6 WHEN I GO HOME. When I go home—a simple speJl, These Words, to cheer a toilsome way! I.lk* some faint, sweet and far-off bell, 1 hear their echoes day by day. Borne dear, far time when I shall bid to faces strange and cold. And turn my feet to paths of old, In distant homeland valleys hid. Wh<*n I fro home dear loving eyes Wil l aniile a welcome into mine, t>ear voices ring with glad surprise, And mother arms around me twine. True hearts will hail me hack once more To share the old-time peace and rest. And hopes and dreamlngs, long represt. Will bud and blossom as of yore. When I go home my pinfs will moan A plaintive greeting on the hills, And there will ring a welcoming tone In every croon of meadow rills: And from Its rocky shore the sea Will send the murmur, vast and deep, That lulled my childish eyes to sleep With echoings from eternity. When I go home the glens of fir Will whisper o'er me as of old. And wheaten meadows, all astir, W 111 gleam again with harvest gold. The fields I loved, the hills I trod, Will call In mother's tongue to me. And our renewed fraternity Will draw me near to truth and God. —1... M. Montgomery, In Congregational ism fwitCßT'LOUtS^Tlv^n. PART VI. CHAPTER XXXII. TUB: TREASURE HUXT—THE VOICE AMONG THE TREES. Partly from the damping influence of this alarm, partly to rest Silver and the sick folk, the whole party sat down «.ti soon as they had gained the brow of the ascent. The plateau being somewhat tilted toward the west, this spot on which we had paused commanded a wide pros pect on either hand. Before us, over the tree-tops, we beheld the Cape of the Woods fringed with surf; behind, we not only looked down upon the anchor age and Skeleton island, but saw —clear across the spit and the eastern low lands—a great field of open sea upon the east. Sheer above us rose the Spy glass, here dot ted with single pines, there black with precipices. There was no sound but that of the distant breakers, mounting from all round, and the chirp of countless insects in the brush. N®t a man, not a sail upon the sea; the very largeness of the view increased the ®ense of solitude. Silver, as lie sat, took certain bear Ings with his compass. "There are three 'tall trees,'" said he, "about in the right line from Skele ton island. 'Spy-glass shoulder,' I take It, means that lower p'int there. It's child's piny to find the stuff now. I've half a mind to dine first." "1 don't feel sharp," growled Morgan. "Tbirikin' o' Flint—l think it were—'as done me." "Ah, well, my son, you praise your ptars he's dead," said Silver. "lie was an ugly devil," cried a third pirate, with a shudder; "that blue in the face, too!" "That was how the rum took him," added Merry. "Blue! well, 1 reckon he was blue. That's a true word." Ever since they had found the skele ton and got upon this train of thought they had spoken lower and lower, and they had almost got to whispering by now, so that the sound of their talk hardly interrupted the silence of the wood. All of a sudden, out of the mid dle of the trees in front of us, a thin, high, trembling voice struck up the well-known air and words: "Fifteen men on the dead man's chest— Yo-ho-ho, and a bottle of rum!" 1 never have seen men more dreadful ly affected than the pirates. The color went from their six faces like enchant ment; some leaped to their feet, some clawed hold of others; Morgan groveled on the ground. "It's Flint, by —!" cried Merry. The song had stopped as suddenly as it began—broken off, you would have said, in the middle of a note, as though come one bad laid his hand upon the singer's mouth. Coming so far through the clear, sunny atmosphere among the green tree-tops, I thought it had sound ed airily and sweetly, and tlie effect on my companions was the stranger. "Come," said Silver, struggling with his ashen lips to get the word out, "that won't do. Stand by togo about. This Is a rum start, and I can't name the voice, but it's some one skylarking— Gonte one that's flesh and blood, aud you may lay to that." IJis courage bad come back as he spoke, and some of the eo'or to his face along with it. Already the others had begun to lend an ear to this encourage ment, and were coming a little to them selves, when the same voice broke out again—not this time singing, but in a faint, distant hail, that echoed yet fainter among the clefts of the Spy glass. "Darby M'Graw," it wailed—for that Is the word that best describes the eound "Darby M'Graw! Darby M'Graw!" again and again and again, stud then rising a little higher, and with an oath that 1 leave out: "Fetch aft the rum. Darby!" The buccaneers remained rooted to the ground, their eyes starting from their heads. Long after the voice had dieii away they still stared in silence, dreadfully, before them. "That fixes it!" gasped one. "Let's go." "They was his last words," moaned Morgan; "his last words above-board." Dick had his liibio out and was pray ing volubly, lie had been well brought up, had Dick, before be came to sea and fell among bad companions. Still, Silver was unconquered. I could hear his teeth nettle in bis head; but he had not yet surrendered. "Nobody in tliis here island ever heard of Darby." he muttered; "not