The Washburn times. [volume] (Washburn, Wis.) 1896-1976, 1902-10-16
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On the border line between New
York and Canada is a small sheet
of water overhung at one point by
a high cliff known as the Snug
gler's Shadow, concerning the ORR
gin Of which name is given the fol-
lowing singular story:
"What did you make Of them,
Burk ?"
'They are a s'picious looking
crowd, and I set them down as
United States officers"
''Jes' my Judgment, and I reckon
the boys had better be put on the
lookout"
Correct. Tell them to meet
down to Lingo's, and I'll be long
later. [ jes' wanter see if every
thing is all right at the Horseshoe"
Hadn't you better take one of
the boys long with you? YOU
''Bah! Do you think Burk Bran
don has lost the mettle of this good
right arm? No; I'll go to the Horse
shoe alone, and I'll come back, too,
in spite of them hounds of the law"
They were known as farmers by
the few settlers of that thinly pop
ulated country, though had the
truth been known they, with half a
dozen others, followed the more haz-
ardous and unlawful vocation of
smuggling.
The appearance Of several strange
men in that vicinity had naturally
enough aroused their fears. 1t had
been less than year since some Of
fcers had suddenly appeared search
ing for the smugglers supposed to
be lurking in that locality. Though
they had succeeded in throwing the
officials off their track then, it would
be more difficult to do it again.
Anxious each to 60 his way, the
precious twain separated, the young
er fastening to warn their associ-
ates Of the impending danger, while
the other bent his steps toward the
hiding place of their contraband
goods.
$50 the hounds think to smell
ne outp muttered the smuggler
chief as he followed his way. "Well,
mebbe they will, but more'n likely
they'll find that old Burk Brandon
has keener scent than theyp And
he smiled grimly, while latent fire
shone in his small gray eyes.
1t was already nightfall when he
reached by boat that part of the
lakes shore overlooked by granite
cliffs of considerable height, but the
moon had risen, so the smuggler
was enabled to pursue his course
without difficulty.
Winding his way amid the bowl.
ders that hemmed in his path and
then wading through a shallow pool
of water, he finally came upon a
spot where the cliff overhanging the
water in semicircle formed small
cove which could not be seen until
fairly reached.
A narrow shelf about midway on
the side of the precipitous ascent
offered foothold, and along this
Brandon unhesitatingly threaded
his course.
When reaching the toe of this
shoe shaped retreat, he gained an
opening in the rocky wall where the
curious pathway ended.
Entering within the dark recess,
he lighted lantern and began to
examine the place, which was in
truth nearly filled with such articles
as he and his confederates had con-
cealed there, hoping to dispose Of
them at their leisure.
poor FOOLS" he muttered, s'to
think that | shall run the risk of
staying in these parts longer.
Enough Of these valuables to make
me independent, and l am off this
very night. Ha, ha! Some of this
old wine will clear my head for the
work before me-"
Speaking thus to himself, with an
occasional potation of the liquor, he
passed perhaps half an hour in col
Letting the, treasures he wished to
take away with him. Then, with a
farewell look at the balance of their
plumber, he turned to retrace his
course.
Reaching the mouth Of the cav
ern, he found that the moon had
risen above the line of the cliff so
that its mellow light fell full upon
Horseshoe cove, lighting the place
to almost midday brilliancy.
Distinguishing the light, he was
about to step out on the rocky path
way when he started back with a
low cry.
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