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Updated: May 13, 2025
We looked about, some quiet-like, and on tiptoe, and then we saw this shipmate o' your'n pry apart some bushes and head in this way. It looked queer to us." "What did you think was up?" asked Jack. "Why, as near as we could figger, this was some smuggler's hidin' place, and we was figgerin' that perhaps Jerry and me would have five 'hundred or a thousand dollars' reward to divvy up on.
As I said, Jonas Uggleston never came back, but one day a bronzed white-headed old sailor was seated at the door of the smuggler's cottage when I went to call on Bigley, and this old fellow rose with quite a broad grin on his face. I stared for a moment, he was so foreign-looking with his clipped beard and quaintly cut garb.
Again, I say, don't you ever enter on board a man-of-war if you wish to keep a whole skin in your body." The old smuggler's picture, though exaggerated, approached too nearly the truth as to the way in which discipline was enforced on board many men-of-war in those days.
Dying, his mind reverted, not to the sordid misery from which death would set him free, but to the long past, to the child at the mother's knee, to the boy who had climbed down great cliffs in search of a smuggler's cave.
"Ah, then, may I never av it isn't the ould 'Dolphin' they have launched for the cruise," said one of our fellows. "What's the 'Dolphin, then?" "She can sail, however," said Considine, who watched with a painful anxiety the rapidity of her course through the water. "Nabocklish, she was a smuggler's jolly-boat, and well used to it. Look how they're pulling.
She seems generally to have played the Bandit's Daughter, the Smuggler's Wife, or the European damsel carried off by Indians, or some other thrilling elemental personage of the kind. The White Lady was, apparently, her first introduction to a more complicated order of play. It is extraordinary, when one comes to think of it, how little positive dramatic knowledge she must have!
The smuggler's stories of lucky ventures and successful runs were capped by the footpad's reminiscences of foggy nights and stolen watches. The poacher, grimly thinking of his sick wife and orphaned children, would start as the night-house ruffian clapped him on the shoulder and bade him, with a curse, to take good heart and "be a man."
In front of the house spread a long beach, which terminated in precipitous cliffs and rocky ledges. On the afternoon of the day following his arrival, he declared his intention of exploring the beach. "Don't get caught in 'The Smuggler's Trap," said his uncle, as he mentioned his plan. "'The Smuggler's Trap?" "Yes. It's at the end of the beach where you see the cliffs.
Say to them that you sought me out to cast taunts at me, but it was of no use, for what you thought I should be ashamed of I gloried in, and could look you and all the world in the face" and she seemed to grow taller as she spoke "and say I felt proud to be a smuggler's wife;" and, turning, she made a movement as if to go. But Reuben took a step so as to impede her.
Such were the thoughts which occupied the smuggler's mind as he examined in succession the articles which have been mentioned. At last he came to another case or writing-desk, which was locked. "I may as well overhaul the whole at once," he thought. "I must get this opened somehow." A sailor's strong knife was the only implement at hand. He broke off a portion of the blade in making the attempt.
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