The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1871-02-03

of some moments ensued among tho
other combatants, who suspended the
work of death to witness q contest on
which so mnch was depending. AT last
British valor rose triumphant, and the
pirate dropped mortally wounded upon
the deck.
"Capt. Bowden forever" shouted
Arson, as the blood spouted from the
mouth of the marauder mixed with cur
ses and excavations, while he few to
finish the work of death upon the re-
mainder. Anson's brave cry carried
him so far that he was surrounded, and
blow was aimed at him which would
have speedily sent him to Davy's Lock
er, had not blow of my sabre dropped
the fellows head from his body, and hii
spouting trunk fell lifeless to the deck.
"That fellow is anchored where he
wont slip his cable these hundred years.
cried Arson, as he gave the head kick,
which sent it across the deck; but
never let me taste the roast beef of old
England again, if l don't believe that
YOU have welded the sabre before now
Every likely, my good fellow" l re.
piled, but before we think of roast
beef we must rid the vessel of these
villains"
Have at the rascals them" shouted
Arson, as he thrust his sword to this
hilt through the body of huge negro,
and before he had time to drop, seized
him and threw him into the ocean,
"The sharks may have him and welcome,
if they can stomach the black dog: !
won't have such sinking fellow on the
Cleopatras decks" said Arson, as the
waves splashed against the vessel from
the negro's fall. Arson, however, had
no time for soliloquizing for he was
confronted by a tall, weazel faced
Frenchman, whose rapid thrusts and
skilful manouvres it required all his at
tention to meet. At last, thin as was
the mark Anson's sabre hit, and the
Frenchman fell.
Cursed poor p said Arson, as he
placed his foot on the fallen foe and ex-
tricated his weapon chin as your frog
soup-a fellow might read the Assem-
bly's catechism through you.
At this instant another vessel which
was within few miles at the commence
ment of the struggle, and which as the
firing commenced, had approached US
rapidly, now neared us sufficiently to
enable us to discover, that, like the YES
sci with which we were already engaged,
she was Pirate. When she was with
in fifty yards of us, her crew gave a
shout, which was instantly echoed from
our first assailants, and our decks were
again crowded with a motely crew of
desperadoes. "There is but one alter
native" said Capt. Bowden, to me tive
must conquer or die-our situation is
indeed desperate, but it cannot be SO
bad as to be hopeless" So saying he
put himself at the head of few rem ain
inc, and few they were; for of the
brave men who were so cheerful and
happy in the morning, but six or eight
were left-thc rest lay mixed with the
foes who were piled in slaughtered
heaps around. Our charge was MUIR
derous, and the screams of the wounded
and groans of the dying were heard
above the dash of the waters, the din of
the conflict, or the shouts of the COM
batants. The tide was quickly turnedp
and the deck was on the point of being
speedily cleared, when figure of the
most athletic appearance, his face COW
cred with blood from sabre wound in
his head, around which a handkerchief
was tightly bound, and his features dis
torted with rage, leaped from the deck
of our first opponent and a sabre in
hand rushed upon Capt. Bowden.
Curse on your cowardice !" cried he
to his followers "shall two men drive
you to the devil ?" If you want the
whole prize fight, if not wait till you
arc obliged to share it with Laftte."--
The conflict was terrible. As Arson
endeavored to parry blow aimed at
Capt. Bowden, the buccancer by sud-
den wheel of his sabre severed the