Presently a light breeze sprang up, rolling the fog before it, and then dying away, leaving the lighthouse enshrouded…. The two great fog-bells of the lighthouse were therefore set agoing, and they rang out their slow deep-toned peal all that day and all that night… – R.M. Ballantyne, The Lighthouse: Being the Story of a Great Fight Between Man an

Lobsters were tossed up to the men by friendly fishermen. Beer was handed up as well and kept cold in the freshwater tanks in the lighthouse. If the Coast Guard ship Sassafras was sighted heading in with an inspector on board, the brew was hidden in the rocks… – Elinor DeWire, Lighthouses of the Mid-Atlantic Coast

She is like a revolving light-house—pitch darkness alternating with a dazzling brilliancy. – Henry James, “Washington Square,” 1880 [Doctor Sloper. —tεᖇ&#55