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"Surely your soul should tell you, Jean Lafitte," said I, "for yonder,

as I may say, now rolls the Spanish Main Its lift is now beneath our

feel You are hoain, Jean Lafitte Yonder are the bays and bayous

and channels in the marshes, where your boats used to hide And there,

L'Olonnois, my hearty, with you, I was used to ride the open sea,

toward the Isles of Spain, waiting for the galleons to come"

"I know, I know!" said my blue-eyed pirate softly and reverently; and

so true was all his note to that inner struggling soul that lay both

in his bosom andmodern youth to bewith the undying youth of the world

"Many a time, Black Bart," said L'Olonnois soleave the word of a prize a-comin', while

we laid to in some hidden channel over yonder"

"Aye, aye, many a time, many a time, my hearty"

"--An' loosed the bow-chaser an' shot away her foremast"

"--At almost the first shot, L'Olonnois"

"--So that her top ha her broadside

to our batteries"

"--And we poured in a hail of chain-shot and set her hull afire"

"--And then launched the boats for the boardin' parties," broke in

Jean Lafitte, standing on one leg in his excitement; "--an' so made

her a prize An' then we made 'em walk the plank amid scenes of