Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With IllustrationsStowe, Harriet Beecher
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Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With Illustrations
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
New England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Storytelling -- Fiction
As I sailed, as I sailed.'
“Now ye see, boys, he's a goin' to tell how he abused his religious
privileges; just hear now:--
“'My father taught me well,
As I sailed, as I sailed;
My father taught me well
To shun the gates of hell,
But yet I did rebel,
As I sailed, as I sailed.
“'He put a Bible in my hand,
As I sailed, as I sailed;
He put a Bible in my hand,
And I sunk it in the sand
Before I left the strand,
As I sailed, as I sailed.'
“Did ye ever hear o' such a hardened, contrary critter, boys? It's awful
to think on. Wal, ye see that 'are's the way fellers allers begin the
ways o' sin, by turnin' their backs on the Bible and the advice o' pious
parents. Now hear what he come to:--
“'Then I murdered William More,
As I sailed, as I sailed;
I murdered William More,
And left him in his gore,
Not many leagues from shore,
As I sailed, as I sailed.
“'To execution dock
I must go, I must go.
To execution dock,
While thousands round me flock,
To see me on the block,
I must go, I must go.
“There was a good deal more on't,” said Sam, pausing, “but I don't seem
to remember it; but it's real solemn and affectin'.”
“Who was Capt. Kidd, Sam?” said I.
“Wal, he was an officer in the British navy, and he got to bein' a
pirate: used to take ships and sink 'em, and murder the folks; and so
they say he got no end o' money,--gold and silver and precious stones,
as many as the wise men in the East. But ye see, what good did it all do
him? He couldn't use it, and dar'sn't keep it; so he used to bury it in
spots round here and there in the awfullest heathen way ye ever heard
of. Why, they say he allers used to kill one or two men or women or
children of his prisoners, and bury with it, so that their sperits might
keep watch on it ef anybody was to dig arter it. That 'are thing has
been tried and tried and tried, but no man nor mother's son on 'em ever
got a cent that dug. 'Twas tried here'n Oldtown; and they come pretty
nigh gettin' on't, but it gin 'em the slip. Ye see, boys, _it's the
Devil's money_, and he holds a pretty tight grip on't.”.
“Well, how was it about digging for it? Tell us, did _you_ do it? Were
_you_ there? Did you see it? And why couldn't they get it?” we both
asked eagerly and in one breath.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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