The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . ves-sel, and arrived here yesterday. W. P. Richardson. STORIES OF EIGHTEEN a story or two of these war times will be enoughfor this part of the island. Capt. David Smith kept the tavernin Holmes Hole, a place of first and last resort for all the oldsalts who were off duty. The Captain was proud of his repu-tation for hospitality, but it was hard work to live up to it onthis blockaded island, and finally
The story of Martha's Vineyard, from the lips of its inhabitants, newspaper files and those who have visited its shores, including stray notes on local history and industries; . ves-sel, and arrived here yesterday. W. P. Richardson. STORIES OF EIGHTEEN a story or two of these war times will be enoughfor this part of the island. Capt. David Smith kept the tavernin Holmes Hole, a place of first and last resort for all the oldsalts who were off duty. The Captain was proud of his repu-tation for hospitality, but it was hard work to live up to it onthis blockaded island, and finally he and his son Nathan mustneeds journey to New York in their open boats for trip had been a great success, both boats had roundedWest Chop on the return, laden with delights for the palateand the two men weie thanking their lucky stars that they hadescaped the watchful eye of the British war brig Nimrod,when of a suddentwo barges full ofarmed men wereseen approaching. The Smiths hadrounded up to thebeach preparatory todischarging cargo,but hastily got un-der way again and,making for BassCreek, sailed downwhere now the trol-ley skims WaterStreet, and so on. Water Street where ouce llowed Bass Creek downwliicli tlie Sniitlis escaiied tlie imrsuing British. 110 MARTHAS VINEYARD. into the Lagoon. The barges kept down outside, and landingtheir marines in the bend oi the beach these opened fire en thefleeing boats. Then it was that Mrs. Polly Smith, wife of Na-than, handed her babe to a girl in the house, saying: Hold thischild, Sallie, while I go upstairs and see those red-coat devilscannonade Nathan. But those marines were not used toshooting from such iirni foundation as mother earth, and didno damage worth mentioning, and the fugitives soon roundedCedar Neck, placing its bulwark of sand between them andthe enemy, who presumably did not care to get into such a trapas the Lagoon might prove to be, should they venture insidewith their barges. The f-^re burned bright
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