The Smugglers' Cave--Conclusion.
"Tom," said Frank, addressing himself to the quarter-master, as the two
were standing their watch that evening, "how came you to go to sea?"
"I was born a sailor, sir," answered the man. "My father, and my
grandfather before him, followed the sea for a livelihood. They were
smugglers, living among the rocks and crags on the southern coast of
England.
"My home was not such a one as would have suited you, sir; but it was a
pleasant place to me, and I often look back to the days of my boyhood,
although passed amid scenes of danger, as the happiest ones of my life.
Our house, as we called it, was a cave in the side of a high mountain,
at the foot of which was a long, narrow, and rocky passage, that led to
the ocean. At the end of this passage, next to the mountain, was a small
but deep bay, where a vessel could ride at anchor in safety without
being seen by any one outside. In front of the cave was a small grass
plot, which overlooked a vast extent of sea and land, and from which the
distant shores of France could be seen. This was my post, where I sat
many a night, watching for the return of my father, who was the captain
of the smugglers. It was my business to watch for revenue-cutters, and
to give the signal of danger in case any appeared off the coast at the
time father was expected to return.
"It would have been a lonely watch in that cave for one who was not
accustomed to it, for I never had a companion; but, having been brought
up to that kind of a life, I was never at a loss to know how to pass
away the time. The fishing in the basin was excellent, and I had a small
boat, the exact model of my father's little schooner, with which I
sometimes amused myself for hours together in running in and out of the
channel, which, owing to its rocky nature, was very difficult of
passage. It was here that the cutters were always given the slip.
Father never approached the coast except during the night, and many a
time have I seen the swift little schooner come bounding over the waves,
with every stitch of her canvas stretched, followed close in her wake by
a cutter. The latter would be certain of his prize when he saw the
schooner heading straight toward the rocks; but, the first thing he
knew, the smuggler would be out of sight in the channel. No light was
necessary, for father knew every inch of the ground, and before the
man-o'-war could lower his boats and discover the place where his prize
had so mysteriously disappeared, father would have his goods landed,
and, ere the cutter was aware of it, he would run out of the channel
under his very nose, and make all sail for France. No one outside of the
band was ever known to enter the channel; for, even in broad daylight, a
person would have declined making the trial, as the waves dashed and
roared among the rocks in a manner that seemed to threaten destruction
to any thing that came within their reach.
"The schooner was several times overhauled and boarded while at sea, but
father never lost a cargo. He always succeeded in fooling the revenue
chaps in some manner. I remember one time in particular, when I made a
trip on board the schooner as mate. We made the run in our usual time,
easily eluding the cutters that were watching us, and arrived off the
coast of France with every thing in order. One dark night we landed our
goods, and, after receiving our money, we ran down to a little town, to
purchase some necessary articles, and to take in our return supply. A
lot of jabbering French policemen sprang on board of us, almost before
we had touched the wharf, and commenced rummaging the hold; but they, of
course, went away disappointed in their hopes of finding something to
condemn us. We lay in port alongside of a little Dutch trading vessel,
that was our exact model and build in every particular, until night,
when we received our goods, ran by the police, and stood out to sea. We
got along nicely until just before daylight, when an 'Irish-man's
hurricane,' as we call a calm, set in, accompanied by a heavy fog, and
we lay motionless on the water, with the sails flapping idly against the
masts. It was provoking, and a more uneasy set of men than that
schooner's crew I never saw. We remained becalmed for nearly an hour,
anxiously waiting for the wind to spring up, when I happened to step
for'ard, and heard a noise like the washing of the waves against the
side of a vessel. I hastily ran aft and reported the matter to father,
who silently stationed his men, and walked for'ard, with his
speaking-trumpet in his hand, while we stood at our posts, almost
fearing to breathe, lest it should be heard on board of the strange
vessel, which was still concealed from our view by the thick fog.
