The Kenosha telegraph and tribune. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1859-1860, 1860-03-22

There is the cave!' said Miss Lucy : and sure
enough, saw gloomy opening right on leyel
WIN the beach--an opening unapprOachable save
5t 10 water, as 1t happened to be then. We
oreW nigh the mouth "Stop moment" wbis.
Pered Miss Lucy I'm sure don't know wby
she whispered, for not living soul was with.
in mile) i've got wax taper" said she
and she produced and lighted it. The night was
very calm, as cold, frosty nights usuallv .ro
The wax taper shed bright, Pickering LIGHT or
the face of the cliff, and we carefully picked on,
way within the Smuggler's Cave.
| The cave was very ordinary cave. There
was nothing about it suggestive of a raw-head
and -bloody~bones legend. I certainly paused {
moment at the entrance to gaze at huge mass O.
exchanging cliff, which struck me as being
suspended somewhat in the fashion of DamocIes
sword but as Miss Lucy did not appear to no
tice it or care for it, we passed within, and by
the light of the taper surveyed the dark roof an2
rugged SIDES, and the rocky bottom, on which
sea7weeds grew near the entrance I pernetra
ted some stupid jokes, and Miss Lucy conde
scended to laugh; and then-well, and then. At
ter we had duly surveyed the cold, damp hole
we were IN the very act of passing forth on to
the beach, when the overhanging mass of cliff
without giving US warning by single crack fell
numbering down, and blocked up the entrance.
IT 1were to say that Lucy did not scream. and
that did not-ejAculate, on this astounding &C.
currance, probably nobody would believe me
Gracious me ! We were in a nice predicament.
The tide was making and, sailor-like, my first
Thought was about that. I askedfpoor. trembling
Lucy how high the tide assembled in the cave, and
my fellow captive confessed she didn't know
outDudging from the sea-weed and the shell-ish,
concluded that the sea habitually came in AT
nigh water to a most uncomfortable as we'll as
pefllous extent. l made desperate effort to
break the blockade" but might as we'll have
attempted to move the Great Pyramid
Time Sped l shouted till was hoarse. Luz
cy cried till her eyes were red-not for fear, but
for thinking what people would say of her for
getting into such peculiar trouble Pm sure
| comforted her as well as l knew how, and /
even hazarded hardy assertion that our friends
would be sure to rescue us before the wax taper
was burned cut. But that said taper was at its
last Ticker when loud halloo q recognized the
voice Of the detested Yorkshire squirrel, gave US
assurance that Julia Summercourt had turned I'D
somewhere, and had put our friends on the right
scent to discover us. The cold, ripping tide
had advanced SO far as to drive us to the extrem-
ity of the cave by this time, and the squire and
his companions were actually aloat in a boat at
its entrance They bawled out to us the com
Portable assurance that until the tide ebbed again
no help could be given. fs
Will say nothing whatever about the inter-
minabe night we were compelled to spend. -
Suffice it that when the tide receded at day
dawn, numerous body of men armed with pick
axes aud other tools, attacked the fallen mass of
rock and after halt-a-dozen hours of hard labor.
they cut passage for us to emerge, and we step
ped forth to the beach; and Lucy threw ,herself
sobhing on the breast of her father, and I-ob.
confound it'll was the butt for the arrows of
Yorkshire wit, which every man and woman
present discharged in a cloud.
1t was now Christmas Day, and on our way
home the wretch of cousin, whom / have al
ready characterizes, thought well to speak
word to me ayart.
81 say, leeftenant,' muttered he, "you are
what call a silver-spoon man !" "a.
"What do you mean, sir?"
ION, nothing. Only | fancy you know the
ropes as you seamen call it,
II wish knew the rope spun to hang you /"
l angrily retorted.
He burst into horse laugh
mo offence, leeftonant-oh, dear, no Snug
glers Caves nice Cupid's bower, Ell? Yes.
Don't swear so. You will want groomsman.-
I'm disengaged, and always at home ="
Sir y l stammered passionately.
All right y shouted the monster, with an
other hilarious burst of laughter that made the
very cliffs ring. -
Well, after all, didn't think this Yorkshire
cousin snch very atrocious wretch as 1 had
hitherto done, when he actually did oficate as
my groomsman some six months subsequently,.
Eight bells,my hcarties The watch is called,
and my yarn reeled off. Here's wishing that
every honest man may sooner or later tackle a
Lucy as bonny and as good as mine, and may
there ever be Smuggler's Cave for him to pop
the question in