Telegram-herald., 1890-05-05

night. expectlrAs every moment . A. .
wreck. and every Dixht rhey ssw tie
dad boarsssln u AIS So chest tryiusg -
ses up with thaz, &aa they hsArd his
whistle above Ihe bl&sCs q Sina. AID be
seemed to sead great sees nac.anlsin high
sfler them. that would have swanped
TIE ship Il they lad not pSrs up the dead
Ezhrs Ana 81 a ~e1G on 10 they lost
sight of hlIa II The f9ss q Newfound
lad. Sad supposed be had veered ship
ana stood for Dead Nan 5 Isie. 10 n2ch
for burying nlGn AZ sea without sayiRg
PRAYERS over him.
Tie thunder gust which hsd hitherto
detained the company Was now At al
end The cuckoo clock IA n z hs.l struck
midnight; every ore pressed u depart,
for seldom was such = late hour tres-
passed On by theSs quiet burghers- As
they sailed forth they found the heavens
once more serene. The storra which
had lately Obscured them had rolled
away and lay piled up IN feecy masses
on the horizon, hghted up BY the bright
crescent Of the moon, which looked Ike
. silver lamp hung up in a palace Of
clouds.
The dismal occurrence Of the night
and the dismal psrrations they had
made, had left . superstitious feeling ia
every mind They cast fearful glance
at the spot whsre the buccAnesr had dis
appeared. almost expecting 70 see him
sailing on his chest In the cool moon
shine. The trembling rays ghttered
along the waters, but all was placid. and
the current dimpled over the spot where
he had gone down. The party huddied
together in a little crowd as they re-
paired homewards, particularly when
tAey passed lonely field where a man
had been murdered; and he who
had farthest 10 60 and had % com
plete his journey alone, though a
veteran sexton, and accustomed, one
would think. 10 ghosts and goblins, yet
went long way round, rather than pass
by his own church yard.
Wolfert Webber had now carried home
& fresh stock OF stories and notions 10
ruminste upon. His mind was all OF &
whirl with these freebooting tales; and
then these accounts Of pots OF money
and Spanish treasures. buried here and
there and everywhere about the rocks
and bays Of this wild shore, made him
almost dizzy.
Blessed ST. Nicholas" calculated he,
half aloud, lit is not possible 10 come
upon one Of these golden boards, and so
II Ill
How hard that | must go on, delying
and delving. day in and day out, merely
70 make a morsel of bread, when one
lucky stroke Of spade might enable me
70 ride in my carriage for the rest OF my
ife.p
AS he turned over in bis thoughts oil
that be had been told Of the singular ad-
venture of the black fisherman, his
imagination gave a totally different
complexion 10 the tale. he saw In the
gang of red caps nothing but crew Of
pirates burying their spoils. and his
cupidity was once more awakened by the
possibility Of at length getting on the
traces OF some of this lurking wealth.
Indeed. his infected fancy tingcd every
thing with gold He felt like the greedy
inhabitant of Bagdad, when his eye had
been CREASED with the magic ointment of
the dcrvise, that gave him to see al the
treasures of the earth. Caskets OF buried
Jewels, chests Of ingots, bags Of outland-
ish coins, seemed to court him from their
concealments and supplicate him to re-
I lieve them from their untimely graves.
On making private inquiries about the
grounds said to be haunted by father
red cap, he was more and more con-
flrmed in his surmise. He learned tha.
the place had several times been visited
by experienced money diggers, who had
/ heard Mud Sans story, though none OF
/ them had met with success. On the con-
trary, they had always been dogged with
/ Ill luck of some kind or other in conse-
ouence, as Wolfert concluded, of their
not goirg to work at the proper time
and with the proper ceremonials. The
last attempt had been made by Cobus
/ Quackenbos. who dug for whole night
and met with incredible difficulty, for as
fast as be threw ono shovelful Of earth
out Of the hole two were thrown in by
invisible hands. He succeeded so far.
however. as to uncover an iron chest,
when there was q terrible roaring. and
ramping, and raging Of uncouth figure
about the hole, and at length a
shower Of blows, dealt By invisible
cudgels, that fairly belabored him Of
the forbidden ground. This Cobus
Quackenbos had declared ON his death
bed, 50 that there could not be any doubt
Of il. He was a man that had devoted
many years of his life to money digging
and 1t was thought would have ulti
mately succeeded. had he not died sud
denly Of brain fever IN the almshouse.
Wolfert Webber was now IN g worTy
Of trepidotion and impatience; fearful
least some rival adventurer should get {
scent Of the buried gold. He determined
privately 70 Geek out the negro fisherman
and get him 20 serve AS guide TO the place
where he had witnessed the mysseriOui
scene OF intermeut. Sam was essil-
found: for he was one OF thoee old habit
ual beings that live about = neighbOr
hood until they wear themselves plac'
in the public mind. and become. in 1aan
ner. public characters There was not AZ
uul,Ickv urchin about the town that d,
not know Mpd Sam tho fisherman. aue
think that ne had right 70 play hi
tricks upon the old negro. Sam was Al
aDphibsoas Kind Of animal. sonsthin.
more Of ksh tAsn man; he bad led tA'
Efe Of an otter for more than haf I
century about the shores of The hay. a.,
the fishing grounds Of the sound u
passed the greater part of has time % au'
in the water, psrfic1 lsTlv about Hell Gate
ard rsight have been taken in "a