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Copyright. 1920, by Harper & Brothera Printed in the United States of America Published February, 1920


Looking westward from my window I catch a glimpse of the old mansion in which Washington Irving once lived and wrote; a few blocks to the southward is the tomb where Peter Stujrvesant lies buried; and but a little farther to the north and west stands the house in which Theodore Roosevelt was born. Below, among the green trees of Stuyvesant Park, shoals of children are playing, children of many races, types of those with whom, in a large measure, lies the future of this city that I love. Here on the borders of the great East Side, where Past and Future meet, is the proper place to be martialing the varied traditions of New York and its neighborhood, piecing together colorful stories of the Past for those who are to inherit the Future. Yet these are but a few of a host of such legends. For, as under the tons of steel and stone with which we have seen fit to burden our lovely Island of Manhattan, silently flow hidden streams such as the Old Wreck Brook and Minetta Water streams once sparkling in the sunlight and alive with bright-sided trout, though now dark and forgotten ^likewise beneath the stern and heavy masonry of Modernity ripple many silver rivulets of Old Romance. And so these rambling tales of the hardy founders of a great commonwealth are dedicated to all who, like those true men of earlier days, shall believe in clean living, hard working, and good fighting; yet more especially are they dedicated to the valiant and happy memory of those three good NewYorkers ^Peter Stuyvesant, Washington Irving, and Theodore Roosevelt.

The Stuyvesant Bouwerie
June, jgiQ





— — — Rambsut"Van Dam Interlude— Eight Oars and ^^ How Pearl Street Was Paved Interlude —An Old Road The Lord of the Dunderberg / Interlude —^Thunder-storm

^-Hudson's Voyage Interlude Hudson » Dutchman's Breeches Interlude ^An April Romance ^ The Legend of the Bronx Interlude ^The^Critics

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of Maiden Lane IfiTERLUDE—A Song in June The Rattle-watch of New Amsterdam Interlude Minetta Water Sleepy Hollow Interlude ^A Springtime Pilgrimage A Scandal in New Amsterdam Interlude Kissing Bridge

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.3j a ^ -J Trial in New Amsterdam Interlude On the Harlem William the Testy Interlude The Road The Pirate's Spuke Interlude Storm Signals A Deal in Real Estate Interlude Possession Wizard's Well Interlude Hallowe'en Charm — 89 — 94 96 loi 103 / — — — BoRGER Joris's Hammer Interlude — Lilt in ^A iii 112 117 118 . .. 125 126 Fall 133 The Change of Flags 134 ENGLISH COLONIAL PERIOD Interlude City Hall Park The Storm Ship Interlude Off Fire Island The Thank-offering Interlude Saxon Harvest Health of Blazes . 164 165 . . — — — Tubby Hook Interlude —^The House Zenger the Printer Interlude —^The River — 'OLLY Cortelyou 143 149 151 159 160 .. 170 172 Buttermilk Channel Interlude ^A City Garden Bowling Green 176 178 183 185 REVOLUTIONARY PERIOD ^Mary Murray Interlude —Uncle of Murray Hill Sam to John Bull . ?. 193 199 . .

.PAGE Haarlem Heights Interlude—The Blockhouse in the Park The Storming of Stony Point Interlude Old Trinity The Fate of the Hessian Interlude ^The Inn: An Old Epitaph ^^he Dyckman House 201 — — Interlude—Our Colonel A Raid of the Neutral Ground Interlude —Washington in Wall Street Fort Tyron Interlude — Decatur's Toast The Ballad of John Paul Jones Interlude —^The Old Constitution . 217 222 223 228 230 . . . The ( 265 267 272 —A Sea Charm Interlude — Dreamer Dutchman's Quirk Interlude —New York The "Clermont" Interlude—Great Is Diana Interlude Montgomery's Return ' ^A 274 278 279 287 288 of the Man292 nahattoes! The Hall of Fame Epilogue ^The Book Line — 294 299 . 208 210 215 . 237 240 243 . 245 252 Fraunces' Tavern 257 MISCELLANEOUS The Palisades Interlude Palisades Devil's Stepping-stones —Under the 261 .


Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers! "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. . and QUAFFED.ILLUSTRATIONS FACE And ever they puffed as they pondered. . THEIR PERCEPTIONS." Kissing Bridge 8l 87 121 Light as wind-blown thistle-down Up the woodland path she sped Mary Murray of Murray Hill Laughing. And dined on the oysters To CLEAR 35 Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen The Rattle-Watch of New Amsterdam "Then such a commotion you never saw! Vrouw Anneke vowed she would have the . grim and rough. FULL MANY A DRAUGHT." . 19s 213 233 . 4S 6i LAW. they swarmed to the crested height.


Hear! for I carol in lilting rhymes Rollicking lays of the Good Old Times!" .VOORREDE {Prologue) Steendam the Poet (whom Cuddled his fiddle all men know) and poised the bow. Goblins and phantoms that walk Battles and pirates and pleasant nooks. homely legends from musty books. "True lovers of tales of sprites. Quaint. Quoth'a. o' nights.


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baffled by headwinds and the ice and cold of Nova Zembla and the consequent dissensions her experienced navigator. Hoping now bears [5] ." Thus wrote Mate Robert Juet broken islands and in description of the region of rocky hills bordering the deep harbor into which the Half Moon plowed sailed her way on the 3d of September. among his crew. Master Henry Hudson. World. 1609. steering westward for the shores of the New After a long coasting again. had changed her course about. Five months earlier the Half Moon had from Amsterdam to search for a passage to India by the northeast. trip. but. south and north that the broad channel of the river that Hudson entered New York Bay.HUDSON'S VOYAGE " A VERY good land to fall with and a pleasant ^^*' land to see.

[6] . seeing that the search was fruitless.his name might prove to be the long-sought pas- sage to the Orient. then. he returned to report his momentous discoveries. he followed the stream beyond the present site of Albany.

HUDSON'S VOYAGE 'Through the ice of Nova Zembla. for a passage to the portals of 'And we Till sailed o'er seas uncharted. we hailed the coastal ranges of the world call they the New! [7] . rolling black and green and blue. We had sought the Northeast fairway a head- wind blowing strong Bade us swing the kicking rudder. and we and bore away filled Ever Westward Cathay. through till the fogs that held us long.

And we shaped our voyage Northward harbors of Cathay. 'There we moored our vessel safely from the swirling autumn tides. So we heaved the Half Moon's anchor and we got her under way. their savage tongue I knew not. And they brought us pipes of copper. tor the [8] . yet they beckoned toward the Pole. When Though I questioned them for tidings of our much-desired goal. mellow grapes. and yellow grain.— — And we saw our lee fall a wooded headland rising boldly on 'Twas a goodly land to land to see with and a pleasant Where an ocean channel broadened to a encompassed bay. And the Red Men in their shallops came and stroked her salty sides. hill- And I deemed it was the highroad to the treas- ures of Cathay. As they marveled at her hugeness of our friend- ship they were fain.

And the brackish water sweetened —and we knew our quest was vain. Under shadowed rocky ranges with noble trees. my trusties! for the spirit will We must be it find the golden passage. "So. not rest. And o'er yet untraversed waters lies the passage to Cathay. Past the bowered outer islands. 'Twas the River of the Mountains. [9] . Till their crests of the channel shoaled and narrowed in a reach of highland plain. under living stone. be it East or West. where the silver salmon play."Fifty leagues we drew a furrow on that water- way unknown. with a and soul. We shall search that ocean fairway from the Tropics to the Pole. cliffs of Skirting sunlit fields that billowed to the shores of inland seas. craft With a seaman's single heart and courage. aboard again.

