Fairhaven herald. [volume] (Fairhaven, Wash.) 1890-????, 1891-07-29
THE sMuaaLRR's PRIDE
The Brief Story of Kelly the smugglsr
and HIS Boat

and HIS Boat
Down near the old dock there lies
moored trim looking little sloop
painted white, stern pointed as well as
bow. with clean cut sides and rakish
mast. The sloop like many man and
woman, too, has history and one that
may not prove undressing. Form
erly the property Of Smuggler kelly ",
and engaged in many lawlesS feats, she
is now devoted TO pleasures ways and
sails in peaceful paths. But the little
craft has witnessed many stormy
times and encountered the hercesI
winds that blow over the waters OF
the Sound.
Smuggler Kelly was well known all
over the Pacific Northwest as an IN
trepid and daring smuggler OF opium,
and 10 is said that did a good freight
of live Cinnamon offer he was not
averse to picking them up in some
quiet spot in the Queens domain and
landing them swiftly and silently at
some sequestered point in Uncle sam
broad territory Uncanny are the
tales told of the smuggler and his live
freight. He would only carry them
tied up in great burlaps, and II by
chance hard pressed by a revenue
cutter and stormy seas, for only when
gale was blowing would Kelly
venture out on his Chinese mission,
the helpless Cinnamon would be CON
signed to the ruthless deep. If this
be so. how many spOOks OF drowned
Celestals nightly visit the couch of
the Smuggler, their pigtails wet and
Shiny with the OOZe of the CayernS of
the sea? Kelly had his headquarters
on Sinclair island, where he had
a ranch, and crossing to the
Canadian side he would secure
cargo Of "dope, and when a gale
was brewing only would he put TO sea
He was the torment Of revenue ON
GERS, and 10 was always his boast thai
he would never be caught on the
water. And he never was. Once
when hOtly chased by "A revenue cut
ter, he steercd his little vessel through
narrow channel among the Islands
The cutter came on, the smoke fairly
belching from her smoke stack and al
sails set, but the steamer dare moi
enter the churning channel, but thu
officers thought his capture was onll
deferred for a short time. They
would steam around the island anC
bag their game on the other side
The wind was blowing terriicaly, bu
the Smuggler, undaunted, turned hi
craft and ran into his island home
cached his booty, and when the reve
nue. men appeared, he sat calml,
smoking his pipe under his own vine
and asked them what they wanted
Contraband opium or Cinnamon, dea,
or alive, was never found in Kelly
possession, when he was at home o
the ocean.
For fifteen years he carried on tn
business. and the last six years he wa
aided By the fast sailing and good sc
qualities Of the little craft now moo
ed in the harbOr. With her he set I'll
law at defiance and laughed almost i
the faces Of its officers. But at HON
on the sea. he was a lubber on lanC
and with opium in his possession, h
was arrested on a train between T;
come and Portland, i'm April Of tn
year. Smuggler Kelly now enjoys III
scenery, or what he can see Of il, ;
McNeil's Island, where he is paying
three years penalty for being fOun
with opium in his possession.
A HERALD scribe sailed in Il
yacht made famous by the note
smuggler, a night or two ago. II
is innocent, modest and trim-loOkir
enough, and no one would think tn
the harmless little vessel was once Z
alder and ahettOr Of the most daril
smuggler on Puget sound. But 5
can sail. She glides through the "
ter like a thing Of life, and Comm
dOre Max kuner, than whom there
no more enthusiastic yachtman, sa
she is like the sea-gull and fOliOwi
the same idea il may be said Of bot
that the winds may blow and t
waves run high, but she fears =
wreck nor need, for she "rides t
crest of fOaming sea as a strong m
rides his steed" Such is the story
Smuggler Kelly and his pride.