"At length, to our inexpressible relief, we felt a puff of wind; then
came another and another, each one increasing in force, until the sails
began to draw, and the schooner commenced moving slowly through the
water. We stood off on the starboard tack, intending to give our
invisible neighbor a wide berth; but he had also caught the wind, and we
could hear him moving along almost in front of us. At length the fog
lifted a little, and we saw a large revenue-cutter standing directly
across our bows, scarcely a cable's length distant. We luffed, to allow
him to pass, when a hail came from his deck:
"'Schooner ahoy!'
"'Yah,' shouted father through his trumpet.
"'What schooner is that?'
"'Dis? Dis is my schooner. You know it.'
"We all held our breath in suspense, wondering what would be the result
of this strange answer, when we distinctly heard the voice say:
"'It's that rascally Dutchman again.' Then, in a louder tone, came the
question, 'Did you keep a good look-out for that smuggler, as we
requested?'
"'Yah! But I haven't saw him.'
"'O, shiver your ugly figure-head,' was the answer. 'I've a good notion
to put a six-pound shot into you, you wooden-headed sour-krout eater.
This makes twice that we have been fooled by you. Now off you go, and
don't you cross our hawse again.'
"Father made no reply, and the cutter put her helm down, and started
off. We passed under her stern, and in a few moments she disappeared in
the fog. The next night we entered the channel, and landed our goods in
safety. We afterward learned that the cutter, which had been closely
watching our movements, had boarded the Dutch schooner, (which I have
before mentioned, and which sailed about two hours in advance of us,)
and so certain were they that they had at last gobbled the smuggler,
that they seized the vessel, and unceremoniously slapped the captain and
his crew in double irons. The skipper was so terrified that he forgot
his English, and jabbered away in Dutch; and it was not until the ship's
papers had been overhauled, that the cutter discovered her mistake. When
the revenue fellows ran foul of us, they were again deceived by the
resemblance between the two vessels, and the manner in which father had
imitated the Dutch skipper's language. About a year after that we had a
stopper put on our operations, by one of our own men.
"The cave had two entrances--one by a rope ladder from the basin below,
which we could draw up in times of danger, and the other by a path
through the mountains, which was known only to a few of the band whom
father thought he could trust. But his confidence was abused. There is a
black sheep in every flock, and we had one among us--a man who, tempted
by the offer of reward that was held out for our apprehension, betrayed
us, and broke up our harboring-place.
"It was this man's business to go to Bath, a small town about two miles
from the cave, to dispose of our goods to the merchants in that place,
and receive the funds. Young as I was, I almost knew that the fellow
would one day get us into trouble. He was a short, powerfully-built man,
with a most villainous countenance. He was always silent and morose;
could not bear to have you look him in the eye; in short, he was just
the man that I would have picked out from among a hundred as a traitor.
Father seemed to repose entire confidence in him, and always asked his
advice in times of danger; but, as much as I respected his judgment, I
could not conquer the feeling with which I had always regarded the man,
and I was constantly on the watch.
"One night the schooner sailed as usual, but this man, under pretense of
sickness, remained behind, with instructions from father, in case he got
better, to go to the village and collect some money due him for goods.
"'All right,' answered the mate; 'I'll attend to it.' Then, as soon as
father had got out of hearing, he muttered, 'I'll collect something for
you that you won't expect.'
"As soon as the schooner had cleared the channel, and was fairly out to
sea, the rapidity with which that man got well was astonishing. He staid
about the cave all day, scarcely saying a word to me, and at night
departed by the secret path for the village. I was very uneasy, for a
dread of impending evil constantly pressed upon me, and I determined to
watch the path, and be ready for any emergency.
"On the cliff, at the entrance of the channel that led to the bay, was a
pile of dry wood, that was to be lighted in case of danger. This I
replenished, placing materials for striking a light close at hand, and
then returned to the cave to keep watch of the path.
"Two days passed without the occurrence of any thing unusual, and the
night came on which the schooner was expected to return. I divided my
attention between the secret path and the offing, and at length a blue
light, moving up and down in the darkness, told me that the schooner was
approaching. I answered the signal, and stood peering through the
darkness to get a glimpse of the approaching vessel, when I heard a
rustling behind me, and looking down the path I discovered, to my
dismay, a party of armed men approaching, headed by the traitor, who
said, in a low voice:
"'It's all right now. Catch that brat before he has time to light the
signal of danger, and let the schooner once get into the channel, and we
have got them fast.'
