The examiner. [volume] (Louisville, Ky.) 1847-1849, 1849-10-13

or the light canoe, floating like a sea.bird over
the blue waters? No--Christophe is insensible
to all such influences. He is thinking of one
whose EARLY path was tracked by blood and desc
!ation-the rover of the seas-the dreaded pirate
Blackboard He Is estimating the chances to
himself Of appropriating the buried treasures o.
the freebooter.
For long months he has been busy in searching
the shores of the Delaware river. He is owner
Of a small boat, in which he has made many a
nightly voyage, whilst Others slept. 1t is fur
nished with spades, pickaxes, and sundly articles
for excavsting the earth. BY day tbs concealed
with the utmost care and caution, for ChIistophe
fears some prying Yankee may infringe upon his
rights to the FL Dorado that he hopes be has at
length discovered.
About two miles from -, on the Pennsyl-
vsnia shore of the Delaware river, q ledge Of
rocks rises abruptly from the land, covered with
shrubs and dwarf trees. Their projecting PIN
nacles, towering upwardt to considerable height,
seemed so slightly poised that the pedestrian be-
holding them from the road below, almost fan.
cies they are about to fall, and crush him in their
descent. From the summit you pause at the di-
versihed and fsiry-like beauty of the scene be-
fore you.
Hill and valley, luxunant in their summer ver-
dure, covered with rich masses Of foliage, border
the Pennsylvania side, whilst the jersey shore
is fringed with dark evergIeens and trailing
plants, whose graceful fsstoons are waving in the
gay sunshine few white houses are seen al
interals, half hidden by clumps OF pine, that re.
feet their sombre shadows on the face of the
bright rver that goes rippling past, its waves
making soft music. A: the base of the largest
rock piece appears to have been cut out, as il
done by the labor of man, and cross, with some
strange characters below it, is rudely carved in
the centre. In this locality scene of death and
superstition was enacted, still well remem
bered by the ancient people of the valley
This spot Is many miles from his home, but
Chrisiophe' distance 10 no impedilnent TO Chris
topics enterprise. He was even reioiced that
his secret was so far removed from the eyes Of
his inquisitive neighbors. Rumor already had
been busy with his good name; ill-naturedt tongues
had generated domestic broils between his wife
and himself, from his Iong-protrscted absence
from his business and family. Blu. what of thatl
His wealth would be uncaculaDle. Gold was
the magic key that unlocked all hearts. He
knew that when he was able to scatter his dollsrs
Iavishly, those now the frst to blame would be
foremost TO applaud and honor him.
The fabulous rumoIs, exaggerated into the
supernatural, that were rife respecting Black.
beard along the shores OF the Delaware, had been
discussed again and again by himself and Eel.
low-countryman, who lived quite near the place
where it was suspected the treasure was burned.
This man Christophe had been obliged to take
into his confidence, for the excavation he had
already made was too deep for his unsssisted
strength.
hahns Kraemer had been sworn to secrecy by
strange and mystical ceremonies belonging 10
the superstitions Of the Fatherland. His simple
mind believed in them with a lovers faith.
Chnstophe had worked not only upon MS fears
but his hopes-be had promised him share in
the booty if the enterprise was successful.
It is near midnight. Christophe has fastened
his boat, and is now standing by pile OF loose
earth covered with bIushwcod. No one would
imagine from the appearance of this tangled heap
that it had been disturbed for years. But Chris.
topic knows the disposition of every stick and
bnar. How closely he examines il on every side
He smiles with satisfaction to perceive that il
remains as he left it week ago. This is the
spot that he firmly believes is the FL Dorado OF
the pirate. 1t is Immediately at the base Of the
rock with the carved cross where he has made
his excavation. Here, at intervals, he has been
industnously digging for many weeks, and now,
on this night, il ever, he must reap the reward OF
so much labor and trouble; for if is his BIRTH
night-when the clock strikes twelve he will be
forty-two years old. II is the time. too, dirnly
Swallowed forth in the Alrune's prophecy, that
he should become rich and great. He congratu-
lates himself with having managed thus far
everything with secrecy and success. Already
he has dug down TO the depth OF nearly twenty
feet. II cannot be much lower. But what de-
tains Hshns KTaemef
Christophe looked at his old silver watch. Ali
it wants an hour of the appointed time; SO he
will walk down the road, for his limbs feel cramp-
ed from sitting SO long in his boat. He went
ioyously forward, like boy Of eighteen--his mind
was chaos of strange fancies. Wealth I'M
limited wealth! what should he do with so much
money! He could not calm the beatings Of his
- Il.
treasure; he would buy houses and lands, horses,
cattle. This he felt TO be insufficient for his vast
desires. No, he would return TO Germany, that
dear fstherlsnd! and tears, true and earnest tears
the thought of his boyhood's home. Poor Chns.
topic!
But harkI his mood has changed; and now, in
clear, nch tones, he is singing the pirates song.
We will listen TO him, reader.
Bury my treasure deep, my boys,
Bury II safe and deep,
For years, perchance IL this western world
THIS stream must the secret keep.
There, where that sray rock lifts Its head,
Likes sentinel, stern and grim,
That Is the grave for my iron chest,
with gold heaped up 10 the orim.
Diamonds, and rubies, and orient pearls.
Are shining together there;
With many rich and costly gem,
queen might be proud TO wear.
But hithey were dearly bought, my boys,
With cutlass, and sword, and brand
II will take all the waters of earth to wash
The blood stains from my hand.
Outlines, when the nights are stormy and dark,
think hear the blast,
The dying shrieks Of the hoary priest
We nailed TO the Spanish mastl
And the Portuguese girl we fiungin the sea,
When she rose 20 the vessels side,
How we hscked OF the white hands cHnginx there
Tillthe waves were with CRIMSON dyed.
And the English ship souttled and burnt,