_Singular Interview between Blackbeard and his Father. The
Sloop-of-war. Meeting of Rowland and Henry Huntington. Life or
Death. The Surprise. The Fight. The Result. Joyful Meeting.
The Double Bridal. Happy Conclusion._
Upon entering the main apartment of the pirate's palace, Blackbeard
encountered Captain Roderick Rowland whom he addressed as follows:
'Ha, mine honored father, so you happened to arrive here just in the
nick of time to--'
'Be hung, I suppose,' muttered Rowland from between his teeth.
'Not quite so bad as that I hope,' rejoined Blackbeard.
'I hope not, too,' answered Rowland; 'but there is a very dim chance for
us to escape with whole necks.'
'How so, father? What do you mean?' asked Blackbeard.
'Did not Lovelace tell you that the Fury was chased all day yesterday by
one of His Majesty's sloops-of-war?'
'He did not,' replied Blackbeard, who was greatly astonished by the
intelligence thus communicated. 'But what is to be done?'
'One of two things must be decided upon, and that quickly,' answered
Rowland. 'We must either get the brig underweigh, and sail for it, or
else shut ourselves up here and fight for it.'
'You will be obliged to decide upon the latter position, then, for the
brig is aground.'
'D--nation!' muttered Rowland, then recollecting himself, he continued:
'Well, Herbert, how many of our crew is there now about the palace?'
'Not more than a dozen.'
'There should be thirteen, I think,' replied Rowland.
'And there probably would have been had not one of them had his brains
knocked out this morning in a scuffle with one of your passengers.'
'Which one of them was it who dared to strike one of us?' asked Rowland.
'A devilish rum one, I can tell you, father. If I mistake not, his name
was Henry Huntington.'
'Have you got him in custody?'
'Ay, he is safely confined in the cavern.'
'And I hope we shall have an opportunity to hang him,' exclaimed
Rowland. 'And Mary Hamilton, is she too, safe?'
'She is, I believe, in the next room with Violette,' answered
Blackbeard.
'Herbert, I have resolved that you shall marry that girl,' said Rowland
abruptly.
'Hell and fury!' exclaimed Blackbeard. 'I did not expect that. In your
letter, written to me from London, you stated that I was to marry one of
the two girls who were about to take passage with you in the Gladiator,
so I concluded you meant the youngest, and I have made love to her
accordingly.'
'Good God, Herbert, she is your only sister!'
'Then I have killed her!'
'How?' exclaimed Rowland.
'I have murdered her,' replied Blackbeard, who then related to his
father the conversation that had passed between himself and Ellen, and
its terrible result.
'I little thought,' said Rowland, as Blackbeard finished speaking, 'that
I was training you up to outvie myself in villany. Are you sure she is
dead?'
'I hope she is,' replied Blackbeard, ironically.
'Beware then!' exclaimed Blackbeard; 'for if she has gone, if her pure
spirit has departed, you shall soon follow her.'
'If I follow her I shall be sure of Heaven, then, which would by no
means be the case if I followed you in your exit from the world,'
muttered Blackbeard.
'Why, Herbert,' exclaimed Rowland, 'you will soon arrive to be the very
prince of bucaniers, if your career is not cut short by a--'
'Halter,' interrupted Blackbeard. 'Well, if it is, I shall not have to
swing alone--there is some consolation in that--there is nothing like
plenty of company, whichever road we may be travelling.'
'Ha! ha! ha!' laughed Rowland. 'You're a sad dog, Herbert, and well
worthy the lineage from which you have descended. Now you will go and
order the men to get their arms in readiness for a desperate fight, and
despatch two of them to the brig with orders for her crew to hasten to
our assistance.'
'But what shall be done with the passengers and crew of the Indiaman,'
asked Blackbeard.
'There are none there of any great consequence to us,' answered Rowland,
'and as there is no room for us to be cumbered with them here, we shall
be obliged to let them run a chance of escape. You can also tell Pepper
to bring the prisoners now in the cavern immediately into my presence.'
Having received the above orders, Blackbeard departed upon his errand,
and soon after, Pepper entered Rowland's presence, followed by Henry
Huntington and his faithful servant, Mr. Patrick O'Leary.
After surveying the two prisoners for some moments in silence, Rowland
spoke to Huntingdon in the following manner:
'You are undoubtedly much surprised at meeting me in this place, are you
not, Mr. Huntington?'
'Since the mysterious events of this morning I have ceased to be
surprised at anything,' answered Henry.
