East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1865-07-26

ing sun; 1t was almost insupportable
III complained Of my head, and tn
merciless villains gave me a paper cap
: and lest the wind should blow il iron
: off my head they fastened it TO m,
{ scalp with bailing pitch But the de
sire of revenge supported me beneatl
all their torture. / again escaped
and at length found myself at tn,
siege Of Carthagena, in the commant
i Of gunboat. Here / signalized my
} self by many deed of blood, and af
ter the capture of the place obtained
} a captains commission and the cam.
! mand of a fine brig. 1 was ordered
to convey several of the Spanish no.
! bility with their property to the island
of Curacao, and accordingly set sail,
but steered my course directly for St
Ann. On the passage / called my
crew together and informed them we
had on board upwards of two millions
OF dollars belonging to the Spaniards,
who were our natural enemies, and
inquired If they were disposed 10 LEI
so fine a prize slip thus easily through
their fingers; They caught greedily
at the glittering bait, and with one
voice exclaimed ''Set the Spaniards
adrift Land them on some desert is
landw Having thus obtained their
consent to an act which equally impE-
Gated all, j resolved upon my future
course, and took measures according
4 ly. That night, while the passengers
were asleep in their berths, / dispatch
cd them : successfully with my own
hand, and launched them through the
cabin windows--=they told half score
towards the fulfillment of my oath.---
We arrived at st. Ann, and anchored
off the island at night. 1 immediate
y landed with a boats crew of cho-
sen rufRans, and proceeded undiscov-
cred to the house of Gonzales. On
the way we met his son, lad of some
sixteen years who 1 compelled to con-
duct me to his fathers bedside,a where
I found him buried in the arms of
sleep. There he lay the object Of my
souls most bitter hatred! Did 1
strike him then9 did / send him
slumbering into eternity? No, no! 1
aroused him he saw me stand over
him, with my dagger at his throat,
and his craven soul almost burst with
terror from his glaring eyes. Oh!
what a delicious moment was that to
mel He spoke no word, but gagged
and bound, l had him speedily on
board, whilst my crew sacked and set
fire TO the town, the hateful scene of
my early degradation. Yet was there
one bitter pang TO be endured--but
twas only for a moment. Ere / left
the island, the daughter of Gonzales
came--she whom / loved so we'll, on
her knees she besought me 'spare,
oh lispare my father! you loved me
once" cay! but L love no longer
Revenge has absorbed my soul, there
is no room for alove-away %, 4 saw
her no more. AS for the governor, l
had him whipped until he implored me
in mercy to plunge my dagger in his
heart; no such mercy for him the
scourge was piled while he had aught
of sense or feeling left, and then we
gave him TO the sharks. Why do
you shrink as IL in horror2 Think
you was an iota more than reveng-
ed? He was but one of the doomed
hundred. Well, for this act 1 was
outlawed by the government and COM
menced a cruise upon my own ac-
count. The few remaining hours of
my life would not suffice to tell 1.-THE
of my adventures, perils and escapes.
Three times l have been prisoner;
but stratagem or gold were ever po-
tent to loosen bolts or bars. Once /
was tried for my life at N O., but
the glittering of the shining ore dim
med the eye sight of my Judges, and
they could discover no spot of blood
upon my hands. Five years L roved
the terror of the seas but now, what
all the art and power of man have
failed to do, the never-ceasing tumults
of a guilty mind haved one = cut short
my mad career. Long since 1 felt the
hand of death upon me; and like the
wounded tiger that seeks some gloomy
den wherein to die. .hither / came
without associate OF friend, but this
my little creole nurse. Chance has
made us acquainted. / have con6ded
to you tiie outlines of my history it
will serve as tale TO while away q
tedious hour, and make your hearers
stare. And now grant me one favor
when l am dead, living 1 ask none -
bury me in the sea full twenty faith
oms deep. / have. Give me some
drink-my mouth is parched-my
brain is in a whirl Ha! that pang
death is here-I feel it about my
heart. Well, why should 1 live? and
yet to die with such q load of guilt -
hush-hush !-aspeak not to me, / know
what you would say--but tits all in
vain. That's death TO mel / have
braved him a thousand times-+why
do shrink 20 now? A heavy mist
comes gatheringover my sight Who
are these? Off, off! why do you let
them come 80 class p" With des-
perate effort he raised himself upon
his couch, seized with a convulsive
grasp my hand gazed on me for q
moment with terrified and ghastly
glare, and then fell back exhausted on
his pillow. His distorted features
gradually relaxed (; the wild express
sion of his eye slowly assumed a plac-i
id look, and something like smile
played about his lips--the pirate was
no more. io y-'niaif 5.!i gi iH3msiisz0
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EE There are but four Revolu-
tionary pensioners living: Lemuel
Cook, born in Connecticut September
10, 1859; Samuel Downing, born in
NewnYork, November 81, l761; James