one but us that's here." And then, making a great effort: "Shipmates," he cried, "I'm here to pet that stuff, and I'll not he beat by man nor devil. I never was feared of Flint in his life, and, by the powers, I'll face him dead. There's £700,000 not a quarter of a mile from here. When did ever a gentleman n' fortune show his stern to that much dollars, for a boozy old seaman with a blue mug—and him dead, too?" Isnt there was no sign of reawakening courage in his followers; rather, in deed, of growing terror at the irrever ence of his words. "Ilelay there, John!" said Merry. "Don't you cross a sporrit." And the rest were all too terrified to reply. They would have run away severally had they dared, but fear kept them together, and kept them close by John, as if his daring helped them, lie, on his part, had pretty well fought his weakness down. "Sperrit? Well, maybe," he said. "But there's one thing not clear to me. There was an echo. Now, no man ever seen a sperrit with a shadow; well, then, what's he doing with an echo to him. I should like to know? That ain't in natur', surely?" This argument seemed weak enough to trie. But you can never tell whatwill affect the superstitious, and, to my wonder, George Merry w as greatly re lieved. "Well, that's so," he said. "You've a head upon your shoulders, John, and no mistake. 'Bout ship, mates! This here crew is on the wrong tack. I do be lieve. And come to think on it, it was like Flint's voice, I grant you, but not just so clear away like it, after all. It was liker somebody else's voice now— it was like —" "By the powers, Ben Giinn!" roared Silver. "Ay, and so it were," cried Morgan, springing on his knees. "Ben Gunn it were!" "It don't make much odds, do it, now?" asked Dick. "Ben Gunn's not here in the body, any more'n Flint." But the older hands greeted this re mark with scorn. "Why, nobody minds Ben Gunn," cried Merry; "dead or alive, nobody minds him." It was extraordinary how their spir its had returned, and how the natural color had revived in their faces. Soon they were chatting together, with inr tervals of listening; and not long after, hearing no further sound, they shoul dered the tools and set forth again, Merry walking first with Silver's com pass to keep them on the right line with Skeleton island. He had said the truth; dead or alive, nobody minded Ben Gunn. Dick alone still held his Bible, and looked around him as he went, with fearful glances; but he found no sjm pathy, and Silver even joked him on his precautions. "I told you," said he —"I told you, you had sp'iled your Bible. If it ain't no good to swear by, what do you suppose a sperrit would give for it? Not that!" and he snapped his big fingers, halting a moment on his crutch. But Dick was not to be comforted; indeed, it was soon plain to me that the lad was falling sick; hastened by heat, exhaustion, and the shock of his alarm, the fever, predicted by Dr. Live sey, was evidently growing swiftly higher. It was fine open walking here, upon the summit; our way lay a little down hill, for, as I have said, the plateau tilted toward the west. The pines, great and small, grew wide apart: and even between the clumps of nutmeg and azalea, wide open spaces baked in the hot sun-shine. Striking, as we did, pretty near northwest across the island, we drew, on the one hand, ever nearer under the shoulders of the Spy glass, and on the other, looked ever wider over that western bay where I had once tossed and trembled in the coracle. The first of the tall trees w as reached, and by the bearing, proved the wrong one. So with the second. The third rose nearly 200 feet into the air above a clump of underwood 1 ; a giant of a veg etable, with a red column as big as a cottage, and a wide shadow around in which a company could have man euvered. It was conspicuous far to sea both on the east and west, and might have been entered as a sailing mark upon the chart. But it was not its size that now im pressed my companions; it was the knowledge that £700,000 in gold lay somewhere buried below its spread ing shadow. The thought of the money, as they drew nearer, swallowed up their previous terrors. Their eyes burned in their heads; their feet grew speedier and lighter; their whole soul was bound up in that fortune, that whole lifetime of extravagance and pleasure, that lay waiting there for each of them. Silver hobbled, grunting, on his crutch, his nostrils stood out and quiv ered; he cursed like a madman when the flies settled on his hot and shiny countenance; he plucked furiously at the line that held me to him, and, from time to time, turned his eyes upon inn with a deadly look. Certainly he took no pains to hide his thoughts; and cer tainly I read them like print. In the immediate nearness of the gold, all else had been forgotten; his promise and the doctor's warning were both things of the past; and I could not doubt that he hoped to seize upon the treasure, find and board the "His paniola" under cover of night, cut every honest throat about that island, and sail away as he had at first intended, laden with crimes and riches. Shaken as I was with these alarms, < it was hard for me to keep up with the rapid pace of the