This reply was apparently unheeded by Rowland, who thus continued:
'I have sent for you here in order to inform you that to-morrow will be
the last day of your existence. You have forfeited your life in two
several and different ways to the laws of the free sons of the ocean.'
Here Rowland paused for a reply; but as Henry did not choose to make
any, he continued:
'When you considered me to be nothing but the master of a paltry
Indiaman, you treated me with haughtiness, contempt, and scorn that I
never did forgive, and never shall.'
'You was treated by me, as in my estimation, you deserved to be,'
replied Henry, boldly.
'Very well,' answered Rowland, as a sardonic grin illuminated his
flexible countenance, 'as you are self-condemned on that charge, there
is no occasion for me to bring forward the others, so to-morrow morning
you die!'
'Oh! say not so, but recall your cruel words!' exclaimed Mary Hamilton,
as she rushed into Rowland's presence from the inner apartment.
'Ha! who have we here?' exclaimed Rowland, as the wild tones of Mary's
voice fell upon his ear.
'You see before you, sir,' replied Miss Hamilton, 'a poor unfortunate
girl who only claims from you the boon of her friend's life.'
'You plead in vain, Miss Hamilton,' answered Rowland, coldly, 'his life
has been twice forfeited, and were an angel from Heaven to ask it, it
would avail nothing--he must and shall die.'
'Then will I die with him!'
'Ha! sits the wind in that quarter,' muttered Rowland in a low tone,
then raising his voice, and addressing Mary, he said:
'I suppose then, I am to infer that you are in love with this Mr.
Huntington.'
'You must infer what you please, sir,' replied Mary, 'I shall say no
more.'
'I must speak myself, then,' replied Rowland. 'Now Miss Hamilton, hear
me. Some ten years have elapsed since I first become acquainted with
your father in Rio, where I had landed to dispose of a cargo of negroes.
I also soon became acquainted with the vast extent of his wealth, with
the fact that, upon the event of his death, it would fall into your
hands, and from that hour I resolved that you should marry my son. To
bring about this result I have practised every art which my inventive
genius could suggest in order to get you in my power, and after finding
out where and with whom you resided, I have watched day and night for an
opportunity to secure your person, and at last success crowned my
efforts, as I obtained the command of the vessel in which, as I was well
assured beforehand, you took passage for the purpose of joining your
father. Now my son is here, and you, his destined bride, we have a
regularly educated Roman priest here also, who can legally solemnize the
marriage rites; therefore consent to wed my son, Herbert Rowland, and
the life of Henry Huntington is saved.'
For some moments after the conclusion of Rowland's speech, Mary uttered
not a word, but stood with uplifted eyes, as if in silent suppication to
Heaven for guidance in this her hour of peril and danger.
The solemn silence which reigned in the apartment was soon broken by
Rowland who thus again addressed Miss Hamilton:
'Will you consent to become my son's wife?'
'Never!' replied the fair girl, firmly. 'Although the life of my friend
is dearer to me than my own, I will never consent to save it by a
dishonored allegiance with the son of a pirate.'
'Then an angel spoke,' exclaimed Henry.
'By the piper that played before Moses, and I can swear on the blissed
book to that same, masther Henry,' ejaculated Pat O'Leary, who, with a
countenance swaying alternately from laughing to crying, formed a
somewhat ludicrous contrast to the rest of the group.
'Take that young sprig of nobility below again, Pepper,' exclaimed
Rowland.
As Henry was about to follow the individual in question, who was
preparing to depart with his prisoner, Mary said:
'Farewell, Henry, be of good cheer, and despair not, for He who tempers
the wind to the shorn lamb, will most assuredly deliver you from your
villanous persecutor.'
Having thus spoken, Miss Hamilton immediately retired into the adjoining
apartment.
'Come, young man,' exclaimed Pepper, 'bear a hand, and trot here in my
wake.'
'Lead on,' answered Henry, and so saying he followed Pepper towards the
door.
They had hardly reached it, however, before their farther progress was
impeded by the entrance of Blackbeard, who almost breathlessly
exclaimed:
'It is all over with us, father. The boats from the sloop-of-war on the
other side of the island, and their crews armed to the teeth, are now
within a few rods of the palace.'
'Be the bones of St. Patrick, an' sure that is the most illegant news
that iver graated the ears iv a jintleman in disthress!' exclaimed Pat
O'Leary, who was in an ecstacy of joy at the prospect of his speedy
deliverance.
