The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1873-09-19

| and land, while the massive canes and
ruined towers seemed conscious of the
I calm, and the fibrous sod and strmted
trees gave forth their balmy perfume,
round Dunashod glided the two long, dark
/ barques.
| Steadily the blades rose and fell;
long and dangerous pun against the ebbing
/ tide
With his hand on the helm of the fore
most galley, Hackett of Dungarvon steer
ed the Algerine. Through the winding
channel, amid the dangerous reefs where
the Water Kelpies dwelt, until at last the
keels of the galleys grated upon the yel-
low sands.
In the golden sunset the town of Balti-
more had seemed to sleep, but deeper
sleep, stony trance; had come with mid
night.
All, all asleep within each roof along
| that rocky street, and even the aged
warder on the donjon tower of O'DriscoI
Castle had allowed sleep to seal his eye
lids and bind his senses as with a leaden
chain.
A stified gasp-a dreamy noise, and the
sabre Os the Algerine was crimsoned with
the fresh, warm Irish blood. From their
beds and to their doors the startled vic
tins rushed, to meet upon the thresholds
stone the cleaning steel, and the swarthy,
bearded face of the Moslem.
An hour after, the smoking ruins sprink-
led with blood, and the bleeding victims,
told of the dreadful work of Aehmet, we'll
surnamed the Red.
The old and help s the pirates slew; the
young and strong they reserved for fate
even worse than death, to serve the cruel
Turk in the arsenals by beauteous Dar-
danelles, or in the caravans by Mecca's
sandy plains.
The Lady Geraldine, pale as the marble
white, stood a helpless prisoner on the
galley, from the masthead of which fioated
the green banner, sacred to the descend
ants of the Prophet.
Again Hackett of Dungarvon steered
the galleys of the Algerine through the
narrow passage leading to the sea, until at
last they lay beneath the shadow of dark
Dunashod and the fee waves of the ocean
washed their sides. Then the traitor to
ised reward.
Loud laughed the pirate chief at the re-
quest.
''MemOry for service done by Christian
dog to the followers of the true Prophet
lasted not beyond the execution of the
deed. This dainty maiden I have marked
for my own; iron the slave and cast him
in with the rest -
The brow of the desperate man, who
had risked all for the prospect of revenge,
grew dark as the clotted blood upon his
blade; but MOslem hand ne'er touched
him, for as the turbaned warriors ad-
vanced to execute their chiefs behest,
quick as the plunge of the salmon, the
renegade darted into the foaming wave
and the oceans green mantle shielded him
from all pursuit.
''Let the dog gor' cried Achmet the
Red, in supreme contempt; the wave
his tomb, his fate, just reward for
treachery."
And then, with the light of conquest
shining in his dark eyes, the A1gerine ad-
vanced toward the hapless girl
a single second he clasped her by the
arm, and then she snatched a dagger
from his belt and stabbed him to the
heart. With a single groan, Red Achmet
lay dead upon the deck of his galley.
Limb from limb the pirates hacked the
Irish girl, but she died with a smile upon
her lips; with a single blow she bad
avenged the slaughter of her sept.
And Hackett of DungaIvon, cast up by
the ocean on to the land, fell into the
hands Of the men of Bandon, led by
Patrick Burke, burning to revenge the
ruth and slaughter. Upon gallows-tree
they swung the renegade, the wretch who
had steered the Algerine and given unto
ruin the city of Baltimore.