Burlington free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1827-1865, 1837-11-24

in windOws-thcy told hall O score towards
the fulfiment Of my oath. We arrived at
ST. Ann. and anchored off he island at
night, Immediately landed with boats
crew of chosen rufiians, and proceeded IN.
discovered TO the house of Gonzales. On
the way we met his son, a lad oi some SIX.
teen years whom | compelled to conduct,
me to his fathers bedside, where ] found
him buried in the arms Of sleep. There he
Icy the object Of my souls most bitter ha'
tired! Did strike him incn, did ! send
him slumbering into eternity? No. no ]
aroused him he saw me stand smiling over
him with my dagger OF his throat aud his era
ven soul burst with terror from his glaring
eyes Oh what delicious moment was
iha, TO mel lie spoke 40 word, but gag
ged and bound, had him speedily on board.
whilst my crew sacked and set fire to the
town, the hateful scene of my early degra
datiop. Yet was there one bitter paDg to
be endured 800 bot twas only for Il momcuu
Ere left the island the daughter Of Con
zales came she whom | loved ~ well Oh
her knees she besongbt me Spare! oh.
spare my fa,,es! You loved me- nnce.--''
"Ay! bur loyssno longer Revenge has
absorbed my sohi3y there Is no room TOR love
-cway!" saw herno more, A. for the
rovcrbor, had him whipped until he I'M
potcd me il; mercy to plunge my dagger III
hi. heart: no such me'cy for h'm-lhe
sconrge was piled while he had aught OF
sense or feeling left, and then we gave him
to the sharks. Why do you shrink as II IN
horror! Think YOU was an loala more
than revcnecd He was but one OF the
dnrm"d hundred. Well, for this act ] was
ou,lawcs by the government. aud common
ced cruise on my own account. The few
remaining hours % my life would not sui.
flee to tell 1.-THE of NV adventures, per's,
and escapes. Three times ] have been
prisoner; but stra'agrm or gold wero eve,
potent to loosen bolts aud bars. Uhce
was tried for my life a, N. O-but the
glittcring of he shining ore Gmmcd the
sight Of my judges, and they could dIscov
err 10 spo, of blood upon my hands. FIVE
wears rovcd the terror Of these seas; but
now. whot all the art and power OF man
have failed to do, the never ceasing 'umnIt-
Of a gully MUD has donr--co' .horl my
mad career. Long since iol, the band OF
death upon me, and like the wounded
Tiger hat seeks some gloomy den wherein
to die, hlther | came without assoc e
or friend but this little creole nurse
Chance has made us acquainted. ! have
confhed tn you the outlines OF my history ;
/, will serve as tale To while away 4 te'
dlouI hour, and make your hearers stare.
And now grant me one favor when | am
dead-llving. ! ask more; bury me ~ tho
sca full twenty a'hnms deep. | have done
Give me soma drink--my mouth Is parched
my BRAIN is IN whirl! IIa! that pnng
death - here ; ! feel It about my heart
Well. why should live ana vet Ia die
WITH such a load &C guli'--hush- hnsh
speak not To me-, know what You would
say -hu, us all N vain, WHAT'S death 10
me, nave bearded INN 4 thousand tunes
--wny do shrink 81 now A heavy ms
CONES gathering over my -lgh'' w 10
are ,hc-r OFF off! why do Won lot men
come 50 ciose' With desperate ciof
he raised himself upon his couch; seize'
with c"nvnlslve grasp my hahd ghze'
on me for Il moment with 'crrlhed an'
| ghaslly glare, and then fell back exhausted
on his pillow. HIS distorted features grad
ually relaxed, the wiDd expression OF hi
eye slowly assumed a placid look, an'
something like smile played about h
lIps-the pirate was no more.