The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-02-04
TIPTON, IOWA, FEBRUARY 4, 1869.

g The two men stood for a moment an
: gazed into the coffin. There was n
t dead man there, but in place thereo
Q there were materials for the death of
E score. The coffin was filled with gun
powder and pitchwood Upon a ligh
framework in the center were aaranget
, four pistols, all cooked, and the strin!
entering the coffin from without, com
, municated with the trigger o
each.
The first movement Of the commodore
was to call for water, and when it wa.
brought he dashed three or four buckets
full into the internal contrivance, and
then he breathed more freely.
mo, no. he uttered, rs he lesped
from the hold. No, no-my men. DO
nothing rashiy Let mo ro into the
cabin first. Iou may follow me-"
Commodore Tucker strobe into the
cabin, walked up to the bunk where his
passenger lay, and grasping hold of the
female dress, he dragged its wearer out
upon the floor. There was a sharp re-
sistance, and the passenger drew a pis-
toI, but it was quickly Knocked away
the gown was torn off, and the man
came forth from the remnants of the
calico and linen.
The fellow was assured that his whole
plot had been discovered and at length
he owned that it had been his plan to
turn out in the course of the night and
get hold of the ball of twine, which he
had left in convenient place; he then
intended to have gone aft, carefully un-
winding the string rs he went along;
then to have got into the boat, cut the
falls, and as the boat fell into the water
he would have pulled smartly upon the
twinc.
"And think you know" he contn-
ucd, with a WINGED look, "what would
have followed. | shouldn't have been
noticed in the fuss-Id have got out of
the way with the boat, and you'd have
been in the next world in short order.
And all | can say is, that I'm sorry
DIDN'T do it."
1t was with much difficulty that the
commodore prevented his men from
killing the villain on the spot. He
proved to be one of the encmy's officers,
and he was to have a heavy reward if
he succeeded in destroying the commo.
dore and his crew.
The prisoner was carried on deck and
Ia hnI fn 4, ~,
was told to remain until the vessel got
into port.
"What horrid death that villain
"les, he did, said Tucker, with a
shudder.
He belongs to tho same gang that's |
been a robbin' and burnin' the poor
folks houses on the Eastern coast |
said one Of the men.
YES said the commodore, with a |
nervous twitch of the muscles about his |
mouth.
a bitter curse from the prisoner here
broke upon the air, and with clutched !
fist the commodore went below.
In the morning, when Tucker came !
on deck, Seguin was in sight upon the |
starboard bow, but when he looked for
the prisoner, he was gone.
"Carter, where's the villain | lashed
here last night ~
I'm sure | don't know where he is,
Perhaps he's jumped over
board.n
The old commodore looked sternly in
Carter's eyes, and he saw twinkle o.
cleaning there. He hesi-
tated a moment-then he turned away,
and muttered to himself
"Well, WE'LL can't blame them If
the murderous Villains gone to death,
he's only met Il fate which he richly de-
served. Better far it be for him than
that my noble crew were now all in
oceans cold grave