. Kate Bonnet; the romance of a pirate's daughter. he forest there were streams, sometimesnarrow and sometimes wide, and how deep heknew not, so that now he jumped, now he walkedon fallen trees. Sometimes he crossed water andmarsh by swinging himself from the limbs ofone tree to those of another. This was hard workfor a young gentleman in a naval uniform andcocked hat, but it had to be done; and when thehat was knocked off it was picked up again, withits feathers dripping. Dickory was going somewhere, although heknew not whither, and he had solemn businessto perform which he had sworn to do, a
. Kate Bonnet; the romance of a pirate's daughter. he forest there were streams, sometimesnarrow and sometimes wide, and how deep heknew not, so that now he jumped, now he walkedon fallen trees. Sometimes he crossed water andmarsh by swinging himself from the limbs ofone tree to those of another. This was hard workfor a young gentleman in a naval uniform andcocked hat, but it had to be done; and when thehat was knocked off it was picked up again, withits feathers dripping. Dickory was going somewhere, although heknew not whither, and he had solemn businessto perform which he had sworn to do, and there-fore he must have fit clothes to wear, not onlyin which to travel but in which to present him-self suitably when he should accomplish his mis-sion. All these things Dickory thought of. andhe picked up his cocked hat whenever it would iiave been very hungry had he notbethought himself to fill his pockets with biscuitsbefore he left the vessel. And as to fresh water,there was no lack of that. 279 CHAPTER XXVII A GIRL WHO LAUGHED. T was towards nightfall of theday on which Dickory had es-caped from the pirates at thespring that he found himself on a piece of highground in an open place in the forest, and herehe determined to spend the night. With his dirkhe cut a quantity of palmetto leaves and madehimself a very comfortable bed, on which he wassoon asleep, fearing no pirates. In the morning he rose early from his greencouch, ate the few biscuits which were left inhis pockets, and, putting on his shoes and stock-ings, started forth upon, what might have beensupposed to be, an aimless tramp. But it was not aimless. Dickory had a mostwholesome dread of that indomitable apostle ofcruelty and wickedness, the pirate believed that it would be quite possible forthat savage being to tie up his beard in tails,to blacken his face with powder, to hang more 2S0 A GIRL WHO LAUGHED pistols from his belt and around his neck, andswear that the Revenge should neve
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