Litchfield enquirer., 1856-02-07
HEMRY V. HYATT, Editor and Prepristsr.

| back Almost at the same instant launr b wss swung over the rail. into which ,w-n- ty ssvaer.Iooking rascsls. armed 10 the
 Se,h. sprung. and pulled toward us. Ten minutes afterwards they were on board of my vessel and began clearing away the main hatch.
 The leader, swarihy fellow. whose square, compact frame, and whose eyes. black and hazy. and half-conceaIed ny the lids. expressed cruelty and cunning. sp- psoachsd ihe cabin hatch. where stood. and addressed me in very fair English
 "Are you the Captain of the vessel !" "Yes," replied. Whats your cargo '" 1 "FIour."
 "Where from !'' ! Boston,"
 "Where tot"
 "(:spe de Verde" "Why. they're all starving there." he said opening his eyes and looking full at me.
 Yes, and the -four in my vessel was freely given by good Chrislains to feed those starving people" The rascal continued his gaze moment. then turning towards his men. who by this 1 time had broken into the main hatch. aud in rough commanding tone, spoke few words in Spanish. which could no, make out. The mrn looked up in asi'.nishmpnt, and then withdrew to lhs side. where they stood gazing cautiously toward their Cap tain. for such was my in,eTrogator. He thrust his hands behind him. and and walk d to and fro quickly for five minutes; then he said, sharply. turning to me
 You Am-rican- are all Rere,ics-why should you send flour to feed starving Catholics "
 "Because they are our fellow men. n.and their Saviour is cur Saviour,"l l answered. as. tonistrd al the conduct of the man.
 |" lf you lie to me-" he cried. with a fercrn~ss that startled mp-'. if you lie to the. I'll nail you 'o the derk Is this car go the fire. gifi of your coun''ysnen to the starving !"
 "rlI prove i. to you by my papers," I answered.
 al don't want to see your papers, he rsiurn-d-"swear 1t by the Saviour. whose name you have just pronounced" As he spoke, he crossed himself devouily.
 /" swear it by :he Holy Trinity" re- piled sol.mnly.
 The pirate .ified his cap and hen, his head drvouily, when l mentioned the Tim i,y. He stood still, with his head bent over. while one might have moderately counied fifty. When he raised himself up, it seemed to me there was less ferociiy in his coun,cn nee. His eyes were no long er half closed. hut open, and cI-arer in their depths. Hooked steadily a, him.
 |" C~ptain," he said. cours-ously, |" can you supply ms with two oi three casks oi water !"
 gave the order and the water was low cred into the boat. A word from him sent his cut. throats over the side; hut he lin- grred behind, and after moments hesi,a. ,ion, as though he rep-ntpd of his resoiu. ton, and was ashamed of N hat was he do. ing. approached me wi,h his hand extended.
 "God hlrss you," he .xclahn-d, as he felt my grasp, "and send you where the starving are praying for bread"
 The next mom-nt he was gone It Is very probable that the piratic.i Pascal was afterwards hung. as no doubt he deserved to be. But however terrible his fate, am sure that from his heart, scared and self drsecrA.ed, there burs, forth little warm gl'mmrr of light. which mitigaied some- whs, inc drsola,ion, and relieved. thougi, Il could not entirely disp-l, the gloom of his dying hour.