The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1859-02-17
An Exciting Sea Story Of the Revolution!
SEAWAIF;
OR, THE
TERROR OF THE COAST.
A TALE OF PRIVATEERING IN l716.

TERROR OF THE COAST.
TALE OF pRIvATEERING IN l776.
CHAPTER ".
! When Seawaif left the presence of fair
Kate Cringle, he met her father, who ac.
companied him down to his boat, in vain
trying to fnd out what Kate wanted him
for.
The young captain sprung into his boat
amid the murmureG good wishes of hum
dreds of citizens who had gathered there
to see the privateer 60 to sea, and in a
few moments he was on board of his ves-
sell.
With clear, bugle-like voice, which
needed no trumpet; the young comman-
der shouted:
"Man the capstau bars, lads, and run
the anchor up with a will. Stand by the
! jib and fyipg-jib halliards--lay the head
yards aback u
His orders were obeyed readily; and
in few moments, the second officer, who
stood on the forecaste looking over the
bows, cried:
"She's broken ground, sir y
"Very well, sir-run up the jib and
fying-jib, and haul the sheets to starboard
man the top gallant and top-sal sheets
and halliards Round with the capstan,
men, and run the anchor up to the bows!"
A moment later, and the head sails up,
the veering bow of the schooner proved
her to be all aweigh, and then came the
order:
''Sheet home and hoist away to top-sail
and op-gallant sails -
This was done; and as the fore and aft
sails, already up, filed, the schooner be-
gan to gather headway. Then, as she
fell off before the wind, which was fair
out of the harbor, her square sails filled,
and she shot ahead with increased veloci-
ty. The crowd on shore looking with
delight upon the splendid vessel, and
gladdened, too, at the thought of her er-
rand rent the air with cheers; while NJ
Cringle, taking upon himself tho part of
gunner, fred an impromptu salute from
single gun, which was kept upon the
wharf to be used as warning-signal if
the British approached.
The "Tyrannicide" replied to this by a
salute of seventeen guns-her whole com.
pliment.
That's what call darned waste O.
powder y said a pinch faced, dried-up
anatomy of man, whose thread bare
clothes, little eyes. and long, greedy tai
ons Of fingers, spoke the naaSer out and
out
at isn't y0ur powder, Moses Geson,"
said Mr.. Cringle, rather sharply. "If it
was, it wouldn't be likely to be in vessel
destined to fight for liberty!'
"Tush-tusb What is this liberty
to US the war is running trade, aud
we'll all be as poor as rats y said the mi
ser pettishly.
ut is pity that such mean curses as
you acefemt qoor your too stingy to live!
If you only had your due, you'd get
good duckiug in a horse pond !" cried out
MIR. Cringle, SO angrily and SO loudly,
that his words were heard by the crowd,
and probably found echo in their hearts;
for they instantly shouted:
Lets duck the old miser-to the goose
pond with the old toryP
And seizing the terrified wretch, they
dragged him roughly toward pond of
muddy watar near the residence of the
merchant and soon would have put their
intention into execution, had not Kate
Cringle, who saw their actions, stepped
out upon the balcony, and cried out, in
clear musical voice, which reached every
ear:
"Shame men-Shanae to treat an old
man so. lie is weak and helpless; let
him 60, and save your strength for no.
bier purpose !"
Her timely appeal and her beauty
for in her excitement she really looked
bandsome-had the desired effect; and
the old miser was released, much to his
own qualification, and rather to the dis
gust and anger of her father, who would
have been really glad to have seen old
Gelson get lesson-for he bated him
heartily, not only for his lack of patriot
ism, but for his Diserly meanness.
III feWemDcI HcI-I u re uleDUeT JuaC
girl, bless her - mpttered the old miser,
as be hobbled away from the crowd as
fast as be could-not stopping until he
reached bis own residence, which was al
SO kind of a storehouse, iu which vast
variety of all kinds of truck and trash
were stowed--old junk, second hand an.
chors. sails, cordage, fishing tackle, nets,
harpoons, and thousand other things
CHAPTER Y.
Never was a craft in better battle trim
on deck. below, or aloft, than the Prisa-
teer. after Seawaif had got her rigging
stretched. Conscious that he was ready
to meet any foe of his tonnage and weight