The Emmett index. [volume] (Emmett, Idaho) 1893-1925, 1915-04-01


& built for him by firm o
San Domingo who made
speciality of pirate ships. |
was the very latest thing in that kin,
of vessel, strong, swift, heavily arm
ed and luxuriously furnished Tn,
crew had a social hall for holding
their revels, and the cabins were fl
for king. Even the plank was sole
mahogany-the one that the pirates
victims have to walk.
"Well, old Black Pedro named his
ship The Angel of Death and he had
picture of the angel embroidered
in black velvet on his foresail. He
was proud man, | tell you, when he
sailed out of San Domingo on his first
voyage. He had black velvet suit
made out of some that was left over
from the picture Of the angel--and
a red sash around his waist in the
proper style. This was stuck full of
cutlasses and eight pistols. And he
had two or three more pistols in each
boot. He had a fierce black beard
and the most ferocious face you can
imagine. He scared same people to
death by just glazing at them.
"One evening after decades and
decades of successful pirating, Black
Pedro sat on the veranda of his cot
tage smoking his pipe. This cot
tage was his regular dwelling place
while he was at Rum Island. From
the veranda he could look out over
the bay, where "The Angel of Death"
lay at anchor. The mems quarters
were down the hill near the beach.
"Black Pedro noticed that the men
seemed unusually quiet that night.
He did not hear the customary yells
and cries. Suddenly he was surprised
to see old Aaron Halyard, the bo's'n,
come up over the hill, leaning on his
cane. Behind him walked the entire
crew of the Angel two by two. They
we're heading towards their captains
cottage. This was not only astonish-
ng, but was strictly against the rules,
as all interviews with the captain
while on shore were limited to the
hours from A to 6 p. m. 1t was now
1870. Black Pedro leaped to his feet
n surprise. The men formed a line
n front of the cottage, "a of them,
while cid Aaron tottered forward.
"Cap'n', said he, we'd like to have
/ word with you
"'Well,' replied Black Pedro, What
10 you want?'
"'Cap'n, it's this way You know ;
ne. I've been your bos'n an yer ia ;
hers an yer grandfather's afore
lin. Me an Mike the Shark here, an
sandy Buggins and Roarin' Pete, an :
ONE on US has stuck to the Angel {
ince the day she was built. There '
int any of us but has seen more'n
% years service with you or yer |
ather, Now some on us got tallSin' t
yer things today, and talkin' bout
he big haulo' treasure we made last f
'y'ge from that there Santa Maria. I
IN O. course, big haul as it was, it n
int nothin' at all to what's buried v
light here on this island, Why, all r
ne loot that we've taken for IS year e
in the ground within half mile Of a
here we stand-all on it, o
"FWell,' said the captain, go on d
We'll, sir, all on sudden like, it Fl
,me over us, what good is that there G
under a-doin' OFF,
"'What good?' asked Black Pedro. 81
'Yessir, what good? There's all n
lat there gold and silver an all them b.
ne clothes an what not, an what Il
,od is it all a-doin' of, a-buried in la
e ground? The bookkeeper here, #
ike the Shark, was a-reckonin' up a.
is mornih' an a-adding this last lot D
gold, an he tells us that cordin' st
the agreement the share of every ST
ok of us reckons up to powerful dl
g figger.' W
"The bookkeeper stepped forward. Is
" For each man., said he, the pre- sa
,e sum to date is 1856, 1892 oil
q An all hard earned money, too, hs
i'd old Aaron, we've been a-sailin' of
a-fghtin' and a-shootin' folks, an sh
stabbin' on 'em, an slittin' of their he
ndpipes an a-walkin' 'em on the tn
,nk for IS year come the 10th of ur
xt August