The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1882-03-04

Gle of furniture was broken; the walls were
marks of bullets; the sturdy flooring was torn
up, and strewed with muskets, cutlasses, and
shreds of clothing.
"Go back to your room, my Dolly" said
Charlwood. this is no sight for woman. l am
all right now."
So Dolly retired, and the lieutenant went out
In the garden lay in row halfa-dozen corpses
the snow was torn up and scattered in all direc-
tions. even the bushes were broken. Logsdail
met him.
1--WE thought you was dead sir" he said
"the men will be mad with joy when they
know you are all right"
"Tell me all about it, Logdsail," said Charl-
wood.
"Well sir" said the boatswain, afore we
had time to alarm you the beggars had started
their business Old mounseer there played a
VERY deep game, leastways as regards you, but
we weren't to be took in. There must have
been hundred of 'em They landed in the
snowstorm, from that schooner you remember we
sighted tother day. They ran about fifty bar
rels up to the house, afore we heerd 'em. They
did fight like reg'lar devils, sir. should think
we was at it for a couple of hours, all the way
up from Quelley Bay to the house, sir. P'raps
you'd like to see who we nabbed, sir, as pris-
ners. This way, sir"
Charlwood followed Logsdail to the stable, and
there he saw the Rev. Mr.. Carey and DR.. Windle,
tied up, under the guard of a blue-jacket. They
were clad in sea-coats and wore big boots, and
were as unlike orthodox members of learned
professions as could be imagined.
"Them two sir" said Logsdail, "fought as
well as any of 'em. If that 'un," pointing to the
parson, "uses his tongue as we'll as he does a
cutlass, he'll do lot of good at Botany Bay"
"How many men have we lost?" asked the
lieutenant.
"Halfa-dozen killed outright, sir" answered
Logsdail, "and round dozen wounded. Poor
Tom Hoadley got bullet in the mouth, and
there amt one of us but has got a mark or two
some of 'em pretty ugly Ones"
"And you've let none of the runners escape?"
asked Charlwood
"Not one sir" answered Logsdail; "halfa-
dozen of em tumbled over the cliff, another half
dozen tried to get off in their boat, but we sank
her before she got ten yards from the shore. The
old man and his daughter carried you to the
house; he was so savage with her for screaming
that we thought he'd have killed her. Then he
stood at the front door blazing away with his
pistols, until some one fetched him a cut on the
head and some one else put a bullet into him, and
between the two he fell, swearing away like
good 'un in his own furrin lingo"
why did they carry me away?" asked Charl
wood
"Lor, sir" answered the boatswain, "your
lamp was bowled over, and the whole place
burnt to nothi~~ - 1c~~ than ten minutes arter
you was tool nted to leave you but
miss, she sal v ID shoot him if he did,
and it's my n..uu ulaJ sned have done it, for she
catched hold of one of your pistols, and looked
like young tigress, so said poor Tom Hoadley."
To cut long story short, by the failure of
this last desperate effort of the smugglers,
deathblow was dealt to the trade of Tregannion.
The place, in fact, ceased to be inhabited; the
landlord of The Brig took himself to more
lucrative sphere; the quay gradually rotted
away; no fresh appointment was made to the
cure of Tregannion, and in a few years all that
was left was the preventive station on the cliff.
Dolly, by the death of her father, was left
homeless, and, with the exception of Lieutenant
CharlwOod, friendless. So, of course, he obtained
an early leave of absence, took her home with
him, and the same Gazette which announced his
captains appointment set forth, that he had
made her his wife. When he left the service, in
course of time, John Logsdail quilted also and
became butler to his old commander, and many
of times had they to relate their respective
adventures upon that Christmas night