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not to punish you"
"Ha ha, hal" laughed PETER. kiss
De Heer Petrus Stuyvesantl Why,
Elsie. he isn't a man; he's a unicorn"
At this remark Flip. who was quite
ready to quarrel with the interloper,
turned quickly. II cali that treason
TO the Prince of Orange" he said.
We'll. little Waxy," retorted Pieter
clips face was certainly very white),
you are not one Of the Prince Of
Oranges body guard, are your
Il am too loyal to say what you
have said-and hate you'll" answered
Flip, rs he again turned his back on
them
do not quarrel with Flip, pAsase"
said Elsie, '.for he is so kind to me-"
''Then l viii like him for your sake.
But about this box Elsie, sweetheart
poor Velvet died three years ago but
here is-the precious freight Of the
Great Gerrit-her babyI"
At this information the child almost
cried with sorrow and delight Another
boat being now about to leave the
ships bow Cousin Pieter put Elsie on
his shoulder, and, with bis green box
under bis arm, ran up the Here STRAIT
as fast as his burdens would allow.
Poor Flip was considerably out Of
sorts. OF a thoughtful, tenn
permanent, he was peculiarly sensitive
to the rebuffs which less impresSonable
children early learn to disregard. The
suriy cobbler appeared to him a BLACK
bogie," effectually barring the road
which leads from infancy to manhood,
while Cousin PETER became the swash-
buckler. whose duty in life it is to give
practical Illustrations of the superiority
of muscle and impudence to brain and
good manners
A harsh and stern voice at his side
reused him from his nominations:
"Ho, Dingleeeni Ho, Van Dycki
A pretty reception, thisl Where, think
ye. are the people7 In sooth, genus
ignavum, quod tecto gaudet ct umbra,
as Juvenal hath It; "A lot of drones
that in the shade sleep away their
daysr"
The speaker vas a man of medium
height and somewhat slight build,
whose thin, austere features were at
once those of a patrician and a soldier.
Nature had put upon him her stamp of
superiority, of which he by no means
appeared to be unaware. There was a
certain kindliness in his quick, blue
a-oa hnN - wrog a l.-N - Hs.1fs-.--
which gave the impression that behind
it lurked the power to make a noun
tain tremble. This remarkable man
and than Governor Stuyvesant there
are few more remarkable in our pre-
Revolutionary history-had bat a sin
gle leg of flesh and blood, one side Of
his nervou frame being supported by
a limb of wood. with heavy silver
bands. In conversation he had a pc
culiar habit of throwing in an coca
sional phrase of Latin, which might
have proved a source of some perpleIity
but for the free translation which usu-
ally accompanied it.
This is a singular affair" said Van
Dyck. They must have heard your
excellency's guns"
eff not" sharply replied the director,
with the blessing of God Wen drill
their earsi"
Flip's knees trembled as he heard this
threat; but priding himself as he did
upon his loyalty he felt it his duty TO
throw what light he could upon the
Fearing that his courage
would evaporate if he thought longer
upon the matter he fell upon his knees
before the nan of iron, his heart beat
ing wildly, and rattled of a string of
semiintelhgible sentences about Hog
brook, the Qnakers, the green box and
Cousin Pieter, concluding with an en-
preston Of his qualification that the
director general was not a unicorn. az
had been stated by the stowaway.
In the hustle succeeding the casting
of the anchor Cousin Peters fight had
not been fmpeded, and that the un-
rudeness of the people of
New Amsterdam in abseuting them
at this momentous time was in
some manner linked with young Van
derspiegel's previous arrival began to
dawn upon Stuyvesant and his aids.
Perhaps" suggested Van Dyck,
"the scamp has frightened the city
with this unicorn story, and they are
afraid TO approach your eIcellency."
The rage that thrilled every fiber of
the governors frame changed his pale
cheeks TO a crimson hue, but his won
derful self control enabled him TO speak
in a tone which was a strange eon-
to the tenor of his words.
Van Dinglegen," he said, 'let this
VanderspiegeI be hanged in chains at
sunrise"
Without a trial, my lord GOVERNOR
Certainly not" replied the imperi-
Gus Stuyvesant. 'Yoa forget, vice
director, that l have already tried and
convicted himT"
Dinglegen had learned sufficient Of
his superior's disposition 10 restrain any