The Middlebury register. [volume] (Middlebury, Vt.) 1850-1882, 1859-02-16
An ExcIuNG SEA SroRY or THE REvottrIoN
Sc A w AIF;
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The Terror of the Coast.

TALE on rRtvArELiiNu IN 177G.
CHAPTER ".
W hen Sea yaif left the presence of fair
Kate Cringle, he met her father, who ac-
companicd him down to his boat, in vain
trying to find out what Kate had wanted
him for.
The young captain sprung into his boat
amid the mmmured good wishes of hun.
drede Of citizens who had gathered there
to sec the privateor go to sea, and in
few moments he was on board Of his vos-
sci.
With a clear, huglc-iikc voice, which
needed no trumpet the young commander
shouted
Man the capstan bars, lads, and run
the anchor up with will. Stand by the
jib and aying-jib holliards--loy the head
yards aback ="
His orders were obeycd readily and
in a few moments the second officer who
stood on the iorecaste looking over the
bows cried
She's broken ground, sir :"
Very well, sir--run up the jib and
dyingjib, and haul the sheets to starboard
man the top.galiant and top-sail sheets
and halliards ! Round with the capstan,
men, and run the anchor up TO the bows p
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 top.sail
and top-gallant sails !"
This was done; and as the fore-and-aft
sails, already up, filed, the schooner began
to gather Roadway, Then, as she fell off
before the wind, which was fair out of the
harbor, her square sails filed, and she
shot ahead with increased velocity. The
crowd on shore looking with delight upon
the splendid vessel, aud gaddened, too,
at the thought of her errand, rent the air
with cheers while Mr. Cringle, taking
upon himself the part Of gunner, an i'm.
promptu salute from single gun, which
was kept upon the wharf to be used as a
warning-signal if the British approached.
The "Tyrannicide" replied to this by
salute Of seventeen guns-her whole com.
pliment.
"That's what | call darned waste O.
powder !" said piuch.faced, dried-up an.
atOmy ofa man, whose thread-bare clothes
little eyes, and long, greedy talons of
fingers, spoke the miser out and out
" 1t isn't yOur powder, Moses Gelson,"
said Mr.. Cringle. rather sharply. "If it
was, it wouldn't be likely to be in vessel
destined to fight for liberty"
T,sh-I What 10 th;s ,ELor.,, 10
us9-the war is running trade, and soon
we'll all be as poor as rats - said the
miser, pettishly.
1t is pity that such mean curses as
you aOerent poor you're too stingy to
live! If you only had your due, you'd
get a good ducking in horse.pond !"
cried out Mr. 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:
Let's duck the old miser-to the
goose.pond with the old tory"
And seizing the terrified wretch, they
dragged him roughly toward pond Of
muddy water near the residence of the
merchant, and soon would have put their
intention into execution, had not Kate
Cringle, who cav their actions, stepped
out upon the balcony, and cried out, in a
clear, musical voice, which reached every
ear
Shame men-Shame to treat an old
man SO, He is weak and helpless let
him 60, and save your strength for a nobler
purpose =
Her timely appeal and her beauty
for in her excitement she really looked
handsome-had the desired effect and
the old miser was released, much to his
own qualification, and rather to the disgust
and anger Of her father who would have
been really glad to have seen old Gelson
get q lesson--for he hated him heartily,
not only for his lack of patriotism, but for
his misery meanness,
"I'll remember her-I'll remember
that girl, bless her p muttered the old
miser, as he hobbled away from the crowd
as fast as he could stopping until he
reached his own residence, which was also
kind of storehouse, in which a 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 v.
Never was q craft in better battle trim
on deck, below, or aloft, than the Priva.
teer, after Seawaif had get her rigging
stretched. Conscious that he was ready
to meet any foe of his tonnage and weight
of metal, he boldly headed off from the
coast for the track Of inward-beund vessels
from England.
One morning soon after, he was at
breakfast in his cabin, with the first officer
and the doctor-young Morley being in
charge on deck.
But each of them bounded from the
table as they heard the shout sail 10 p
from the lookout, at the top-gallant cross.
trees.
Where away, and what does she look
like ~ cried young Morley, in reply.
Seawaif and his companions held their
breath, and listened for the answer.
II see three sail, sir, dead ahead they
seem square.rigged, and coming down
right before the wind = was the reply,
n III 80, Lin. e., Al 49,.