Anti-slavery bugle. [volume] (New-Lisbon, Ohio) 1845-1861, 1857-03-28

ut is a wild story, an almost improbable story
But you shall hear il. My earliest memories,
once thought, were Of NV task-mastcrs in Morocco,
of whom | have boGoro told you. | been me a slave
when | was four or five years old as near rs ! may
guess. There was II com panion in my fate, VINO
was kind to mean English sailor. lie taught
me his language he said be would one day tell
me my own history. All that | knew was, that
the ship in which he and | were sailing was cap
tured by a corsair, and carried into Fee, ] was in
C ptii y twelve years; but then escaped, ana
got to Spain. The iuGlels had made me a skiltul
seaman, and | had good knowledge Of their coasts
After some time | went to Lisbon. became your
fathers pilot. The Englishman aud ] had been
soon separated but he had told the something
about an island in the west; and | glndly went
with your father i'll quest Of those western islands,
When we cana here two years ago, it seemed to
me as if everything were familiar, but yet con.
fused. l was in a dream. In the spring of this
year an English vessel came into the Tngns. J
talked with some Of the crew. | spoke of our dis
cuvpry of Madeira, and of the prizc it might be to
the Crown of Portugal. An old sailor said that
the Portuguese were not the first discoveries. !
grew angry; but the Englishman was confident. l
will repeat what he said -
The diseoverer of that Island was Robert
Machin, my c~ountryman. Robert Mnchln. n b0id
adventuror, won tue love Of Anne Arfet, the
daughter Of a Bristol merchant. His suit was
rejected by the father; but Robert marr.od her,
Hhu Z w III has SUPP lhSs oiO p"""
for the Mediterranean, but missed their course.
Their vessels foundered in the Atlantic Machin
and his wife were saved. They reached the
wooded island, which you Portuguese have named
Madeira. They abode there three or four years
in utter solitude, but cuntented and happy. HE
wife then s;ckened and died. They had q little
boy but Robert could net endure that loneliness,
and he dreaded now that he might die, and that
the boy should perish. lie resolved to leave the
island as he had come to it. lie slowed his boat
with chestnuts, and with fish dried in the sun-the
food on which he and his wife had always sub
sisted. 1t was IL cain season, and he made sUOu
way. OF the coast Of Morocco an English ship
picked him up. | was the mate Of that ship. Poor
fellow his toll and his grief had been to much
for him. He died in n few weeks-.his boy was
my charge. ! was little used to him, for We were
soon taken by Il rover, and carried into Fec. | wish
| could meet with that orphan boy. But that will
never be J."
Anna Zarco bushes and trembles :-"Ikaow the
rest. You were that little boy and this isiond il
your Inheritance, and not my fathers discovery
keep my secret. Anna. l love your father
and would not rob him Of an atom Of his homer
Anna Zarco does not keep the secret from ne
tather, who is a just man, and not unmindlul o.
his daughters happiness. d.
Juan de Morales does not return to Lisbon.
In a few years there is a pretty cottage, and
vineyard in the Corral" where, not far rom thu
tomb Of stones. dwell Other Machins, John nnc
Anna, whose shadows are pleasant to look on.