"The person spoken of as 'that brat' was myself, and I knew that the
salvation of the schooner depended upon my exertions. In an instant I
had determined upon my course, and, springing from the cave, I ran
toward the rope ladder that led to the basin below, and commenced
descending. A moment afterward the mouth of the cave was filled by the
burly form of the traitor, who exclaimed:
"'There he is--shoot him!' and, suiting the action to the word, he
leveled his pistol and fired. I felt a sharp pain shoot through my
shoulder; a faintness seized upon me, and, being unable longer to retain
my hold upon the ladder, I disappeared in the basin. My sudden immersion
in the cold water revived me, and, being an excellent swimmer, I struck
out, intending to climb the cliff on the opposite side, and fire the
pile. I exerted myself to the utmost, for I could see by the lights in
the mouth of the cave that the traitor and his men were preparing to
follow me; but, it seemed, in my hurry and excitement, that I scarcely
moved through the water. At length, however, I reached the opposite
shore, and after climbing the cliff, (which I did with the utmost
difficulty, for my wounded arm was hanging almost useless at my side,
and I had not stopped to look for the path,) I ran at the top of my
speed toward the pile. The schooner having seen my signal, and
supposing, of course, that all was right, was still standing toward the
mouth of the channel. A moment more, and I would have been too late.
"I had considerable difficulty in finding my flint, and then it seemed
impossible to strike a light; but, just as the foremost of my pursuers
reached the top of the cliff, I succeeded in catching a spark; in a
moment more, the whole pile was in a blaze. I could not refrain from
giving a shout of triumph as I saw the flames shooting upward toward the
sky, lighting up the whole face of the rocks, until every object was as
clearly defined as in broad daylight. I heard an exclamation of surprise
on board the schooner, followed by a few hastily-spoken orders; then I
knew that I had succeeded, and the schooner was safe. But I was not a
moment too soon, for the little vessel was rapidly nearing the mouth of
the channel, and once enclosed by those rocky walls, once under the
influence of those waves that dashed so madly over the rocks, retreat
would have been impossible.
"I was allowed scarcely a moment to congratulate myself upon my success,
for my pursuers, finding themselves foiled, determined to wreak their
vengeance upon me. They could plainly see me by the light of the burning
pile, and the quick discharge of half a dozen pistols sent the bullets
thickly around me. It was death to remain where I was, so, taking a last
look at the cave, I threw myself over the cliff, and struck out for the
schooner.
"My father, having seen me when I took the leap, laid the schooner to,
and lowered a boat to pick me up. I tell you, sir, I was a proud
youngster when I stood on that deck, receiving the thanks and the
congratulations of those I had saved. I forgot the pain of my wound, and
the dangers from which I had escaped, in the joy I experienced at
finding myself once more safe among my friends."
Their watch ending with Tom's interesting reminiscence, they then turned
in for the night.
The next morning the attack upon the bluffs was renewed, without
resulting to the advantage of either side, and at night the vessels
again withdrew, and retreated down the river. The Trenton returned to
her old landing, and Frank, at his request, was again placed in command
of one of the guns of the battery. But he was not destined to hold the
position long, for, now that the "beauties" had dismounted that
troublesome gun, General Sherman had advanced his works until he could
go no further without getting into the enemy's line. At length, one
morning, a flag of truce was raised within their fortifications, and
hostilities were at once suspended. Then came that celebrated interview
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they had so long been engaged in deadly conflict.
"How are you now, Johnny?" inquired Frank, seating himself on one of the
guns, and waving his hat to a rebel officer who stood in the rifle-pits,
gazing at the battery with great interest. "What does that flag of
truce mean? Are you going to surrender?"
"Don't know," replied the rebel; "but, I say, Yank, will you let a
fellow come over there?"
"Certainly. Come on."
The rebel accordingly laid aside his weapons, and walked over to the
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than a week longer.
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