Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1880-04-07
the FEMALE PILOT,

Oh The western cohht OF SeollAhu
J, And the brig had Just captured
|. prize. She had been sent up ATE
q smugglers, and taken one OF tho mos
|, notorious OF tho smuggling crew.
/. stout, bold, reckless man, named Do
! nald Kenmore. lie was tho CON
|, mander Of q smuggling vessel, and
tho ehiei spirit among tho contra
bandisis OF that section. When
Kenmore knew that his vessel must
be- taken II she remained above water
he deliberately knocked a big hole ip
her bottom, and sunk her where she
lay. Ills crew was sent OF before he
did this. aud they made their escape.
lie retained a light skifl, hoping to
make his escape also. His daughter
was with him, she having refused 10
leave the vessel before him. They
had entered the skifl, aud while they
stopped to sec tho old vessel 80
down, u boat came of from tho war
brig aud cul them Of. II was TOO
late to escape, aud Kenmore saw that
resistance would be useless so he
gave himself up with rs good grace as
possible.
Flora Kenmore was eighteen years
of age and possessed all the rugged
beauty Of her Highland countrywo-
men. Her eye was large, aud its
glance could be ~ soft as the whis.
pers Of love, or as piercing rs the
glare OF an enraged lion. She was
not large 10 irame--iar from it-but
she was stout and strong, and her
very step was the language Of pride
and self control. A noble man could
have loved her mos. dearly, but n
coward would have hembled with
conscious lit,leness before her. She
was taken with her father, and car
ried on board the wal brig.
"Ab, Donald Kenmore" uttered
the commander OF the brig, rs the
smuggler was led to the quarter deck,
'you and have met before
"Ah, Captain Thornbill, we have"
returned the smuggler, in a calm,
proud tone. "Twice have captured
you, bu, now your turn has come"
"And I think the people will thank
me for it," the Englishman said.
"The people!' uttered Kenmore
Indignantly. Say the peoples rul'
ers I! No sir ! the whole people have
been blessed by me too much tor that.
Go ask the poor man upon whose Ia
bles I have placed the luxuries Of life
at q cost which he could afford, ii
they thank thee for taking away their
benetactor! No, John Thornbill,
they cannot pay what the British
lords would take from them 10 help
sustain an army of noblemen in lux
uries, idleness and incidence! Go
now, and ask the people-the pro-
ducers of England and Scotland
the workers-which has befriended
them-Donald Kenmore or your
sharp nosed cruisersv
"By my soul, sir smuggler, You are
eloqueat!"
Because ! am honest. But say,
Captain Thornbill, what is now to be
my fate 7"
II suppose you might judge" was
Thornbill's reply.
Il may guess, but suppose you
might know"
swell, sir, l can assure you that
you will meet one Of the two fates
you will be transported tor life or you
will be hung |
$50 l suppose" said the smuggler,
without the movement of n muscle.
The commander was now called to
attend to making sail. Donald Ken
more was led forward and put in
chains. Flora requested that she
might bs allowed to accompany her
father, and the request was granted
Sac was offered birth in the cabin,
but she chose to remain by her ia
theirs side.
About an hour after the brig had
made sail, the hrst Lieutenant, astout
coarse fellow, named Wooler, came
up to where Flora stood, and placing
his hand on her fair ueck, be asked
her for kiss. Size started back, and
while her eyes flashed fire, she drew a
small pistol from her bosom aud
cooked it.
"Miserable dog!" she uttered in a
low, firm voice, "dare to place your
foul touch on me again, and you shall
die !"
/. sTut. tu., NV pretty b,rd,' cried
Wooler, "yoI wouldn't be SO cruel"
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