The spirit of democracy. [volume] (Woodsfield, Ohio) 1844-1994, 1847-04-24
Vol. Nv.


By accident, the WarIock Fisher came
is the door Of his hovel, saw the drown
ing led, and plunged 'instantanso sously
into the ssa. For some minutes he was
invisible amid the angry turmoil, but he
swan like an inhabitant Of tha! fearful
element, and bore the boy ia safety TO
the beach. From fatigue or fear, or
the effects Of both united, the poor lad
died shortly afterwards, and his grateful
relatives ihdustriously insisted that he
had been blighted in the grasp of his
unhaiio wed rsscuer.ij 3fg13
Towards the END of autumn, the
weather frequently becomes so broken
and stormy in these parts, as to render
the sustenance derived from fishing ex-
tremsly prscarious. Against this, no W.
ever, the Warlock Fisher was provided,
Tor caring little f,r weather, and appar.
emily less for life, he went out in all
seasons, and was known to be absent
fordays, during the most violent storms,
when every hope Of seeing him again
was lost. Still, nothing harmed; he
came drifting back again, the same way
ward, unfearing, unhallowsd animal
To account for this, it was understood
that he was in connection with smug-
glsrs; that his days of absence were
spent in their service--in reconnoiter-
ing for their safety, and assisting in
all their operations. Whatever truth
their might be in it, it was well known
that the Warlock Fisher never wanted
ardent spirits, and so free was he in
their use, and of tobacco, that he has
been heard in long and dreary win
tsr's evening, carolling songs in a
strange tongue, with all the fervor Of
an inspired bacchanaI. 1t has been
said, too, al such times he had strange
talk with some who never answered,
deprecated sights which no one else
could see, and exhibited the fury Of an
outrageous maniac. ~ s9.9s#
II was towards the close of an au-
tumn's day, that tall young man was
seen surveying the barren rocks, and
apparently deserted shores, near the
dwelling Of the fisher. He wore the
snquiring aspect Of a stranger, and yet
his step indicated a previous acquain-
tancs with the scene. The sun was
flinging his boldest radiance on the roll
ing ocean, as the youth ascsnded the
rugged path which led to the Warlock
Fishers hut. He surveyed the door for
a moment, as if to be certain of the spot,
and then, with one stroke of his foot
dashed the door inwards. 1t was damp
and tenantless. The stranger set do wn
his bundle, kindled a FIRE, and remained
in quiet possession. In few hours the
fisher returned. He started involunta-
rily at the sight of the intruder, who
sprang to his feet, ready for any alter
native. 1sJ mo1I aGai'af1is" oi
"What seek you in my hut" said the
fisher. 'ia % h 1Gl.si7asa is aae
ga shelter for the night-the hawks
are out" "sW 90" s7s3tta & i'aahta od
o"Whe directed you to me-"
"An old acquaintance" "14 -
y"Never saw you with my eyes
'hiver nae. But never mind, you look
ike the breed-a ready hand and a
light heel, ha! ALPS right-tap your
keg!" I'9a a3e'.2''laSef' olaf a4'i@
No sooner said than done. The keg i
was broachsd, and good brown basin
IF hollands was brimming at the lips Of
The Warlock Fisher. The stranger did
himself a similar service, and they grew
The fisher could not avoid
placing his hand before his eyes once
Or twice, as ifwishful to avoid the keen
,aze Of the stranger, who still piled the
ire with fuel, and his host with hol.
ands. Reserve was at length annihi.
atsd, and the fisher jocularly said,
"Wcll, so we're old acquaintance,
iap'9 llne '9ao'92 $50 y E,andfni5
"Ay," said the young man with al
lother searching glance. ~ was in |
AOuUt a. uSts Out uOW ! 0M CCI tdius
"And what's to be dons!" said the |
isher. sa'sgq siii spaiil 'ssssg a2i%
aAn hour after midnigh. you must
out me on board ----'s boat, she'll
,e abroad. They'll run 4 light to the
mast head, for which you'll steer. You
ire a good hand at a helmin dark and |
'ough sea-" a7't e z '''',i2 z q
Elbow if l will mott" -at esyiia
.Then your life, or minc!" 7lai II
They sprang to their feet simultane-
'nsly, and, an. immediate encounter
eemsd inevitable. !, ~ ! ,,oiret,,..., Fo
y @Pshaw.p said the fisher, sinking on
y seat, "what madness this is; | was
thought warm with the liquor, and the
scollsction Of past times was rising on
~ memory. Think nothipg Of il.
card those words once bsfors," and be
round his teeth in rage ayes, once,
y ~ :. II