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A Song for the New Year's Eve
BY WILLIAM CIILLEI 4 : 11RYAlkIT.
Stay yet, my friends, a moment stay—
Stay, till the good old year,
So long companion of our way,
Shakes hands and leaves us here.
Oh stay, oh stay,
O. little hoar, and then away.'
The year, whose hopes where high and strong,
ass sow no hopes to wake;
Yet one hour more of jest and song
For his familiar sake.
Oh stay, oh stay,
One mirthful hour, and then away.
"The kindly Tear, his liberal hands
Have latched all his store.
And shall we turn from where he stands,
Because he gives no more?
Oh stay, oh stay,
One grateful hour, and then away.
Days brightly came and camly went,
While yet be was our guest;
Bow cheerfully the week was spew!
Bow sweet the seventh day's rest!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One good hour more, and then away.
Dear friends were with us, some who sleep
Beneath the coffin lid:
What pleasure memories we keep
Of all they said and did!
Oh stay, oh stay,
One tender hour, and then away.
Even while we sing he smiles his last
And leaves our sphere behind—
The good old year is with the past;
Oh be the new as kind:
Oh stay, oh nay,
One parting strain, and then away.
[Harper's Magazine
At Sea.
The night is made forcooling shade,
For silence, and for sleep;
'And when I was a child I laid
lily band upon my briast, and prayed,
And sank to slumbeneep;
Child-like as then, I lie to-night,
And watch my lonely cabin light.
Each movement of the swaying lamp
Shows how the vessel
Ai o'er her deck the billows tramp,
And all her timbers strain and cramp
With every shock she feels,
It starts and shudders, while it burns,
And In Its hinged socket turns.
Now swinging slow, and 'laming low,
It almost level lies;
And yet I know, while to and fro
I watch the seemingpendule go,
With restless fall and rise,
The steady shaft is still upright,
Poising its little globe of light.
O hand of God! 0 lamp of peace!
0 promise of my soul!
Though weals, and tossed, and itt at ease,
Amid the roar of smiting seas,
The ship's convulsive roll,
I own, with love and tender awe.
Yon perfect type of faith and luw.
A heavenly trust my spirit calms,
My soul is filled with light;
The ocean sings his solemn psalms,
The wild winds chant: I cross my palms,
Happy as if to-night,
Under the cottage roof again
I heard the soothing summer rain.
glitztigno.
The Hidden. Hand
DT IZZA D. Z. N. SOIITIIWORTII.
# 4uthor of "The .Bride of an Evening,"
"The Deserted Wife," Eto., Etc., Etc.
{CONTINOZD.)
"'Hare you got through?' asked the man
at the door, rappiog impatiently.
'"No, no,' said I, as directed.
"He resumed his tramping up and down,
and I went back to my patient. She beck
oned me to come close; and whispered—
"'Save my child! the living one I mean!
hide her! oh, hide her from him! When he
demands the babe, give him the poor little
dead one—be cannot hurt that! And he
will not know there was another. Oh, hido
Band save my child.'
"Master, I wee used to queer doings, but
this was -a little the queerest. But if I was
to conceal that second child in order to Mire
it, it was necessary to atop its month, for it
was equalling like a wild cat. So I took a
vial of paregoric from my pocket and give
it a dropiantrit went off to, sleep like an
angel. I wrapped it up warm and lay it
along with my shawl and bonnet, in a dark
corner. Just then the man wrapped agate.
"'Come in, master,' said I.
"'No, bring me the babe; hs said.
"I took up the dead infant. Its mother
kissed its brow and dropped tears upon its
little cold face; and I carried it to the man
outside.
"'ls it asleep?' the willies asked.
Tres, =star,' said I, agi I put it, well
wrapped up, in his arms, 'vary sound
asleep,'
" •So much the batter,' said the knave,
walking away.
"I bolted the door and went back to my
patient. 'With her free hand she seised
mine and pressed it to her lips, and then
held up her left band, pointed to the wed-
ing ring upon her third finger.
