Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
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Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Volume 20
Scottish Borders (Scotland) -- Fiction
"The information of the poor woman made me anticipate the worst. Leaving
her some fish, I hastily ran to the highest point of the island, and
threw myself on the ground under cover of the hill, where I had
immediate access to my boat, and could observe every movement of the
enemy. I was in a state of desperation; gall and wormwood were in my
heart. Had I then stood by Gonsalvo's magazine, with a lighted match in
my hand, I would have blown them all up, that they might have perished
along with me. While in this state of feeling, the thought flashed like
lightning upon my mind, that I might go to the other station; that I
might join the other piratical crew, to whose leader I was unknown;
that, having gained their confidence, I might betray and hang them all,
and return home. The new idea giving a new excitement to hope, I was
presently meditating upon the result, rather than upon the means; and,
in a little while, sinking into slumber, I was dreaming of my distant
home and betrothed love. Meanwhile, the sound of British voices had so
softly entered my dreaming ear, that it was some time before the reality
awoke me. Awaking at last, I was startled to find myself surrounded by a
number of the pirate's men, when I gave myself up for lost. But there
was a compassion in their looks, and tears in their eyes. 'My good
friends,' said I, in confusion.
"'O sir,' said they, 'you have small reasons to call friends, the
persons by whom you were so villanously carried away. We thought we knew
you as you lay asleep; now that you have spoken, we are certain.'
"'My dear fellows,' said I, recognising them for part of the crew of the
smuggling vessel. I only remember now your former kindness, and your
anxiety that my life should be safe.'
"'God bless you!' said one of them, by name Jack Fid, 'could you bring
your noble heart to taste with us?'
"Willing to gratify him, I received his offered flask, and drank from it
a mouthful of rum.
"In the course of the long conversation which followed this act of
courtesy, I learned that the captain of the smuggling vessel in which I
had been carried away, had fallen in an affray with the revenue
officers; that his crew, having been so ill advised as to aid the
illegal traffic by firearms, and thus to become guilty of a capital
crime, had been induced to betake themselves in their perplexity, to
Gonsalvo; and that he, making very light of what had happened, had
received part of them on board his own vessel, and put the rest of them
on board another smaller armed vessel, which he had fitted out.
"'Poor James Stray,' said I, 'what has become of him?'
"'Hanged, sir, at New York. The other small vessel in which he sailed
was taken, and he suffered along with all the rest.'
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