The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1898-05-31

crew brought into port as prize the YES
sci that had seized their own craft. greatly
TO the astonishment and chagrin of the
/ would-be captors.
Not the least dreaded of the water
/ sharks" who swarmed the ocean was the
! pirate. What thrilling tales the old sea
dogs used to tell of mysterious craft with
/ commanders whose boards rivaled in hue
| the black flags beneath which their wear
/ eIs sailed--of blood-washed decks and iron
! letters of lonely caves on uninhablted
shores. of chests fun of gold and glitter
| ing jewelsl over and over again they
would relate how me good brig New CJi-
! umba was boarded by a pirate crew in
among the Windward Islands. and how her
captain was then several times hung TO
the yard-arm until he was black in ;he
face, in the vain effort TO induce him 10
confess that he had a store of gold cCn-
cealed upon his ship and how, at last the
captain of the pirate became convinced
that his victim was telling the truth when
| he declared he had no money on board,
| and sailed away. leaving the stout old
brig TO pursue her way toward Warren
! unmolested. And they would tell how bold
Seth Barton, whose daring deeds upon the
IriVateeT Yankee have made his name IA
NOUS in Rhode Island, got the best OF a
Spanish pirate and the Spanish pirates
wife, too. Barton was in command of a
Warren vessel at the time-it was away
back IN the early part of the century. he
was off Natanzas, in company with two
other Rhode Island ships, when he sighted
suspicious looking stranger making to-
ward him. lie haied his companions all1
declared his belief that the newcomer WIS
a pirate. Let US keep together" cried
Barton, land we will capture her" But an
the last moment his comrades sailed away,
leaving him to his fate. Brave Barton felt
no lear Nearer and nearer came The NJ
rate. 'ier bowsprit was crowded With men
eager for the anticipated victory. So near
did she approach that her captain anG
Seth Barton looked into one another's
eyes. Earton bad a couple of small guns
aboard his ship, and he fred a vollcy that
raked the enemy fore and aft Then ne
dew his pistol from his belt, and The
spanish captain drew his pistol from has
belt. and the two men fired shot after
shot at che another, till at length the Nj
rate fell dead. And Seth Barton sailed Iner-
my homeward with the star spaugled
banner flying proudly from his mast
head.
There was. a sequel 10 this adventure.
on the occasion of Barton's next visit to
Matanzas he was invited to a fete given
by one of the officials of the town. During
the evening, while the festivities we're at
thelr night Barton noticed a young and
handsome lady accompanied by a black
bearded gentleman, who appeared 20 scru-
lnlze him with great attention AS the
couple passed him in The throng ne heard
the man say softly in Spanish: ''Yes. that
Is the person who killed your husband"
Seth Barton waited to hear no more. but
quietly sought his horse, saddled him ana
salloped' down 10 the harbor. where the
New Columbia lay moored. He had no
notion" the Old tars would say, chuclxljng
gleetuly, "of letting a woman get the best
of him. Catch Seth Barton ever nappngg'
Despite the pers by land and per,ls by
water most of the Warren West Indiamen
made prosperous voyages. The arrival of
one OF the stanch brigs was an occasion
of general rejoicing in Warren The bows
especially were hilarious. As soon as the
hogsheads of molasses were rolled on shore
and their bungs removed a bevy of ur-
chlns armed with sticks might be seen en-
gagged in the delightful pasdme of clicking
molarly." The boy who could transfer the
greatest quantity of the foaming Porto
Rlc' from mis- stick to his mouth in the
shortest period of time was the hero of the
hour To be sure, foreign substance. such
as splinters of wood and bits of gravel
often mingled with the molasses, but the
small boy swallowed them uncomplaining-
ly and felt no ill-effects therefrom. When
he had satisfied his appetite he presented
a sorry appearance, but unalloyed happi-
ness beamed in every feature. His next
movement was 10 fiji the big tin kettle
with which his mother had prudently sup
piled him ere leaving home.
The Old craft have vanished, the store.
houses and sail lofts and coopers' shops
have fallen TO decay, the wharves are
known only to coal schooners and oyster
boats, the roar of machinery has supplant-
ed the clink of the ship yard hammers
yet still the memory of her former mari
time glory fingers about old Warren, un.e
zone of Rhode Islands foremost sea-
ports"