" 'Draw it off and keep it,' she said; 'con
ceal the child under your shawl, and take
her with you when you go; save her and
your fortune shall be made.'
"I declare, master, I hadn't time tothink,
before I heard one of them wretches rap at
the door.
" 'Come! get ready to go,' he said.
51 50
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"She also beckoned me. I hastened to
her. With eager whispers and imploring
gestures she prayed me to take her ring and
save her child.
"'But you,' said I—'who is to attend
your
"'I do not know nor caret Save her!'
"The rapping continued. I ran to the
corner where I had left my things. I put
on my bonnet, made a sort of sling around
my neck of the silk handkercher, opened
the large part of it like a hammock and
laid the sleeping babe there. Then I folded
my big shawl around my breast and nobody
any the wiser. The rapping was very im
patient.
"'I am coming,' said I.
"'Remember!' whispered the poor girl.
"'I will,' said I, and went and opened
the door. There stood t'other willian with
his head covered with black crape. I drempt
of nothing but blacklreaded demons for
six months afterward.
"'Are you ready?" says he.
"'Yes, your worship,' says I.
"'Como along, then.'
"And binding another silk handkerchief
around my eyes, lie led me along.
"Instead of my mule a carriage stood
near the horse block.
"'Get in,' says ho, holding the pistol to
my oars by way of an argument.
I got in. He jumped up upon the driver's
seat, and we drove like tho wind. In
another direction from which we come, in
course, fur there was no carriage road there.
The carriage whirled along at such a rate it
made me quite giddy. At last it stopped
again. Tho man in the mask got down and
opened the door.
"'Where are you taking me?' said I.
"'Be quiet,' says he, 'or —' and with
that be put the pistil to my cheek, ordered
me to get out, take the bandage from my
eyes, and walk before him. I did so, and
saw dimly that we were in a part of the
country that I was never at before. We
were in a dark road through a thick forest.
On the left side of the road, in a clearing,
stood an old house, a dim light was burning
in a lower window.
"'Go on in there,' said the willian, put
ting the pistil to the back of my head. As
the door stood ajar I went into a narrow,
dark passage, the man all the while at my
back. He opened a door on the left side,
and made me go into a dark room. Just
then the unfortunate child, that had boon
moving restlessly began to wail! Well it
might, poor starved thing!
"What's that?" says the miscreant, under
his breath and stopping short.
"'lt aint nothing, sir,' says I, and
'hush•h-h' to the baby. But the poor little
wretch raised a squall.
"What is the meaning of this?';says he.
'Where did that child come from? Why
the demon don't you speak?' and with that
he seized me again by the scruff of the
neck and shook me.
"'Oh, master, for the love of heaven
don't;' says I, 'this is only a poor unfortnet
infant as its parients wanted to get outen
the way, and hired me to take care on. And
I have had it wrapped up under my shawl
all the time 'cept when I was in your
house, when I put it to sleep in the corner.
"'Humph! and you had that child con
cealed under your shawl when I first stop
ped you in the woods?'
"'ln course, master, says I.
"'whose is it?'
"'Master, says I, 'it's—it's a dead secret,'
for I haddent another lie ready.
"He broke out into a rude, scornful
laugh, and seemed not half to believe me
and yet not to careabout questioning me too
closely. Ho made me sit down then in the
dark, and went out and turned the key on
me. I wet my finger with the paregoric
and put it to the baby's lips to quiet its
pains of hunger. Then I heard a whisper.
ing in the next room. Now my eyesight
never was good, but to make up for it I be
lieve I had the sharpest ears that ever wa , ,
and I don't think anybody could have heard
that whispering but me. I saw a little
glimmer of light through the chinks that
showed me where the door was, and so I
creeped up to it end put my ear to the key
hole. Still they whispered so low that no
ears koala o' heard them but my sharp
ones. They was talking about selling some
woman and child. I should 'av been oneaay
if they hadn't called the woman Hate. My
willian offered 'em for fifty dollars, but
t'other wittier' wouldn't give a cent. He
told my willian, es he celled Captain, that
he'd take 'eta off his hands and no more.
