The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1888-07-12

Where are struggled articles usually
concealed!"
Everywhere. Anything will form a
hiding place. Fruit is perhaps the handiest
covering. Who would look for cigars in
pumpkin or for snuff in turnipt Yet
pumpkins and turnips, carefully lined with
wool, have brought any amount of tobacco
into this country
And jewelryp
No. Jewelry generally travels in boot
heels. The boots are specially made in
Paris. remember unscrewing one of those
heels in New York. "a shower of brilliants
fell all around me. There was fortune in
that little shoe.n
And gloves~
There was a famous lawsuit. you recol-
lect, against Frenchman who imported
gloves in his long Hessian boots. For my
own part | have generally found gloves in
trusses of hay. A tin box can lie snugly in
the center of a big truss of nay. Indeed
there is no article of merchandise which
the smuggler cannot turn to his purpose At
Liverpool they told me how, on a vessel
coming from Stettin in the Baltic, they
found cigars in casks of camomile flowers;
and elsewhere. cigars in cases of glue; to-
bacco in potato sacks; tea lying on furze
bushes waiting to be shipped; tobacco
slowed away in loaves of German bread;
to say nothing of boat drifting in the
harbor with fifty barrels of snuff in it,
Are the purchasers usually aware OF
the smuggling
They are generally proud of it. Enter
club smoking room. Note with what
pride your juvenal host offers you a cigar
cite OF the finest Turkish tobacco. Tobacco,
dear boy, he says, that would be cheap at
$40 pound But can you afford such a
pricer Hush he whispers, 1T costs me
only dollar. Struggled dear boy, SNUG
gled.' The youth has been hoaxed by his
tobacconist. He is smoking native tobacco
with tiavoring of cheap Turkish or Egypt
lan." ........ 90. o.. -. .
And the ladiesW
The ladies are born smugglers. They
think it no harm to defraud Uncle Sam.
They are rabld free-traders. They will
hide jewelry in their hair; wrap laces round
their bodies; pack their husbands cigars
among their petticoats. The commonest
device Of the feminine smuggler is the
talse-bottom trunk. In a box filed appar
entity with cheap ginghams and calicoes
may lie the finest dress That Felix can pro
duce.n
Are dress makers the principal cul-
prits"
'Tailors are just as bad. Their customers
compete with them. Tag goes to Rag at
the club and says: You're going to London,
old man. Bring me back SIX pairs of
trousers from Poole All of Rags club
friends give him a similar commission.
Rag has to bring back about 100 pairs of
trousers. He divides them among his
trunks With a small douceur he gets
them safely through the custom house.
Hence Snip, the tailor, would be ruined if
he did not smuggle too"
And the wine merchantH'
The wine merchants find it harder And
besides, why smugg,e if you can adulter-
ate! Pure wine is only known to those
who live near the vineyards"
And the picture doalerSF'
Their smuggling is merely erasing the
name of the painter or otherwise disfgur-
ing the work until it has passed muster
No; the leading smugglers, as | said, are
people of fashion. They smuggle instinct
lively. No matter how rich the man, he
loves to bring over few diamonds surrep-
ttiously. No matter how honest the woman,
she loves to fill her trunks with new dresses
for her friends"
HAS smuggling as trade died outF
Not at ALL VIII Watch, the bold snug
gler, is not as daring as he used to be- But
he still plies his trade i'll sailing vessels
along the coast. | have seen ladies of the
highest social rank in summer res 1rts Of
Jersey receive visits from women bringing
silks and laces which the purchasers knew
to be smugged. Their husbands would say,
Take care, my dear. 1t means humping
fine If you are caught Wen risk it,
they would reply. We make profit
enough by the transaction to cover far more
than the fine"
where do the Jersey smugglers livee"
They have cottages on the shore; bleak
huts which a seagull would disdain to
alight upon. | remember how we raided
jim AldonS place CasSowary jim, they
used to call him. We saw him enter the
hue tk-OD
bundles of Struggled cigars. We broke
into the hut, but Jim and his friends were
gone. Where! There was an clubhouse
connected with the hut. 1t was as empty
as the hut itself. 1t had no article of furni-
ture but seaman's chest. There was no
trace Of hiding place"
"How did the smugglers escapeP'
81 sent my men away, bidding them
make as much noise as they could Then
l waited in the dark; waited for hours:
waited as silent as death. A last heard
scratching. The sound came from the
chest in the clubhouse. The bottom of the
chest was lifted. Cassowary Jims head
appeared. The coast is clear, bows. l
waited for no more. l escaped in the dark
ness.
what happenedW
1--WE ralded the hut next morning. The
bottom of the chest concealed trap, The
trap led to a subterranean vault There
we found stores of cigars and gallons of the
best French brandy"
Are these hiding places common
Quite common. One Of them we opened
by a ring in a stable. The horses had been
tethered to that ring for years, and nobody
had suspected what was hidden behind it,"
'And are the tragedies of smuggling as
frequent as of old1'
mo, | only witnessed one real tragedy
That was OF Bar Harbor, Me. Among our
revenue officers was young fellow named
Harry, handsome and bright, who bad run
away from home, somewhere down south.
We had heard that family of smugglers
had just settled down in Bar Harbor, and
we were on the watch for the head of the
family, whose name we never knew IL WIS
an awful night. Through the storm l
could see the forms of women standing On
the rocks of Mount Desert
What were they doing"
"Watching for the smuggler's vessel. /
reached their hut alone, just as they got
home; found they we're the smuggler's wife
and daughter; said | was a stranger, and
asked shelter for the night. A few min
utes later the smuggler burst into the room;
a fine, hearty old man. His wife rushed
into his arms. He threw her away from
him. Let me alone said he; there's
blood upon my hands A clamor was
heard at the door. The revenue officers
rushed in and arrested the smuGgler. What
has he doneF cried. He has Killed one of
our boys Not Harryp Yes. Harry
The wife and daughter shuddered at the
name. Harry's body was brought in, his