"
"Then, sir, let me tell you that you saw as pretty a fellow hanged
as ever trod shoe leather. Aye!" putting his face nearer to that
of the officer, "and there was many a landlubber[1] looked on that
might much better have swung in his stead."
[1] A term of contempt used by seamen for those who pass their
lives on land.
The half-pay officer was silenced; but the indignation thus pent up
in his bosom glowed with intense vehemence in his single eye, which
kindled like a coal.
Peechy Prauw, who never could remain silent, observed that the
gentleman certainly was in the right. Kidd never did bury money up
the Hudson, nor indeed in any of those parts, though many affirmed
such to be the fact. It was Bradish[1] and others of the
buccaneers who had buried money, some said in Turtle Bay,[2] others
on Long Island, others in the neighborhood of Hell Gate. "Indeed,"
added he, "I recollect an adventure of Sam, the negro fisherman,
many years ago, which some think had something to do with the
buccaneers. As we are all friends here, and as it will go no
further, I'll tell it to you.
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