White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1933-02-02

feature OF this strange bit OF engi-
neering was exposed to the newcomer
"a round opening large enough to ad-
nit man, sheathed with straight
slaves like those of barrel. There
was brace across the end of it to
which a rope was tied. Revere held
the candle so that Colin could look
into the wooden tube slanting upward
at an angle of some thirty degrees.
Revere explained: 'The young
patriots of Boston did all this digging.
Snoach's cooper working in the cellar
| above made the barrel in six-foot
lengths. We showed them down as we
made room for them. Since the war
began no suspected man has ever been
seen entering or leaving Snoach's door.
Dark nights we take to the bush and
stay under cover till he's ready to
move us. When the way is clear we
haul ourselves up by that rope. We
call it 'snoaching.' I'll go first, and
when I give the rope yank you fol-
low me-"
They heard the kings officers leave
the house and come down the steps
and begin to beat about in the thicket.
They soon abandoned the hopeless task
and went away. The two young men
listened to their footsteps receding in
the distance. Revere fastened string
to Collins bag and wound it on his
left wrist. He put out the candle and
began his upward climb in the barrel
with the bag in tow. Colin got the sig
nal and followed. In a moment he was
up to the feet Of his leader.
Revere whispered: "Now feel for
rope on the right side of the barrel.
Have we got it?"
Eyes"
"Hang on to it till I get out and
leave the long rope loose"
For a moment Revere seemed to be
undergoing considerable exertion. Then
he whispered: "Wait till I get the
candle going"
Presently by it's light Colin crept
out upon the rock paving of cellar
bottom. Revere covered the opening
with a flat slab of stone, some two
feet square, in the center Of which was
an iron bolt that held the climbing
rope. The square stone Joined the
wall and floor in perfect fit. The
sunken bolthead was covered with ce-
ment of the exact hue Of the stone. It
was cunning door to the house but it
was only one of many exits. The can
die light was extinguished at the top
of the cellar stairs.
The fish merchant and his wife had
no children. Revere raped softly at
their bedroom door. Snoach came out
in thick darkness, saying in a hoarse,
complaining whisper:
"You brats don't give me airy bit
O. rest. Is it Revere?"
"Yes And l remind you that Wash
ington don't come every day. Our best
soldier is on his way to Cambridge.
Colin Cabot is with me-"
cabot, I've hearn O. We, boy" said
Snoach. "Give me the feel % yer
hand. I'll send boat up the shore
with We right away"
SO Colin had the novel experience Of
meeting a man utterly hid in dark
ness.
Snoach's sailing and smoking plant
was near. The fish merchant dressed
hurriedly. Colin went with him
through an atmosphere heavy with the
odor of smoked fish. The large room
they entered was in darkness. S'noach
CROPPED about until he found an empty
barrel He led the young man to it's
side and asked him to get into it and
not to show his head above its top
when the lantern was lighted. 1T was
a large barrel with ample room inside
for Colin and his small bag.
While working with flint and tin
der, Snoach said: "I'll send We bar
relied up with load O. smoked fish to
Morton's pint With this breeze an
the foodtide, yell git there afore sun
up. Off the pint the men'll roll ye
overheard an the river current am the
tide'll take ye on to some part o. the
beach at Winnisimet. When it touches
the shore get out O. the barrel and put
big dead pine at the end o. the road.
The l1ght'u be dim, out We can't miss
it. At the top O. the first line O
bluffs is the big wooden house o.
Israel Woodbridge. Stun chimney an
half dozen gables. He'll take care
o. ye an put we on yer way, sir"
The lantern lighted, Snoach began
! to move barrels of smoked fish to the
head of a long sloping spinway down
which they rolled to the hands Of the
leaders at the end of the wharf. This
done, he said to Colin: "There'll be
a guard on the dock, sir. I'll have to
roll you down as if We was a barrel
o'fish an not human beip'.. If con-
wenient, We may give me pound to
pay the fiddlers. There'll be live a.
| playin for this dance"
Snoach stood over the barrel, as he
critically examined its head, sO that
| Colin got look at his benefactor-"a
tall brawny sea-god, his weathered
face covered with thin, scraggy, blond