. Stories of the Hudson. lantern, and declared that he recognised morethan one of the freebooting frequenters of the WildGoose, in former times; from whence he concludedthat Vanderscamp was at his old game, and thatthis mysterious merchandise was nothing more norless than piratical plunder. The more charitable opin-ion, however, was, that Vanderscamp and his comrades,having been driven from their old line of business, bythe oppressions of government, had resorted to smug-gling to make both ends meet. Be that as It may: I come now to the extraordinaryfact, which is the butt-end of this story. I
. Stories of the Hudson. lantern, and declared that he recognised morethan one of the freebooting frequenters of the WildGoose, in former times; from whence he concludedthat Vanderscamp was at his old game, and thatthis mysterious merchandise was nothing more norless than piratical plunder. The more charitable opin-ion, however, was, that Vanderscamp and his comrades,having been driven from their old line of business, bythe oppressions of government, had resorted to smug-gling to make both ends meet. Be that as It may: I come now to the extraordinaryfact, which is the butt-end of this story. It happenedlate one night, than Yan Yost Vanderscamp was re-turning across the broad bay, in his light skiff, rowedby his man Pluto. He had been carousing on boardof a vessel, newly arrived, and was somewhat obfus-cated in intellect, by the liquid he had imbibed. Itwas a still, sultry night; a heavy mass of lurid cloudswas rising in the west, with the low muttering of dis-tant thunder. Vanderscamp called on Pluto to pull.
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