Dungeon Rock; or, the pirate's cave, at LynnEmerson, N. S. (Nannette Snow)
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Dungeon Rock; or, the pirate's cave, at Lynn
Emerson, N. S. (Nannette Snow)
Pirates -- Massachusetts -- Lynn -- History
Then fourteen of the crew manned a boat, and went ashore to make
discoveries; they returned at night-fall, having discovered the place
in Saugus known to this day as Pirate’s Glen, and still bearing the
evidence of having been inhabited. The next day there were heavy black
clouds in the horizon, and at night they burst in all their mad fury,
causing the black waves to seethe and boil against the rough rocks in
sight, and frightening Arabel almost away from her senses.
“We shall die, Claud, I know we shall,” she moaned, wearily grasping
the silken covering to the lounge on which she lay. Then she fainted.
Harris remembered a small public house he had seen upon the beach,
and determined that, be the consequences what they might, he would
reach that. The men readily volunteered to accompany them, and this
brings us back to the point where we started, the night that first gave
Wallace an acquaintance with the band of men that afterward frequented
_Pirates’ Glen_ and _Dungeon Rock_. It was, perhaps, a week that they
spent there, and then returned again to Italy; not, however, until they
had aroused the suspicions of the settlers, who were on the constant
lookout for danger.
A few weeks after their return, a great rebellion arose in Spain. Claud
must go; Arabel dared not,--so she remained at the fortress, with her
own thoughts and the gorgeous works of art for company, and he started
on the wild and perilous adventure. When he returned the boats were
loaded with costly articles that had the indelible Spanish stamp upon
them. These he secreted in the ancient fort. Some were carried away
up to their hiding place in Wales, and others were retained in Spain.
The greater part, however, were brought there, and to Arabel’s eager,
childish questions of where he found them, and what they were for, he
only answered, with a sober smile, “They are all to be changed into
money, Bel, unless you want some of them to wear.”
But he heard flying rumors that he was suspected even there. “That must
not be,” he said, firmly; “for I dread the idea of being known as a
pirate. I cannot, will not, bear it.”
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