The daily morning journal and courier., 1903-07-17

Pilgrims Progress, made a grand fight He would seize them and ring their necks and throw them down the bluff into the sea until they covered the sea for acres and acres. Poor fellow, he probably had yearly attack of asth- ma, which the saltwater air relieves. He was as proud of his victories as was St. Paul and quite as boastfuI. After eating a hearty breakfast he would wash off his war paint, give thanks for the prayer which he claimed had been to him shield and buckler, and as he said, go back to the field of battle and I rest the rest of the saints,' having fought the good fight and come off con- quered.
 At one time we boys went down to the Palisade to view the field of bat tle," and having in mind the Biblical story of the bedeviled swine, viz, And the herd ran violently down a steep place into the sea (they were about two | thousand9 and were choked in the sea" I We expected to see the cove filled | with floating earcasses from Fort Hale to the Lighthouse, and the ground cov- \ cred for roods and rods with dismem- ! WI AliSJ oot OiAly tO -SCC s5SAlS POCA I fellow fast asleep in the nooke known as Saints Rest When rested up he would return to his home in Windham county, taking the middle of the road, striking his breast and singing with a loud voice his peans of victory, Ohi shout the glad tidings, &e. When asked where he was going he would an swer, Going until I stop, if it takes ! until the millennium" Now down the hill to the Pirates Vale''-a fair vale shut out by Arcadian hills, woods and sea from the rude world. Where is now the rustic pavilion in my boyhood was Lone of natures cozy nests. The hills covered with oak and chestnut and the vale covered with large cedar trees made twilight at monday.
 A path ran down to the water, where was a spring, the delight of thirsty boys and girls, where the fishers and clam combers filled their jugs and mel lowed their New England rum.
 But now all is changed; the butchers and manglers of nature came in the form of a Copper company, cut away the trees, filled up the spring and left it shorn of it's glorious locks.
 I Civilization seems to have the same |lspite for natural beauty that the early Christians felt towards everything beautiful in art or nature. It was called the Pirates Vale" because t tradition claimed that Captain Kidd, who was hung in Boston Ca famous pi- IIrate) buried here chests and casks of gold.
 K Our school was dead broke, not a penny on the play ground to match with, and our credit gone, with old 'Huldy, the ginger cake woman who stuttered,' and to encourage her sales would always tell us that ginger was ''so good for the bow-ow-ow-els." One bright boy. who in after years was fa- nous for having bought the stuffed ele- Ephant from the old Olive street muse- un, suggested we dig for Kidds gold. So Saturday afternoon the clan gath cred with all the shovels, hoes and 5l picks available. expecting to return home staggering under the weight of l Spanish doubloors, all millionaires. One of the boys took an extra pair of trowsers with the bottoms of the legs strapped together. Two of the fellows I monopolized the school wheelbarrow, ,l and others the ash pails and wash ba- sins and fire buckets to be filled with sl Spanish dollars. We had dug and aI picked and shoveied as never worked Trojans to rebuild the walls of Troy. We boys worked all the afternoon into the twilight, when we heard a most un- earthly voice: it seemed to come from the very bowels of the earth
 Then there was such a scuttle. New CT did did bevy Of quail scatter as did those boys through the woods, the salt marsh, I ditches, dykes and swamps until we sl reached the school grounds. but in such 3l a plight; sans hats, sans shoes, sans everything but the natural boy. The next day was spent in looking up lost apparel, as the wood and swamp was like unto second hand clothing shop. l The truth of the matter was far mer came to the brow of the hill for his cows, and as was the custom in those days, he gave the COW call for them to come to the bars, viz: Coff-coff- Co-off, which we mistook for the blas- phemous rage of Kidd's ghost; no doubt we were getting very near the chest of gold, covered with gore.
 Our old time nurses were prolific in tragic story and song. suppose for the purpose of frightening children into a willingness to go to bed early, where they could cover up their heads and feel safe. It having been impressed upon their mind that the only real safe place was in bed and fast asleep Among the many tragic songs sung to children was the so-called confession of z Captain Kidd, one stanza of which was as follows.
 ttAs a. sailed, as sailed
 I murdered Captain Moore,
 And I buried him
 In his gore e-gore-gore;
 And I buried his
 Golden ore in his gore-gore- 5l gore.
 And buried his
 Golden ore in his gore gore N gore.
 So gore was in our minds and every , mud-hole and ditch that we fell into ir our scamper for home we imagined we were wading in gore-gore-gore. | We'll, we lost all our working tools t1 (The farmer after working a week tc , fill up the holes we had dug, so his COWS ! would not break their necks) took then home and intimidated us from asking l- Al