And then they threatened each other, and
went out o' my baarin,' And in the mornin'
the new willian came and took me and the
child off in a shay and drove down a long
way to the beach, and bailed a weasel
on the river and took us *lord and sold us
to the captain right afore my eyes, and then
went ashore, and we was carried off out to
sea, though I cried, and 'splained, and
apeatnlsted all the time.
Ilfonshly
"NO ENTERTAINMENT IS SO CHEAP AS READING, NOR ANY PLEASURE SO LASTING."
COLUMBIA, PENNSYLVANIA, SATURDAY MORNING, FEBRUARY 19, 1
"Now, air, come a strange providence,
which the very thoughts of it might con
vert a heathen! We bad been to sea about
fire days when a dreadful storm ris. I tell
you, marater, that looked like the wrath of
God! I hugged the baby to my breast
—and went to praying as hard as ever I
could pray.
"Presently I felt an awful shock, as if
Heaven and earth bad come together, and
then everybody screaming, 'She's struck!
She's struck!' I felt the vessel trembling
like a live (nectar, and the water a pouring
in everywhere. I hugged the babe and
scrambled up the companion way to the
deck. It was pitch dark, and I heard every
man rushing toward one side of the weasel.
"A flash of lightning, that made every
thing as bright as day again, showed me
that they were all taking to the boat. I
rushed after, calling them to save me and
the baby. But no one seamed to hear me;
they were all too busy trying to save them
selves and keep others out of the boat, and
cursing and swearing and hollering that
there was no more room—that the boat
would be swamped, and so on. The end
was, that all who could crowd into the boat
did so. And me and the baby and a poor
sailor lad and the black cook were left be
bind
to perish.
"But, marster, as it turned out, we as
was left to die, wero the only ones saved.
We watched after that boat with longing
eyes, though we could only see it when the
lightning flashed. And every time we saw
it it was farther off. At last, marster,
flash of lightning showed us the boat as
far off as ever we could see her, capsized
and beaten hither and thither by the wild
waves—its crew had perished.
"Marster, as soon as the sea had swal
lowed up that wicked captain and crew,
the wind died away, the waves fell, and the
storm 2 lulled—just as if it had done what
it was sent to do and was satisfied. The
wreck—where we poor forlorn ones stood—
the wreck that had shivered and trembled
with every wave that 'struck it—until we
bad feared it would break up every minute,
became still and firm on its sandbar, as a
house on dry land.
"Daylight came at last. And a little
after sunrise we saw a sail bearing down
upon us. We could not signal the sail, but
by the mercy of Providence she saw us and
lay to, and sent off a boat, and picked us
up and took us on board—me and the baby,
and the cook and the sailor lad.
"It was a foreign vessel, and we oloud
not understand a word they said; nor they
us. All we could do was by signs. But
they were good to us, dried our clothes and
gave us breakfast, and made us lie down
and rest. And then put about and con
tinued their course. The sailor lad—Her
bert Greyson—soon found out and told me
they were bound for New York. And, in
fact, marster, in about ten days we made
that port.
"Well, marker, I aint a gwine to bother
you with telling you of how I toiled and
struggled along in that great city—first
living out as a servant, and afterwards
renting a room and taking in washing and
ironing—ayel how I toiled and struggled—
for—ten—long—years, hoping for the ti.ne
to coma when I should be able to return to
this neighborhood, where I was known, and
expose the evil deeds of them willains, and
for this cause I lived on toiling and strug
gling, and laying up money penny by
penny.
"No one ever helped me but the lad
Herbert Greyson. Whenever he came from
sea, he sought mo out, and made a little
present to use or Cap.
"Cap, rnarster, was Capitola, the child.
The reason I gave her that name was be-
cause on that ring I had drawn from the
masked mother's had were the two names—
Eugene—Capitola.
