The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1872-08-25
was mn Il was buk q brief space Raising his
tomahawk and ninging before him


recumwah jumped over the burningwall and plunged
orward through smoke and flame. Flanders naa
N the meantime thrown himself swora III no manu.
While she recognizing the familiar voice and war
whoop OF her father; swung herself round to I'M
put the Temporary curtain OF smoke burst Tecum-
wah like tiger, and, aiming his terrible tomahawk
1t Flanders, missed him and
from her body In the next moment-for all these
Incidents were but the work OF mOments-Flanders'
er ssnd we a On ne
floor OF the fort together. Unnerved and over
thrown the Captain was made prisoner,
and on being told that he had killed the
father OF his Viola he burst from his captors,
plunged through the woods and drowned himself
In the dark lake In the valley. His body was never
found and now the rural superstition. believed in
true as Revelations Is that at midnight the awful
tragedy is enacted over again. and the air 1ed
with the wild grief OF the father and the Inflated
lover, while the severed
HEAD OF THE HAPLEsS MAIDEN
rolls =, with lightning speed up and down the woods;
with the FORT but the crop Of modern yarns is past
counting and the fun Is, the more outrageous they
nne day party OF young bloods from New York.
who had been out fishing aud caught enough to
make meal, hauled up their boat at the spot
where Loyd's dock now stands. They proceeded
short distance north on the strand OF Lloyd neck
to select good place for cooking al Jresco sup
All s ana ,he ss 20 , Ss esv hed
pitched their tent directly
UNDER THE HAUNTED FORT,
they started to cook their plsCatOral meal ana
open their hampers OF champagne, II they had any,
The time passed pleasantly until nearly shutdown,
when one OF the party, named Alck Gadsden. who
Ia still living proposed to climb the steep hill above
to catch the last glimpse OF the setting sun. He
had poetic taste. The rest had little turn for SEN
timent, and Gadsden was left TO make the ascent
on his own hook. 1t was tresome job, as anyone
may find who essays the task to-day. An hour
rolled by and gave no sign OF Gadsden's return. IL
was growing late, and a controversy sprang up as
to which was the most active man OF the party to
start and summon the truant fisherman back
his boat Being ss or ess
1t was finally concluded that all should 60 together
The head OF the column; on reaching the 'front.'
ditch OF the fort halloOed for Gadsden, but no re-
Spouse came back The party then scattered to ex'
pl0re, and soon
was heard from one who had proceeded to the ex-
treme limit OF the fort overhanging the lake, where
an old bewitched apple tree now stands: There
was Gadsden hanging by his heels from the
branches, stark naked, and corn cob stuck In MS
mouth.
He was taken down and found utterly uncon-
scious. Strange hieroglyphics, done In something
like burnt cork, were distributed over his skin.
His almost liieess body was hurried at great speed
to the boat, and by vigorous use OF sttmulants-
brandy principally-he was brought to before
reaching New York. Gadsden's story was that he
o %Ss like de
such as are seen In the neuralgia pills circulars
They danced round him. kicked him numerically
his head, pulled of his store clothes and then
pitched him three times into the old apple tree,
that he might hang BY his heels an attitude that
crous. Then Gadsden, being nearly unconscious.
thought he saw them vanish in smoke-very likely
come down to later times when the mysteries Of
Fort Hill present US with phases alike OF tragedy and
comedy. Here might as well indicate the
LOCATION OF FORT HILL
and the inlet on which 1t stands. The D. r. Martin,
Capt. Clhrke which leaves the foot of Market street.
sSoH s sn along the ppns
first at City Island, where the negro pirate was
hanged many years ago. The scenery along the
emily, however, at distance OF about thirty miles
from New York, we sight the bold headland Of
yds NGs The stranger on the boat at
deep indentations OF the coast line Near us Is the
inlet that takes Its devious way to the beautiful
villages Of oyster Bay and Bayville,
Half lost in the liquid azure bloom Of sea-
The silent sapphrespanyled marriage ring OF the land
We soon come abreast OF q deep, wide, naked
decvit Of land from which the yesture Of
remote period, and exposed huge sandbank,
Whatever In the dark and silent night 1t is almost
as luminous as lighthouse beacon to the wayfaring
mariner Now the steamer wheels to starbosrd,
smoothly over the liquid mirror OF the inlet, is
ee e e
haunted house, standing on the ground that Ro-
GhambeaIs meet sought In vain to capture; where
of his daughter Viola; where Gadsden, filled with
his love OF sunset glories, found himself stripped
rious and blackguard set Of imps; where innumer-
able farmers have seen their favorte horses turned
into roofing hogs, cows disappear up maple trees,
goats mounted on snake fences reading the NEW
YORK HERALD by moonlight with god-bOwed spec.
tacles mules taking lessons in gymnastics, the old
spring well turned into an everlasting barrel OF
whiskey and innumerable Incidents beside, that
are familiar as household words to the natives Of
Lloyd's Neck and to those for forty miles around.
GOING UP THE INLET.
The steamer stops at Lloyds dock to relieve her
self Of dozen or so Of passengers, some Of them
tered about here, whose hands are generally in
their pockets and nothing in their pockets but their
hands. The rest are New Workers, few who
others who seek In the mystic atmosphere OF this
strange land rest and bodily resuscitation. We are
Tn pt9
lowed Az azure inlet The shores begin to narrow,
in puzzle to say on which we should
care to cast our lot for life. A pier
standing above 1t on the hillside, tell us we are
coming to spot where some among the passengers,
eschewing the gayeties and fashion of the regular
summer resorts will disembark and rest content
edIy for time. The pier is freighted with an ex-
pectant group OF lightly costumed ladies, who have
run down from the hotel to crafty an innocent
curiosity or to meet father husband, beau or
brother. Eight ten well-dressed males go ashore,
and presently the steamer, like welltraned driv-
ings and makes crescent line for
Jones' dock, near Cold Spring. Here is
the last landing In the inlet and the most interest
ing. The sun Is dipping low. A tender haze rests
softly as angels wings on the distant horizon of
the Sound. Before u.s. as we steer straight for
Jones' DOCK is high and wavy range OF hills. The
line breaks In front OF US; glen appears running
low down to the waters edge, and here, nesting
amid the h peaks half hid amid the foliage is the
itself brightly against the background OF the green
hilsides. No other house appears near. II is alone
amid the silence OF the woods but the crispng rip
pies Of the sea are at hand, and up and down
stretches the calm blue inlet inviting peace repose
and heavenly harmony. There Is hustle for a while
on the long pier. There is coming and going Of
vehicles streaming out OF passengers, a showing
to and fro Of freight for this little place and that
The hotel has sent down all its human life to wit
ness the great event Of the day-the arrival OF the
steamer. The old Frenchman who has been irving
for years to master the linguistic difference between
sHow Is that for high" and "How Is that for my
selr Is on hand, clad in linen suit and pair Of