treasure hunters, j Now and again I tumbled; and it was j then that Silver plucked so roughly at the rope and launched at me his inur- j derous glances. Dick, who had dropped j behind us, and now brought up the | rear, was babbling to himself both ! prayers and curses, as his fever kept rising. This also added to my wretch edness, and, to crown all, I was haunted by the thought of the tragedy that had CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, NOVEMBER i«, 1898 once been acted on that plateau, when that ungodly buccaneer with the blue face —he who had died at Savannah, singing and shouting for drink—had there, with his own hand, cut down I his six accomplices. This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe 1 heard it ringing still. We were now at the margin of the thicket. "Huzza, mates, altogether!' shouted Merry; and the foremost broke into a run. And suddenly, not ten yards further, we beheld them stop. A low cry arose. Silver doubled his pace, digging away with the foot of his crutch like one possessed, and next moment he and I had come also to a dead halt. Before us was a great excavation, not very recent, for the sides had fallen in and grass had sprouted on the bot tom. In tils were the shaft of a pick broken in two and the boards of sev eral packing cases strewn around. On one of these boards I saw, branded with a hot iron, the name "Walrus"—the name of Flint's ship. All was clear to probation. The cache had been found and rifled—the £700,000 were gone! CHAPTER XXXHI. THE FALL OP A CHIEFTAIN. There never was such an overturn in this world. Each of these six men was as though he had been struck. But with Silver the blow passed almost in stantly. Every thought of his soul had been set full-stretch, like a racer, on that money; well, he was brought up in a single second, dead; and he kept his head, found his temper, and changed his plan before the others had had time to realize the disappointment. "Jim," he whispered, "take that, and stand by for trouble." And he passed me a double-barreled pistol. At the same time he began quietly moving northward, and in a few steps had put the hollow between us two and the other five. Then he looked at me and nodded, as much as to say: "Here is a narrow corner," ns, indeed, I thought it was. His looks were now quite friendly; and I was so revolted at these constant changes that I could not forbear whispering: "So you've changed sides again." There was 110 time left for him to answer in. The buccaneers, with oaths and cries, began to leap, one after an other, into the pit, and to d'g with "That man there know it all alouff," acroamed Merry. their fingers, throwing the boards aside as they did so. Morgan found a piece of gold. He held it up with a perfect spout of oaths. It was a two-guinea piece, and it went from hand to hand among them for a quarter of «>. min ute. "Two guineas!" roared Merry, shad ing it at Silver. "That's your £700,000, is it? You're the man for bargain*, ain't you? You're him that never bun gled nothing, you wooden-headed lub ber! " "Dig away, boys," said Silver, with the coolest insolence; "you'll find some pig-nuts, and I shouldn't wonder." "Pig-nuts?" repeated Merry, in a scream. "Mates, do you hear that? I tell you, now, that man there knew it all along. Look in the faee of him, and you'll see it wrote there." "Ah, Merry," remarked Silver, "stand ing for cap'n again? You're a pushing lad, to be sure." But this time everyone was entirely in Merry's favor. They began to scram ble out of the excavation, darting fu rious looks behind them. One thing I observed, which looked well for us; they all got out upon the opposite side from Silver. Well, there we stood, two on one side, five 011 the other, the pit between us, and nobody screwed up high enough to offer the first blow. Silver never moved; lie watched them, very upright on his crutch, and looked as cool as ever 1 saw him. lie was brave, and 110 mis take. At last, Merry seemed to think a speech might help matters. "Mates," says lie, "there's two of them alone there; one's the old cripple that brought us all here and blundered us down to this; the other's that cub that I mean to have the heart of. Now, mates —" He was raising his arm and his voice, and plainly meant to lead a charge. But just then—crack! crack! crack! three musket shots flashed out of the thicket. Merry tumbled head foremost into the excavation; the man with the bandage spun round like teetotum, and fell all his length upon ins side, where he lay dead, but still twitching: and the other three turned and ran lor it with all their might. Before you could wink LongJolun had fired three barrels of a pistol into the Ftruggling Merry; and as the man rolled up his eyes at him in the last agony. "George," said he,"l reckon I settled you." At the same moment the doctor. Gray, and Ben Gunn joined us, with smoking muskets, from among the nutmeg trees. "Forward!" cried the docto'". "Double quid;, ray lads. We must bead 'em off the boats " And we set off at a great pace, some lime* plunging through the bushes to the chest. I tell you, but Silver was anxious to keep up with us. The work that man went through, leaping on hiscrutch