and warlike appearance which he presented. Indeed if the true inwardness of Mr. Markam s mind on the subject of his selection of Aberdeenshire as a summer resort were known it would be found that in the foreground of the holiday locality which his fancy painted stalked the many hued figure of the MacSlogan of that Ilk. However be this as it may a very kind fortune--certainly so far as external beauty was concerned--led him to the choice of Crooken Bay. It is a lovely spot between Aberdeen and Peterhead just under the rock-bound headland whence the long dangerous reefs known as The Spurs run out into the North Sea. Between this and the Mains of Crooken --a village sheltered by the northern cliffs--lies the deep bay backed with a multitude of bent-grown dunes where the rabbits are to be found in thousands. Thus at either end of the bay is a rocky promontory and when the dawn or the sunset falls on the rocks of red syenite the effect is very lovely. The bay itself is floored with level sand and the tide runs far out leaving a smooth waste of hard sand on which are dotted here and there the stake nets and bag nets of the salmon fishers. At one end of the bay there is a little group or cluster of rocks whose heads are raised something above high water except when in rough weather the waves come over them green. At low tide they are exposed down to sand level and here is perhaps the only little bit of dangerous sand on this part of the eastern coast. Between the rocks which are apart about some fifty feet is a small quicksand which like the Goodwins is dangerous only with the incoming tide. It extends outwards till it is lost in the sea and inwards till it fades away in the hard sand of the upper beach. On the slope of the hill which rises beyond the dunes midway between the Spurs and the Port of Crooken is the Red House. It rises from the midst of a clump of fir-trees which protect it on three sides leaving the whole sea front open. A trim old-fashioned garden stretches down to the roadway on crossing which a grassy path which can be used for light vehicles threads a way to the shore winding amongst the sand hills.

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