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followed i is related in Book VIZ.
Chap. =, Of the Chronicles, and is as.
follows: q
solutely bent, however, upon de-
Tending his beloved city lin despite ev-
en- Of itself, he called unto him his.
trusty Van COrlaer, who was his right.
hand man in all times of emergency.
Him did he adjure to take his War-de-
nouncing trumpet, and mounting his
horse, to beat up the country night and
day sounding the alarm along the
pastoral borders Of the. Bronx start
ling the wild solitudes Of Croton
aronsing the rugged yeomanry Of Wee.
hawk and Hoboken- the mighty men
OF battle Of Tappan Bay, and the brave
boys OF Tarryt0Wn, Petticoat Lane,
and Sleepy Hollow charging them,
one and all, to sling their powder. horns,
shoulder their fowling- pieces, and
march merrily down to the Manhat-
toes.
s'Now, there was nothing in all the
world, the divine sex excepted, that
Anthony Van Corlaer loved better
than errands of this kind. So just
stopping to take q lusty dinner, and
sbracing to his side his junk bottle,
we'll charged with art.inspiring Hol-
lands, heissned jollily from the city
gate, which looked out upon what is
at present called Broadway; sounding
a farewell strain that rung in spright-
ly echoes through the streets of Nieuw
Amsterdam. Alas! never more were
they to be gladdened by the melody of
their favorite trumpeter!
& "It was a dark and stormy night
when the good Antony arrived at the
Greek. (sagely denominated Harlem
fiper, which separates the island of
Manna.hata from the main land. The
wind was high, the elements were in
an uproar, and no Charon, could be
found to ferry the adventurous sound
er of brass across the water. For a
short time he vapored like an impa.
tient ghost upon the brink, and then
bethinking himself Of the urgency of
his errand, took a hearty embrace of
his stone bottle, sWOre most valorously
that he would swim across, Spuyt den
Duyvel, jim spite of the Devil.) and
daringly plunged into the stream. It
seems that his Satanic Majesty had
overheard the oath, and coming up
from this vastly deep, discovered, IN
the person of little fat trumpeter,
the daring individual who had braved
his power; and determined to exert it
to the utmost to destroy the presumpt-
uous mortal. Waiting until the luck
less wight had reached about the mid
die of the stream, he stirred the wa.
ters into such a cOmmOtion that the
poor fellow was obliged to yield the
contest. Struggling fiercely for the
victory, untilhe found that struggling
was in vain, he yielded to Inevitable
fate, and lay like huge bladder upon
the surface, until a huge wave, tow.
ering above all it's lesser companions,
came rolling towards him to over
whelm him in it's mighty volume. With
the ruling passion strong in death, he
put his instrument to his lips, and as
he eyed the incoming swell with eye
askance, gave one long, last, and vehe-
ment blast, and sank forever to the
bottom. t~@ ..i.-
s'The clangor of his trumpet, like
that of the ivory horn Of the renowned
Paladin Orlando, when expiring in the
glorious field of Roncesvalles, rang
far and wide through the country, a.
farming the neighbOrs round, who
hurried in amaZement to the spot.
Here an old Dutch burgher, famed for
his veracity, and who had been a wit
ness of the fact, related to them the
melancholy affair; with the fearful adj
dition to which [ ain slow of giving
belief that he saw the Duyvel, in the
shape of huge moss-banker. seize
the sturdy Antony by the leg, and drag
him beneath the waves. Certain it is
the place, with the adjoining promon-
tory which projects into. the Hudson,
has been called Spyyt den, Duyvel ever
since; the ghost of the unfortunate
Anthony still haunts the surrounding
solitudes, and his trumpet has often
been heard by the neighbors, of stor-
my night, mingling with the bowling
of the blast. Nobody ever attempts
to swim across the creek after dark:
on the contrary,>a bridge has been
built toguard against such melancholy
accidents in future; and as to moss
bankers, they are held in such abhor-
renee, that no true Dutchman will ad.
NIT them to his table, who loves good
fish and hates the DEVIL Such was
the end of Antony Van Corlaer-a man
deserving a better fate; and such was
the origin of the name by which the
creek is known among the descendants
of the Knickerbockers, even to the
present day. His loss was sadly de-
plored by Peter Stuyvesant and the
Nieuw Amsterdsmmers; but new
scenes and Incidents attracted their at.
tention and occupied their thoughts,
until the unfortunate trumpeter was
almost forgotten.
"A writer in the London Journal as
serts that the ''1iber,'' or '.silky lus-
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