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. Stories of the Hudson. s ofgovernment, with the dubious superscription to beconsidered. William the Testy was not a man to takethings so patiently. He wrote sharp remonstrances toKillian Van Rensellaer, representing his assumption ofsovereign authority on the river as equal to the out-rages of the Robber Counts of Germany, from theircastles on the Rhine. His remonstrances were treatedwith silent contempt, and thus a sore place, or, inHibernian phrase, a raw, was established in the irritablesoul of the little governor, insomuch that he winced atthe very name of Rensellaerstein. Now it came to
. Stories of the Hudson. s ofgovernment, with the dubious superscription to beconsidered. William the Testy was not a man to takethings so patiently. He wrote sharp remonstrances toKillian Van Rensellaer, representing his assumption ofsovereign authority on the river as equal to the out-rages of the Robber Counts of Germany, from theircastles on the Rhine. His remonstrances were treatedwith silent contempt, and thus a sore place, or, inHibernian phrase, a raw, was established in the irritablesoul of the little governor, insomuch that he winced atthe very name of Rensellaerstein. Now it came to pass, that on a fine sunny day theCompanys yacht, the Half Moon, having been on oneof its stated visits to Fort Aurania, was quietly tidingit down the Hudson; the commander, Govert Locker-man, a veteran Dutch skipper of few words but greatbottom, was seated on the high poop, quietly smokinghis pipe, under the shadow of the proud flag of Orangewhen, on arriving abreast of Beam Island, he was Taapg^pr iii^irp iiiiiiiniiii. c>c E^ The Chronicle of Beam Island 6i saluted by a stentorian voice from the shore, Lowerthy flag, and be d—d to thee! Govert Lockerman, without taking his pipe out ofhis mouth, turned up his eye from under his broad-brimmed hat to see who hailed him thus , on the ramparts of the fort, stood NicholasKoorn, armed to the teeth, flourishing a brass-hiltedsword, while a steeple-crowned hat and cocks tail-feather, formerly worn by Killian Van Rensellaer him-self, gave an inexpressible loftiness to his demeanor. Govert Lockerman eyed the warrior from top to toe,but was not to be dismayed. Taking the pipe slowlyout of his mouth, To whom should I lower my he. To the high and mighty Killian Van Rensellaer,the lord of Rensellaerstein! was the reply. I lower it to none but the Prince of Orange, and mymasters, the Lords States General. So saying, heresumed his pipe, and smoked with an air of doggeddetermination. Bang! went a gun fr
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