_Wolfert finds a Stranger at the Inn_ _The Face of the Drowned Buccaneer_ _The Tlingit Chief finds his Wife is ill_ _The Sailors drink the Health of Amazon Snell_ _Rip finds the Dwarfs playing Ninepins_ _Athenodorus confronts the Spectre_ _Maclean and Plunket stop Lord Eglinton's Carriage_ _The Highlanders demand the Captain's Horse for the Prince_ '_I am Strength,' said he, 'and I am going to help you_' _How the Chief's Death was avenged_ _Aurore rescued by Deschartres from a Watery Grave_ _The Dead Son helps his Parents_ _'Here!' said a Voice_ _How the Stranger on the Unicorn arrived on the Scene_ _Formosante's Drug works_ '_What beautiful birds! I should like to marry one of them!_' _Catalina rescued by the young Officer_ _Had it not been for the Interference of the Bishop himself, it would have gone hardly with Catalina_ _THE DROWNED BUCCANEER_ The story of Wolfert Webber was said by Louis Stevenson to be one of the finest treasure-seeking stories in the world; and as Stevenson was a very good judge, I am going to tell it to you. Wolfert's ancestor, Cobus Webber, was one of the original settlers who came over from Holland and established themselves on the coast of what is now the State of New York. Like most of his countrymen, Cobus was a great gardener, and devoted himself especially to cabbages, and it was agreed on all sides that none so large or so sweet had ever been eaten by anybody. Webber's house was built after the Dutch pattern, and was large and comfortable. Birds built their nests under the eaves and filled the air with their singing, and a button-wood tree, which was nothing but a sapling when Cobus planted his first cabbage, had become a monster overshadowing half the garden in the days of his descendant Wolfert early in the eighteenth century. The button-wood tree was not the only thing that had grown during those years. The city known at first as 'New Amsterdam,' and later as 'New York,' had grown also, and surrounded the house of the Webbers. But if the family could no longer look from the windows at the beautiful woods and rivers of the countryside, as their forefathers had done, there was no reason to drive a cart about from one village to another to see who wanted cabbages, for now the housewives came to Wolfert to choose their own, which saved a great deal of trouble. Yet, though Wolfert sold all the cabbages he could raise, he did not become rich as fast as he wished, and at length he began to wonder if he was becoming rich at all. Food was dearer than when he was a boy, and other people besides himself had taken to cabbage-growing. His daughter was nearly a woman, and would want a portion if she married. Was there no way by which he could make the money that would be so badly needed by and bye? * * * * *