"Well, Lharster, the last time Herbert
Greyson came home, he gave me five dollars,
and that, with what I had saved, was
enough to pay my passage to Norfolk.
"I left my little Cap in the care of the
people of the house—she was big enough
to pay for her keep in work—sod I took
passage for Norfolk. When I got there 1
fell ill, spent all my money, and was at last
taken to the poor house. Six months poised
away before I was discharged, and then six
more before I had earned and saved money
enough to pay my way on here.
"I reached here three days ago, and
found a wheat field growing where my cot
tage fire used to burn, and all my - old
cronies dead, all except old Hat, who has
received and giten me shelter. Sir, my
story is done—make what you can of it,"
said the invalid, sinking down in her bed
as if utterly exhausted.
Old Hurricane, whose countenance had
expressed emotions as powerful as they
were various while hastening to this tale,
now arose, stepped cautiously to the door,
drew the bolt, and coming back, bent his
head aeked—
"What more of the child?"
"Cap, air? I have not heard a word of Cap
since I left her to try and hunt out her
friends. But any one interested in her
might inquire for her at Mrs. Simmons',
laundress, No. 8, Rag Alley."
"You say the names upon that ring were
—Eugene—Capitolal"
"Yes, sir, they were."
"Have you that ring about you?"
"No, roaster. I thought it was best, in
ease of accidents, to leave it with tlutztaild."
"Have you told her any part of this
strange history?"
" . No, master, nor hinted it; she was too
young for such a confidence."
"You were right. Find elm any mark
about her person by which ahe could be
identified?"
"Yes, master, a very strange one. In
the middle of her left palm, was the per
fect image of a crimson hand, about half
an inch in length. There was also another.
Herbert Grayson, to please me, marked
upon her fore arm in India ink her name
and birthday—Tapitola, Oct. 31st, 1832. m
"Right. Now tell me, my good soul, do
you know, from what you were enabled to
observe, what house that was where Capi
tols was born?"
"I am on my oath. No, sir, I do no
know; but —"
"Yon suspect?"
The woman nodded
"It was —," said old Hurricane, stoop
ing and whispering a name that was heard
by no one but the sick woman.
She nodded again, with a look of intense
meaning.
"Does your old hostess here, Rat, know
or suspect anything of this story?" in
quired Major Warfield.
"Not a word! No soul but yourself has
heard it!"
"That is right! Still be discreet! If you
would have the wicked punished and the
innocent protected, be silent and wary.
Have no anxiety about the girl. What man
can do for her will Ido and quickly! And
now, good creature, day is actually dawning.
You must seek repose. And I must call
the parson in and return home. Iwill send
Mrs. Condiment over with food, wine, med
icine, clothing, and every comfort that your
condition requires," said Old Hurricane,
rising, and calling in the clergyman, with
whom he soon after left the hut for home.
They reached Hurricane Hall in time for
an early breakfast, which the astonished
housekeeper had had prepared, and for
which their night's adventures had cer
tainly given them a good appetite.
Major Warfield kept his word, and as
soon as breakfast was over he dispatched
Mrs. Condiment with a carriage filled with
provisions for the sick woman. But they
were not needed. In a couple of hours the
housekeeper returned with the intelligence
that the old nurse was dead. The false
strength of mental excitement that had en
abled her to tell so longand dreadful a tale,
had been the last flaring up of the flame of
life, that almost immediately went out.
"I am not sorry, upon the whole, for now
I shall have the game in my own hands!"
muttered Old Hurricane to himself—"Aht
Gabrielle Le Noir! better you had cast
yourself down from the highest rock of this
range and been dashed to pieces below, than
have thus fallen into my power."
So far we havefollowed the lovely heroine
and her friends; but the foregoing is all
that we can publish in our columns. The
remainder of the narrative can only be
found in the New York Ledger, the family
paper, which can be obtained at all the
periodical stores ;whore papers are sold.
