The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1910-06-17
GRANLMA'S PIRATE SLIP.

knee. when I was little girl we
lived in England and once my papa
and mamma took my six sisters and
brothers and me way across the sea
to the island of Jamaica, where my
papa owned a large plantation. We
didn't have any fast steamships in
those days, the trip took six weeks
in a sailing vessel. My story isn't
about our stay on the island but OF
our trip home.
eve left Jamaica in a big boat
which was very heavily laden with
sugar, and it was not fast sailing
vessel at all. Sometimes when the
wind didn't blow we scarcely moved
at ADJUST drifted around in the big
wide ocean. We children liked it all
ard the seven of us played happily
with the other children aboard.
"What did we play? Oh, house
and doll babies, sometimes soldier or
sailor, there were so many of us we
could always have a good time.
"Well, one day when we were Off
the Isle of Pines, a queer looking lit
tie vessel passed us and, do you
know, it didn't raise its colors as it
should have done in saluting a larger
ship-thatt the way of. saying, How
do you do?' on sea; and, further
more, though it had been sailing, oh,
ever so much faster than we, now it
hung back and just kept up with us.
Everyone thought this was very curl
Gus, but we weren't much afraid
until the next morning, when we saw
that the little boat was still there. 1t
had kept an even distance behind us,
just as if we we're towing or pulling it
along
"The officers of the ship and the
few men among the passengers whis-
pered together and in some way we
children learned that they feared it
was pirate ship and meant to do
us harm. Pirates, you must know,
were robbers who lived on the sea
and they used to do all sorts of
wicked things; they stole the treas
ures from ships, often they burned
them, and sometimes they were even
so cruel as to throw the people into
the sea or to take them prisoners and
make them slaves-which was worse.
So you see why our papas and NAM
mas were so frightened.
Everyone seemed much happier
when a brisk wind sprang up, the sea
grew quite rough and choppy, and
that wicked-looking ship with the
tall, tall masts, danced about like one
of your tiny newspaper boats. But
day after day passed and that pirate
ship was still there. All the grown
people were so worried they didn't
know what to do; they couldn't talk
about anything else, our mothers
couldn't sew or read-we all just
watched and watched. The rough
weather was our friend, and every
day and every night the ocean was sc
rough that the pirates could not come
very close, and so it was for a whole
week, seven very long days and
nights.
But on the morning of the eighth
uCdlo SlSdt ol
deck, heavy objects were being rolled
around, footsteps were hurrying UP
and down, and 1 heard my mother
say in French, so the smaller children
could not understand, Well, James
the end has come; they are about tc
board us!'
81 crept from my berth, looked out
and sure enough there was the boat;
why could have tossed all orange or
it's deck; it was crowded with men!
Where had they been hiding all thai
time? To my excited eyes they
seemed to be fairly bristling with
weapons. Up at the top of the mast
flew the black and white flag of the
pirates, the skull and crossbones
The sea looked like glass.
There was great confusion on the
boat, people running back and forth
the officers were shouting orders and
trying to calm the passengers, bu
even while we looked, a greater con
fusion sprang up on the pirate ship;
men swarmed into the rigging. every
ounce of canvas was spread to the
wind and the BOAT was gone, flying
along under full sail, until it was ;
mere speck in the distance.
I'VE couldn't believe our eyes, We
looked at each other! What did il
all mean? In a minute a glad shou
went up from group Of men and of
ficers on the other side of the vessel
we rushed over there and to our de
light saw an immense East Indiama1
majestically bearing down upon us
and then the flight of the pirates wa!
explained and we knew we were
saved. d."-Presbyterian Banner.
GOLD IN REMOTE THlCKETS
James A. MacMahon landed from
the Atlas liner Allegheny, drove up tC
a swell hotel, deposited some heav,
luggage, and then inquired the wa,
to the nearest United States mint
When told that the nearest was Phil
adelphia he said the assay Office
would do, and was soon heading for
Wall street.
Mr.. MacMahon did not say whether
he had brought lot of gold nugget!
with him, but he did say that he mac
been working for three years will
two other Americans in a jungle il
the United States of Colombia aEC
that they had eventually been sue
cessful. He is on his way to his home
in California.
1--WE have been most of the time il
the Guamoco district, in what il
called the Antioquia mining coun
try" said Mr.. MacMahon. ITO ge
there you have to take a five days
voyage up the Magdalena River to ;
little place called Bedillo. Then yol
embark in a canoe and paddle tt
Semiti, an ancient Spanish settlement
of 1000 inhabitants, whose boast is ;
church $50 years old. Then you star
out on the trail and you hoof it 70
120 miles before you get into th'
mining country.
I'VE went down hunting for minin!
property, and we have started to de