Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 462 SOUTHWARD HO !
them the impressions of the locality which they had gathered
from the scene. It was with this policy that their more cun-
ning chiefs had encouraged their bestial debauchery and excess.
They, however (the former), had taken the precaution to estab-
lish certain guide-marks to the spot which nothing could oblit-
erate. The extended branch of one tree was a pointer to the
place ; the blaze of another was made to bear a certain relation
also to the spot, and so many paces east from the one, and so
many paces west from the other, intersecting with a third line
drawn from the position of another bough, or tree, or blaze, and
the point of junction of the three was that under which the
treasures lay. We are not required here to be more precise in
its delification.
Their work done effectually, as usual, and our pirates all
pretty well sobered, they sailed away upon another cruise, the
fortunes of which we need not recount. But this time they
were not long at sea. After awhile they returned to the waters
of North Carolina, and gave themselves up to a week of riot in
Pamplico.
" But, along with the evil deed are born always three other
parties the accuser, the witness, and the avenger ! It is now
difficult to say by what means the later crimes of Blackbeard
became known. He had certainly obliterated all his own tracks
of blood, almost as soon as he had made them. Still, these
tracks had been found and followed, though covered up with
earth and sea : as if the accuser and the avenger were endowed
with a peculiar faculty, such as, in the case of the hound, ena-
bles him to detect the odor of blood even through the mould.
Blackbeard, with the instinct of guilt, was soon aware that a
secret enemy was dogging at his heels.
" So it was.
There had suddenly appeared a stranger at Pamplico, who
threw himself more than once in the way of Blackbeard's last
wife, the Amazon. He was a fine-looking young fellow, of
martial carriage, wearing the loose shirt of the Virginian hunter,
carrying a rifle, and followed by a dog. He was tall, erect, and
very powerfully built. There was a laughing mischief in his
eye, a sly, seductive humor upon his tongue, and a general
something in his free, dashing, and buoyant manner, which is