Remember to ask for the Ledger, dated
February 12, and in it you will get the coo
tinuation of the narrative from where it
leaves off here. If there are no bookstores
or news offices convenient to where you re
side, the publisher of the Ledger will send
you a copy by mail if you will send him
five cents in a letter. Address Robert Bon
ner, Ledger office, 44 Ann street, New
York. This story grows more and more
interesting as it progresses.
AN EXCITING SEA STORY OF TUE REVOLIITION
SeaWaii;
OR, THE TERROR OF THE COAST.
A TALZ Or IMITATESEING IN 1776.
CHAPTER IV.
When Seawaif left the presence of fair
Kate Cringle, he met her father, who accom
panied him down to his boat, in vain trying
to find out what Kate bad wanted him for.
The young captain sprung into hie boat
amid the murmured good wishes of hum.
dreds of citizens who had gathered there to
see the privateer go to sea, and in a few
moments he was on board of his vessel.
With a dear bugle-like voice, which need
ed no trumpet, the young commander
shouted:
"Man the capstan bars, lads, and ran the
anchor up with a will• Stand by the jib
and flying jib halliards—lay the bead saris
aback!"
Ilia orders were obeyed readily; and in a
few moments, the second officer, who stood
on the foreastle looking over the bows,
cried:
"She's broken ground, sirl"
"Very well, sir—run up the jib and
flying jib, and haul the sheets to starboard
—man the top-gallant and topsail sheets
and halliards! Round with the capstan,
men; and ran the anchor up to the bows!"
A moment later, and the head-mails np,
the veering bow of the sohooner proved her
to be all aweigh, and then came the order:
"Sheet home, and hoist away top-sail and
top-gallant sails!"
This was done; and as the fore-and-aft
sails, already up, filled, the schooner began
to gather headway. Then, es As fell off
before the wind, which was fair out of the
harbor, her square sails filled, and she shot
ahead with jai:messed velocity. The crowd
on shore looking with delight upon the
splendid vessel, and gladdened, too at the
thought of her errand, rent the air with
cheers; while Mr. Cringle, taking upon
himself the part of gunner, fired an 182-
FrOnaptil salute from a single gun, wgish
was kept upon the wharf to be used as a
warningeignal if the British approached.
"The "Tyraunioide" replied to this by a
salute of seventeen guns—her whole com
pliment.
"That's what I call a darned waste o'
powder!" said a pinch-faced, dried-up
anatomy of a man, whose thread-bare clothes
little eyes, and long, greedy talons of fin
gers, spoke the miser out and out.
"It isn't your powder, Moses Gelson,"
said Mr. Cringle, rather sharply. "If it
was, it wouldn't be likely to be in a vessel
destined to fight for liberty!"
"Tush—tusk! What is this 'liberty' to
nit—the war is ruining trade, and soon
we'll all be as poor as rats!" said the miser
pettishly.
"It is a pity that such mean curses as
you weren't poor; you're too stingy to live!
If you only had your due, you'd get a good
ducking in a horse-pond?" cried out Mr.
Cringle, so angrily and so loudly, that Lie
words were beard by the crowd, and prob
ably found echo in their hearts; fur they in
stantly shouted:
"Let's duck the old miser—to the goose
pond with the old tory!"
And seizing the terrified wretch, they
dragged him roughly toward a pond of
muddy water near the residence of the
merchant, and soon would have put their in
tention into execution, had not Kate Cringle,
who saw their actions, stepped out upon the
balcony, and cried out, in a clear, musical
voice, which reached every ear:
"Shame men—shame! to treat an old man
so. He is weak and helpless; let him go,
and save your strengh for a nobler pur
pose!"
Her timely appeal and her beauty—for
in her excitement she really looked hand
some—had the desired effect; and the old
miser was released, much to his own grati
fication, and rather to the disgust and anger
of her father, who would have been really
glad to have seen old Golsen get a lesson--
for he hated him heartily, not only fur his
lack of patriotism, but for hie miserly
meanness.
