Marshall County Democrat. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1855-1859, 1858-04-01

ABOVE tue narrow gorge OF the Uate. \
signal for a pilot was flying at the foretop
and the hated cross of st. George flew from
the spanker gafF.
With one wild yell OF fierce delight the
fair girl bounded from the room.
Life for Life. Nathaniel Hale shall be
avenged
What was her idea? Within another
room in the house was TIE clothing of a
brother, who had long since been lail un-
dey the sod; and to this room she fled, and
soon was arrayel in suit of clothing such
as the young men generally wear when
they go on a boating expedition. Without
the least hesitation she cut the long glossy
tresses OF hair from her head, and in a
brief period bore the appearance of any
young man of eighteen. not more than her
age. Having made these arrangements
with rapidiiy that only desperate resolve
could cause, she instantly left the house,
passing down the avenne. before her "a
theirs eyes, he little thinking that the ap-
parently spruce young waterman who chose
to breast such storm, was his accom-
plished daughter.
Hurrying down to boat-house which
fron.ed the avenue, she loosened cne of
those small, light skis which are still the
models of the pilots a; Hur! Gate, hoisted
small sail, and in few moments was out
upon the last of the food tides as freely
and boldly as if she had been in stout
ship, instead Of so frail and small boat
1t is no new thing for her to be upon the
water, being reared so close to it, and hun
dreds of times had she been dashing over
those waves, but never in such gale as
that. Yet coolly she stcered hertiny craft,
avoiding the dangerous whirlpools and
rocks, and heading towards the frigate.
which, impatient for piloi, had fred an
other gun.
Within less than twenty minutes from
the time she started, she had luTad along
side of the man-of-war, having caught the
line cast out to her, and fastened the boat,
had mounted tie vessels side, and stood
upon the quarter deck. in the presence of
the commander
Are you pilo;?' said The latter, impa-
tiently.
4 ana, SIR was the reply.
Young for such business. Could you
take us through the Hurl Gate?'
'As we'll as my father. who has been a
pilot here moro than thirty years. was the
reply.
why did he not come out instead of
sending boy like you in a blow as fresh
as this?'
Because he is laid up with tne rheuma-
tisnl, sir, and then he knows that L can pi-
lot you through as well as he can. Sir
Henry Clinton knows me. sir.
'Ah does newell chat is all right. Can
you bear away yet?
No sir. Dot within On hour--till the tide
runs ebb?'
That is bad; this gale keeps rising. Is
there no anchorage hersabouts?'
No sir, not within twenty miles, where
your anchor would hold
Then we must 20 through
Yes sir, as soon as the tide comes. /
would not risk it till then, for, if the cur
rent should ca ca you on either side bow,
you'd go on the rock, surel'
That is true, young man. Let me
know the very earliest moment we can so
through t ss.
Aye. aye. SIR -
And while the British commander turned
off to speak to enc of his officers, tie pa
triot pilot calmly went to the main gang
way, aud looked over the side, as if watch
ing for the change Of tide.
But wha was passing in her heart then?
There were between three and four
hundred souls in that fated vessel. She
had lost the only loved thing, besides her
father on the earth. when Nathan Hale
was hung as a spy on that morning. She
was not thinking how many hearts would
be broken by her intended act; she was not
thinking of the mothers, and sisters, and
wives in England who would soon mourn
for the deed--she was only thinking that
soon. she would join him in the spirit land,
and that dearly would his loss be avenged.
For her own life she cared not, thought
not-not even did she think of that wor-
Shipping father, who sadly paced his room,
believing that she was praying forpatienee
to bear her loss. -
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