The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1883-01-19
THE FEMALE PILOT.

An English brig of war lay off the south
ern shore of the Island Free, which is one
of the Inner Hebrides, on the western coast
of Scotland. And the brig had just captured
prize. She had been sent up after snug
glers, and had taken one Of the most notOrl-
ous of the smuggling crew-a stont, bold,
reckless man, named DCnald Kenmore He
was commander Of a smuggling vessel and
the chief spirit among the contrabaudsts Of
that section. When Kenmore knew that his
vesse! must be taken Il she remained above
the water, he deliberately Knocked a big
hole in her bottom and sank her where she
lay. His crew were sent off before he did
this, and they made their escape. He re-
tanned a light skih, hoping to make his es-
cape also. His daughter was with him, she
having refused to !eaYe the vessel before
him. They had just entered the skiff, and
while they stopped to see the old vessel go
down, boat came from the brig-of-war and
cut them off. 1t was too late to escape, and
Kenmore saw that resistance would be use
less, so he gave up with as good grace as
possible.
Flora Kenmore was eighteen years Of age,
and possessed all the rugged beauty Of ber
Highland countrymen. Her eve was large
and its glance could be as soft as the whis-
per Of love, or as piercing as the glare of an
enraged lion. She was not large I'm frame
far 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 most dearly, but coward would
have trembled before her. She was taken
with her father, and carried on board the
brig-of-war.
"Ah, Donald Kenmore uttered the CON-
mander of the brig, as the smuggler was led
to the quarter. deck, "you and have met
before"
"Ah, Captain Thornhin, we have" re.
turned the smugeler, in a calm, proud tone
Twice I have captured; but now your turr
has come"
"And think the people will thank me fol-
it, the Engishman said
"The people "' uttered Kenmore indig
nantly. "Say the peoples rltfersi No, sir
the people have been blessed by me too mucI
/ for that. Go ask the poor man upon who's,
/ table 1 have placed luxuries Of life at COS
/ which they could afford, if they will thanl
/ thee for taking their benefactor! No, Johr
ThOrnhill They cannot pay what the Brit
! tish lords would force from them to help in
/ sustaining an army Of nOblemen in luxuri
/ Gus idleness and Incidence. Go now, anf
4 ask the people, the producers of England an,
/ ScOtland-the ,Corbers-which has befriend
ed them-Donald Kenmore, or your sharp
nosed cruisers -
by me soul, sir smuRgler, you are elo
quent"
Because I am honest. But say, Captain
Thornhill what is now to be my fate ?'
81 should suppose you might Judge wa
Thornbilrs reply.
81 may guess, but I suppose you Nigh
know"
well, sir, can assure you that you wi
meet one Of the two fates you viii be eth
er transported for life or hung %
$50 I suppose said the smuggler Will
ont the movement of muscle.
The commander was now called to atteu
to making sail, and Donald Kenmore wa
led away forward and put in chains Flor
requested that she might be allowed to ac
company her father, and her request wa
granted. She was offered berth in.the ca
bin, but she chose to remain by her father
side.
-AbtNS di htul dilCi TIC orig ld0 mad
sail, the first lieutenant, q stout, coarse fe1
low, named Wooler, came mp to whore Flor
stood, and placing his hand upon her fai
neck, he asked her for a kiss. She starte
back, and while her eyes flashed fire. sh
drew a small pistol from her bosom an
cooked it,
Miserable dog" she uttered in a low firr
voice, dare to place your foul touch on m
again and you shall die 20
Tut, tut, my pretty bird, - cried Wooler
+ ''you wouldn't be so cruel" But his voic
trembled, and his frame shook with the nor
tihcation he tried to hide
Il think you will not tempt me, at al
events" the maiden replied, with bitin
irony
The lieutenant bit his lips, and his fist
were clenched but he had not the daring +
go further; so he turned away and Wake,
aft. From that moment the crew locke,
upon the maiden with admirati on. The
did not like WoOler.
1t was afternoon when the brig square,
away and as the wind was light and bafIlip,
she made but little headway. 1t was pas
I four o'clock when she passed Eraid, and h,
I that time the wind bad died almost IN
calm, but not a pleasing calm. The heaven
had grown dark, the air cold and pufipp