"I'll remember her—l'll remember that
girl, bless her!" muttered the old miser, as
' he hobbled away from the crowd as fast as
he could—not stopping until he roaohed his
own residence, which was also a kind of a
store-house, in which a vast variety of all
kinds of truck and trash were stowed—ild
junk, second hand anchors, sails, cordage,
fishing tackle, nets, harpoons, and a thou
sand other things,
CHAPTER V.
Never was a craft in better battle trim on
deck, below, or aloft, than the Privateer,
after Seawaifhad got her rigging stretched.
Conscious that he was ready to meet any
foe of his tonnage and weight of metal, be
boldly headed off from the coast for the
track of inward-bound vessels from Eng
land,
One morning moon after, he was at break
fast in his cabin, with the first officer and
the doctor—young Morel,' being in charge
on deck.
But each of them bounded from the table
as they heard the shout "sail ho!" from the
look-out at the top-gallant cross-trees.
"Where away, and what does she look
Like?" cried young hlorely, in reply.
Seawaif and his compaaions hold their
breath and listened for the answer.
"I see three sail, sir, dead ahead; they
seem square-rigged, and coming right down
before the wind!" was the reply.
"Englishmen, and making for the ooast,
I'll wager my first prize-money!" said the
captain, as be hurried on deck.
"John-Bull Men's, be gar—l shall get
my instruments ready for ataputatl" cried
the delighted Frenchman.
"So will I!" said Mr. Doolittle, as be
buckled on his char p, but short cutlass, and
followed his commander on deck.
The breeze was fresh, and the schooner.
with only her lower sails and top-sails set,
was going off to the eastward on a taut
bow-line, her top-gallant and royal yards
pointed to the wind, and her larboard tack.
aboard. There was quite a heavy sea rol
lingdand as she pitched into and through it,
she threw the snowy foam over her prow
almost as high as her fore-top.
"See all clear for action, fore and ta—
mes presenter stays and braces—have the
spare spars dewed away! Gunners, look
to your children; they may have play 100 n.
Boarders and. pikensen. see that your tools
are in their planar cried the captain
cheerfully, as be came on desk; and then
be seised a spy-glass, and scanned the
vessels in sight.
"What do you make out. sir, if you
please?" asked Mr. Doolittle, whose hopes
for work and prise-money were now on the
rise.
"I see six vessels; bat they are yet too
far off to make oat whether they are armed
or note' was the reply.
"Shall the gunner open the magasine,
sir?"
"Yes, attar all the gallery-tires are pat
oat!"
The men went to their work, and their
respective stations quis tly, but with s
cheerful look, which betokened a perfect
confidence in their Tassel, sad especially in
their officers.
An hour passed, and the vessels were
now hull-up ahead, yet Captain &await—
gave no orders either to alter the oourso or
shorten sail.
"Whet about our colors. air?" spiced the
liesteeent,
$1,50 PER YEAR IN ADVANCE; $2,00 IF NOT IN ADVANCE.
El
"You can run 'ern up in rolls to their
1 places, ready to pull out when I order it,
Mr. Doolittle," said the captain, still keep
his glass directed toward the approach.
ing ships.
The enemy were riding fast, not more
than four or five miles off; but the merchant
men, obeying signals from the sloop-of-war,
which had evidently discovered the nation
ality and character of the schooner, by her
rig, hauled on a wind and shortened sail,
while the man-of-war held her course under
a cloud of canvas.
"Take your stations for working ship!"
cried Seawaif. The men bounded to the
sheets and braces. "Hard up the helm—
ease off the sheets, and round in the weath
er-braces!" cried the captain.
"Tamil thunderl you're not goin' to run
from one sloop-o'-war, are you, sir?" asked
tho lieutenant, in agonized wonder.
"Get out and rig two spars, with iron
enough on them to sink them for drags; drop
one over each quarter, and ask no imperti
nent questions, Mr. Doolittle," said the
captain, quietly.'