till the muscles of his chest were fit to burst, was work no sound man ever equaled; and so thinks the doctor. As it was, he was already 30 yards behind us and on the verge of strangling when we reached the brow of Mie slope. "Doctor," lie hailed, "see there! no hurry!" Sure enough, there was no hurry. In a more open part of the plateau we could see the three survivors still run ning in the same direction as they had started, right for Mizzen-mast Hill. We were already between them and their boats, and so we four sat down to breatihe, while Long John, mopping his face, came slowly up with us. "Thank ye kindly, doctor." says he. "Y'ou came in about the nick, I guess, for me and Hawkins. And so it's you, lien Gunn!" lie added. "Well 1 , you're a nice one, to be sure." "I'm Hen Gunn, I am," replied the maroon, wriggling like an eel in his embarrassment. "And."he added, after a long pause, "how do, Air. Silver! Pret ty well, I thank ye, says you." "Ben, Ben," murmured Silver, "to think as you've done me." The doctor sent hack Gray for one of the pickaxes, deserted, in their flight, by the mutineers; and then, as we pro ceeded leisurely downhill to where the boats were lying, related in a few words what had taken place. It was a story that profoundly interested Silver, and Ben Gunn, the lia'f-idiot maroon, was the hero from beginning to end. Ben, in his long, lomely wanderings about the island, had found the skele ton —it was he that had rifled it; he had found the treasure; he had dug it up (it was the haLf of his pickax that lay broken in the excavation); he had carried it on his back in many weary journeys from the foot of the tail pine to a cave he had an the two-pointed hill at the northeast angle of'the island, and there it had laid stored in safety since two months before the arrival of the "Ilispaniola." [TO HE CONTINUED.} A LITTLE HEROiNE. The Con rnic eon* Act of w Younit Span ish Girl. Baron Lejeune, who played a conspic uous part at the siege of Saragossa dur ing the Peninsular war, narrates in his "Memoirs" a singular story of that ter rible. time, a story that speaks equally well for the chivalry of the soldiers of France and for the courage of a Spanish girl. '1 here had been fearful carnage with in the walls of the unfortunate city; even the convents and monasteries were reeking with evidences of warfare, and the inhabitants of Saragoosa were in a desperate plight. A band of Polish soldiers, belonging to the French army, had been stationed on guard at a certain point, with orders to lire upon any Spaniard who might pass them. Suddenly a girl of about 15 years of age appeared among them. A cry of warning was heard on every side as she approached, but the child seemed not to hear. She only continued to utter one ceaseless and piercing wail: ".Mia madre! mia madre!" as she hurried from one group of dead and wounded Spaniards to another. It soon became evident that she was in search of the body of her mother, and the pale, agonized face of the child, whose filial love'had made her almost insensible to danger, touched the sol diers' hearts with pity. A moment later a despairing cry an nounced that she had found that for which she had risked her life. The Polish guards watched her movements with something like awe as she stooped and tenderly wrapped the mutilated form of the. dead woman in a cloak and began to drag it away. Suddenly the girl paused and seized a heavy cartridge box that lay in her path, with an energy that seemed almost supernatural. Her frail, delicate form swayed and stag gered beneath the weight of her bunien, but slue did not hesitate. A thrill of mingled horror and admira tion filled the astonished watchers they perceived that there, before then very l'uces, she was taking 112 rorn them an instrument for future vengeance upou them. The inhabitants of the besieged city were almost destitute of ammunition, and the motherless daughter sought to put into the hands of her countrymen a means by which her wrongs might be in some degree avenged. But the strain was becoming almost more than she could bear; she stumbled, and a cry of terror broke from her Hps. The Polish soldiers glanced from one to another, and then, moved by a chiv alrous impulse, they lowered saber and musket, as with one accord a hundred voices called out: "Do not be afraid lit tie one! We will not hurt you!" And the Spanish maiden passed with her grewsome burden between a double line of her country's foes, who made a silent salute as she crossed their boundaries and returned to her desolate home.-—Youth's Companion. Olil-Tl me Weather Indication*. The earliest weather vanes in New England were cocks, tru iff >eters, simple plates, disks and arrows, and, not to be overlooked, the sacred codfish. In Bos ton cocks or broad arrows were on all the old churches. On the Province house, where (Jen. Gage had his head quarters, there was a statue of an Indian with drawn bow and arrow, ready to shoot. Prints of the city of New Amsterdam as it was in the good old Dutch days show the churches and many of the houses surmounted by the gilded cock or the plain arrow.—,\. V Sun. The man who knows nothing exeejr what he h.;is learned from books