Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1858-03-18

See him nowr cried Tom Packer.
Now, when Icould cut him out! Gill !.
Did | tell you to mark my words?'
| implored Tom Packer in the Lords
name, as well as could in my faintness,
to 60 to the Serjeant's aid
i hate and detest him. says Tom,
moodily wayering. Still, he is brave
man. Then he calls out, SERGEANT
Drooce, SERGEANT Droocel Tell me yor
have driven me too hard, and are sorry
for it,
The SERGEANT, without turning his eyes
from his assailants, which would have
been instant death to him, answered:
! No. / won't
SERGEANT Droocen. cries Tom, in a
kind of agony. 4 have passed my word
that would never save you from Death,
if / could, but would leave you to die.
Tell me You have driven me too hard
and are sorry for it, and that shall go for
nothing
One of the group laid the Seijeant's
bald bare head open. The SERGEANT laid
him dead. s5e
Il tell you,' says the Serjeant, breath
ing little short, and waiting for the
next attack. No. won't. If you are
not man enough to strike for fellow
soldier because he wants help, and be-
cause of nothing else, I'll go into the
other world and look for better man.
Tom swept upon them, and cut him
out. Tom and he fought their way
through another knot of them, and sent
them flying, and came over to where
was beginning again to feel, with mex
pressible JOY, that had got sword in
my hand.
They had hardly come to us, when I
heard, above all the other noises, ire
mendous cry of'women's voices. also
saw Miss Maryon, with quite anew face,
suddenly clap her two hands over Mrs
Fishers eyes, | looked towards the sill
yer-house and saw Mrs. Venning-stand-
ing upright on the top of the steps OF the
trench, with her gray hair and her dark
eyes-hide her daughters child behind
her, among the folds of her dress, strike
a pirate with her other hand, and fall,
shot by his pistol.
The cry arose again, and there was q
terrible and confused rush OF women in
to the midst of the struggle. In another
moment, something came tumbling down
upon me that thought was the WALL
1t was heap of Sambos who had come
over the wall; and of four men who chung
to my legs like serpents, one who chung
to my right leg was Christian George
King.
sYup, So-Jeer!' says he, Christian
George King sar berry glad So-Jeer a
prisoner. Christian George King been
waiting for So-Jeer sech long time. Yup,
yup?'
What could I do, with FIVE and TWEEN
ty Of them on me, but be tied hand and
foot? So, | was tied hand and foot 1t
was all over now-boats not come back
all lost! When was last bound and
was put up against the wall, the one-eyed
English convict came up with the Por-
tugaese Captain, to have look at me.
See 2 says he, Here's the determined
man! If you had slept sounder, last
night, you'd have slept your soundest
last night, my determined man.
The Portuguese Captain laughed in
cool way, and, with the fiat of his cutlass,
hit me crosswise, as if | was the Dough
of tree that he played. with first on
the face, and then across the chest and
the wounded arm. | looked him
steady in the face without trembling
while he looked at me, am happy to
say; but, when they went away, l fell
and lay there.
The sun was up, when | was reused
and told to come down to the beach and
be embarked was full OF aches and
pains, and could not at first remember :;
but, remembered quite soon enough.
The killed were lying about all over the
place, and the Pirates were burying their
dead, and taking away their wounded on
hastily made lit ers, to the back of the
Island. AS for us prisoners, some of
their boats had come round to the usual
harbor, to carry us off. We looked a
wretched few, thought, when / got
down there; still, it was another sign
that we had fought well, and made the
enemy suffer.
The Portuguese Captain had all the
women already embarked in the boat he
himself commanded, which was Just put
ting off when got down. Miss Maryon
sat on one side of him, and gave me amo-
ment's look, as full of quiet courage, and
pity, and confidence, as if it had been an
hour long. On the other side of him
was poor little Mrs. Fisher, weeping for
her child and her mother. / was showed
into the same boat with Drooce and
Packer, and the remainder of our party
of marines; of whom we had lost two
priyates, besides Charker, my poor, brave
comrade. We all made a melancholy
passage, under the hot sun, over to the
mainland. There, we landed in solita-
ry place, and were mustered on the sea
sand. Mr.. & Mrs. Macy and their child
rem were amongst US, Mr.. d Mrs. Por-
dags, Mr.. Kitten, Mr.. Fisher, and Mrs.
Belltott. We mustered only fourteen
men, fifteen women, and seven children.
Those were all that remained of the En-
glish who had laid down to sleep last
night, unsuspecting and happy, on the
Island of Silver-store.
CHAPTER III.
THE PRISON IN THE WOODS.
There we all stood, huddled up on the
beach under the burning sun, with the
pirates closing us in on every side-as
forlorn company of helpless men wo-
men, and children as ever was gathered
together out of any nation in the world.
| kept my thoughts to myself: but !
did not in my heart believe that any
one of our lives was worth FIVE minutes
purchase.