"I beg your pardon, sir, a hundred times
—I thought you was a goin' to run!" said
the now delighted officer, as he hastened to
obey the order.
"Double-shot with grape and canister—
gunners to your stations!" cried the captain
now, determinedly: "Men, make no noise
when I announce it, but within an hour
that slosp-of-war shall strike her flag, or
we'll go down with ours flying! When she
is taken, the merchant-men will be easy 1
prizes."
ll.td they not been cautioned, the men
would have cheered so loudly as to have
been heard on board the sloop-of•war.
After the drags were rigged and lowered
over the side, held by stout hawsers, and
not seen because sunk beneath the water,
the schooner did not go more than three
knot; although—under a full epread of
canvas—she seemed to be running away
from her antagonist, which now could be
seen coming up hand over hand, her decks
crowded with men, and her ports showing
a battery of twenty-four guns.
On she came, the red cross of St. George
daunting from her peak, until she was with
in nearly a mile of the schooner, when she
fired a shot from one of her bow gone.
"Show them our colors and name!" cried
the young eaptain, while his palo face
flushed with a smile of terrible joy.
It was done in an instant; bat the vessel's
head was not changed, nor a sail touched.
Rapidly the Englishman closed up, bead
ing a little to leeward, so as to range under
her larboard beam.
"Chrouch well behind the bulwarks, men
stand by your larboard guns, but du not
touch a match until the orders come from
my lips; depress your guns so as to take her
between wind and water I Sail-trimmers,
stand to your sheets and braces, and be ready
for orders." .
These orders given, Captain Seawall took
his position on the larboard aide of the quar
ter-deck, hnd with ill-concealed delight maw
the . Englishman range along until he was
almost abeam.
"Haul down your colors, or I'll sink you
Strike, you ynokee rebel, strike:" shouted
the English captain, who stood on the poop
of his Teasel in full uniform, steadying nim
self by bolding on to the mizzen rigging.
"I'm just going to strike--not my colors,
but yoal" cried Seawaif, sarcastically
and instantly giving order to pour in his
whole broadside.
It was done with terrible effect, for the
British bad not anticipated resistance from
a rebel whom they supposed to be using his
best efforts to escape, and were huddled
along the deck on the side next to the schoon
er, and were cot down in fearful swaths.
And as the mile were little injured, the
sloop•ef--war shot ahead, so that she was past
the schooner before she could return the
broadside.
"Cut sway the drags, spring to your star
board battery--throw in chain-shot as well
as grape—and cnt her sticks away)" cried
Seawaif.
Then ordering the helm up, as the schoon
er's headway increased, he veered of athwart
the stern of the sloop; and as the gnus came
in rang*, delivered a raking fire, which not
only swept her decks, but cutting away her
masts, crippled her completely.
Li* then hauled on a wind, determined to
popper her until she should "strike," and
not wishing to lose any men at close quarters
if be could help it. Bat he had no °erasion
to use his gnus any mores for, suddenly„with
a shock, which shook the sat and air like an
earthquake, the iU•fated craft was seen to
fly in fragments, amid* aloud of smoke, into
the air.
Whether by aocidsnt or design, no on•
could tell, but, in sots* way, the powder in
her magazine had been ignited, and she was
blown to atoms.
Prompted by humanity. Captain &await
tomtitilly ordered the helm up. and steered
for the spot where the sloop war had beam
in hopes to save some surriving parsons of
her crew.
But not a living eon) could be nen. •
few blackened spars and timbers only met
the eye.
"Mon Dien! Mon Dieu! six is too bad!
Not one man to amputat—cot one ban for
extract!" said** doctor, with aMO and a
piteous grimace. as be Wald in the water.
"You may have better lack another Liam
doctor." said Eleseralf. as be ipve mum to
trim sails and Mal es a aria again; for the
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transports—baying seen the fate of their pro-
Meter—were now crowding sail, and trying,
like a flock of frightened &beep. to stoke
their escape from an opponent labia bed
done snob fearful damage in ao &oft 46
time. But the schooner had no bunbaisig
cargo, and was ready for combat or a mot,
as occasion required.