'What is to be done, father?' asked Blackbeard.
'Done,' exclaimed Rowland, in a voice of thunder, 'why, we must fight
and die, as we have lived, at war with all mankind.'
By this time a considerable number of the pirates had entered the
palace, and were ordered by Rowland to close the doors and barricade
them with whatever moveables they could find, but before his command
could be executed, the apartment was forcibly entered by the crew of
one of the launches of His Majesty's sloop of war, Vengeance, headed by
an officer, who called out to the inmates,--
'Surrender in the name of King George!'
'In the name of King Lucifer, then, I will never surrender,' exclaimed
Rowland, as he aimed a blow at the officer with his cutlass.
The fight thus began, and soon became general, but although the pirates
fought desperately, they were soon overpowered by the superior numbers
and coolness of their adversaries, and as a pistol shot laid Rowland
upon the floor, the few desperadoes who remained, agreed to surrender at
discretion, with the exception of Blackbeard, who fought like a tiger,
until he fell covered with wounds by his father's side, the red current
of life mingling with that of his unnatural parent.
'Some one must have betrayed us, Herbert,' exclaimed the now dying
Rowland, 'and the curse of,--but no, Clarice, I cannot come to thee,
thou art in Heaven. O God, my child, my dearest one, where art thou,
Clarice, Elvira, El--'
Here the sound of his voice was heard no more. Rowland was dead!
As his cold hand fell lifeless by his side, it rested upon the cold
clammy cheek of his son, and it became evident to all around that the
short but eventful career of Blackbeard, the far-famed Pirate of Roanoke
was forever ended.
* * * * *
Although the Fury had managed to outsail the sloop-of-war, on the day
previous to the events above related, the captain of the latter, well
knowing that the island of Trinidad had long been a piratical
rendezvous, naturally supposed that the brig would stop there, and as he
made the land just before night-fall he determined the next day to
explore the island, hoping that he might thereby be enabled to trace the
desperadoes to their lurking-place.
The wind changing during the night, brought the Vengeance, next morning,
some few miles to the leeward of the island, on the side opposite from
that where the Fury had grounded, so that it was late in the afternoon
before she could get near enough to lower her boats.
Just before, however, the order was given to embark the several boat's
crews, the man on the look-out exclaimed:
'There is something close alongside here, which looks like a boat.'
The captain of the Vengeance, upon going forward to see what the strange
thing might be, was greatly astonished at being hailed as follows:
'Ship ahoy. For the love of Heaven stop and take on board two helpless
women, who have but just escaped from the pirates.'
This request was speedily acceded to, the sails of the Vengeance were
hove aback, and the next moment Arthur Huntington, accompanied by Ellen
Armstrong and the pirate's wife, were safe upon her deck, where the
former lost no time in making the captain of the Vengeance acquainted
with the events which had that day transpired, whilst Elvira volunteered
to direct the officer who had been entrusted with the command of the
boats, to the pirate's palace, which otherwise he might not have found.
Before midnight, the whole party who had landed upon the island in the
morning, met each other once again, upon the deck of the Vengeance, and
many and sincere were the thanks they returned to Heaven for their
deliverance out of the murderous hands of the pirate of the Roanoke.
* * * * *
Five years after the occurrence of the singular events above narrated,
the mansion of Lord Armstrong, situated near the mouth of the Roanoke
river, in the province of North Carolina, was brilliantly illuminated,
as if for a season of great rejoicing. And such indeed was the fact.
Soon after night-fall a gay party had assembled in the earl's parlor,
and shortly afterwards entered Henry Huntington, holding by the hand the
fair and stately Mary Hamilton, immediately followed by his brother
Arthur and sweet Ellen Armstrong, the whole party being succeeded by a
clergyman, attired in the sacerdotal robes of the church of Rome.
That night, dear reader, witnessed the consummation of a double bridal.
Elvira, the pirate's wife, and her daughter Violette, were present at
the wedding, and so was Misther Pat O'Leary, who afterwards declared
that 'by the powers of mud, it was indade the pleasantest night he had
iver passed in his life, so it was.'
Kind reader, it only remains for us to say that the descendants of
Arthur and Henry Huntington still continue to reside upon the pleasant
banks of the Roanoke, and often take great pleasure in recounting to
each other the exploits of the far-famed Blackbeard, and the
providential and almost miraculous escape of their ancestors from the
blood-stained hands of Herbert and Roderick Rowland.
THE END.