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A Wonderful Escape.
It was in the autumn of 1799 that a pally
of us left the Palls of the Ohio, in keel
boats, under the command of Major Rodgers
for the purpose of making an attack upon
the Indians at the old town of Chillicothe.
On our way up the river we met with no re
markable adventure, till we approached the
mouth of the Liuking—which we did about
sunset of a delightful day. We observed a
few Indians standing upon a projecting sand
bar. at a point where the two streams unite.
apparently watching some companions in a
canoe, who were crossing to them from the
opposite bank of the smaller stream. If
they saw us. there was nothing in their
manner to indicate the fact; and thinking
it possible to take them by surprise, Ma
jor Rodgers ordered the boats to be ran up
under some bushes along the shore, and all
the men save dve—some seventy in number
—to advance cautiously through the weed.
and completely surround the spot where the
savages were.
We all set of in dine spirits thinking only
of the surprise we should give the enemy.
Quietly, stealthily, we pushed sawmill.
spreading out as we advanced; till at length
we resoled and fatly encircled Vail
spot; when, just as the order was being
given to rush in upon there,. we were
startled and thrown into the greatest eon
fusion by the uprising on every side of as
of several hundred yelling Indians.
We had been drawn into a eentplfehe eel
buscade—had been taken by our enemies
in the very trap we bad set for them. In
stantly they poured in a destructive Ire.
and then fell upon us with knife and toma
hawk when the panic on our part became
fearful, and the slaughter tramendons.—
Like frightened sheep we huddled together;
and then. finding ourselves hemmed in by
our foes, who hewed ns down as fast as
they reached us. we turned at bay; and
poured bask a volley from our aide. Thus
with yells as wild and santgerar their own,
we broke through their liner, unixmlatil
for oar Wan But the Indians lemsste
bending our design reached them before as.
and made a capture of ail save one, is
which the men left in charge made their ew
cape. Our only chance sow was to break
their lines again, and start through the for
est to the station of Earrodeburgh. Favored
by the gathering shades of night some
twenty of our whole party escaped. though
hotly panned by our blood-thirsty foot.
But I was not of that fortunate few; for
as I was in the act of clearing some live ee
six of the enemy. who barred my way to a
dense thicket. and just as I had out down
a oonple of the nearest, a bell passed through
my hips, shattering the bone*. At ones I
fell, but luckily among some 'hist bushes.
which for the moment concealed me; sad
the others, probably thinking me dead or
escaped, immediately darted of in pursuit
of my flying friends. I bad my rifle still
in my hands; and wounded and auditing
as I was, I proceeded to load it as flay on
the ground—my only hope now being that
I should woofed in killing one more of tie
wretches before a ter:singes *Weld be pee
to ray existence.
A. minute alter minute wintby.bowurer.
and the yells of the savages grew more and
more distant, and night began hat to en
'Mop no in her welcome pall of asonom.
s new hope sprung up in my breast. that I
might possibly so thereto myself as to or
caps theobservation of the ersey'sltsgsts
- giewir dredging Man awn& Oa
bushes to a fallen tree. width T*l Idels *
few feet of me. I with the most eastutiallig
pain, crept under the brandies. which I
disposed above my parson in the hest sonar
nor 1 could.
Hero for bolus I lay, WWI% webs of
body and mind width no Isagniego
power to describe. I dared net stir gggirr
scarcely to breathe. fleeted the indium
return, sad I could tell by the emit ihed
they were going over the gouged sad hubb
ub% all the wounded they 11101114
About midnight. as "bear as I Goan jodife.
they ones more drew of and lit their map
ants, the Ctlianuming of which Infield Mad,
perosive through the thigh foldsgs width
surrounded tan
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my sibtaties--there-ba the llibedie ut
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