What is all the dazzling treasure that the jew- eled East may give To our new-discovered countries where the sons of men shall live! But the o£Fshore breezes freshen and the tide- rush will not stay. rose the white September clouds. in my cabin I may dream Of the mighty mountain river. when softly lap the surges. and to Cathay!" set the tiller for the sea-road [lO] .Yet. of that broadly rolling stream. So unmoor. as breath of future cities. While. Where I heard the hum of nations in the whis- per of the shrouds.

Rocking the navies Of a hundred flags! Forests are yours. . And fair embowered islands.HUDSON Ma-hican-ittuck! River of the Mountains. Buoying the leafy Tribute of your fountains. Poured to the sea From Adirondack crags.

[12] . Lave. golden-waved. Now. What tales your hills have told me! Playmate and friend In days of youthful glow.Cities are yours Whose towers touch the skies. Deep-breasted stream. I watch Your deeper waters changing Gold-lighted green To amethystine shade. Take me again Within your cooling flow! Plunging. The vale where Irving lies. My heart in yours Beats warm and unafraid. crystal arms enfold me. Curve grandly down Your goblin-haunted Highlands. In as of old. Your boundless bosom ranging. Strong-armed and free.

yet before the violets have come. but the children. call them "Dutch- [13] . the wooded spaces on and near the Island of Manhattan are beautified with innumerable clusters of quaint little white- and-yellow blossoms known to the schoolmen as Dicentra cucullaria. ever quick to recognize true resemblances.DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES TUST after the starry flowers of the hepatica have appeared among the dead leaves.

[14] .man's breeches." That this is name is not due to a this tale mere chance resemblance shown by of the founding of a great city which will be found. in part. confirmed in the chronicles of the immortal Diedrich Knickerbocker. Bowling Green of that first is believed to have been the scene great land purchase with which the true history of New York properly begins.

When apple-blossoms breathe perfume To call the bees. clear and cloudless. dancing bay That laved its bows with golden spray. squadron bore virgin shore Full-sailed. a little To Mannahatta's [IS] .DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES A 'TwAS May-Day Legend in the of Mannahatta lilacs month when bloom. When bobolink regains his song. When. when bluebirds throng. archly smile isle. The dear blue skies that love our Across a dimpling.

But little space We Of crave —a meager resting-place. "In peace return!" a sachem old Began. "Hail." Rejoined that man of subtle wit The wily Peter Minuit. Pelts. [i6] . Behold these keen-edged knives. Our birthright in its hallowed soil. Van Dycks.A city's founders —Kips. Van Wycks. Right glad they leaped ashore —when lo! With threatening spear. for blood or spoil. Van Dorns. this store well-barbed hooks and beads galore. noble chiefs! Your island's fame Hath reached the land from whence we came. Van Tienhovens. a stately band Of woodland chieftains barred the strand. Wide leagues away. Van Dams. "This bowered isle we hold As sacred —ever blessed anew By footprints of the Manitou. and supple bow In menace bent. Van And Onderdoncks and Roosevelts. Nor may we yield. Schermerhorns.

stripped and laid His mystic garments. in silence. row on row. His mighty garment on the ground! Perhaps the wonder came to pass By grace of good Saint Nicholas. amid a hush profound. But. loyal to his leader's look. Advanced the sturdy Gert Ten Broeck Through Holland noted far and near For amplitude of nether gear And spread. Ten Broeck. Perhaps a marvelous array The Dutchman wore I cannot say. Until to Spuyten Duyvil's flow — A cloud of knickerbockers quite soil Obscured the from mortal [17] sight! . while the Red Men stared.—— These blankets and For all. — this fragrant cask! a poor exchange we ask: The scanty plot of countryside A Dutchman's breeches serve to hide!" The chief assented with a smile (Alas! unskilled in Paleface guile!) Then. dismayed.

Thus our isle — Again displays in every nook The garments of the great Ten Broeck. with van and Renew the ancient pilgrimage Where still. unchained by steel and stone. ushered in by Moving Day. skeptic few! Will Nature's word suffice for you? When flower-laden May stage. And all our folk.— And thus our cherished dwelling-place Was ransomed from the savage race. known to man As "Dutchman's Breeches" in the style Of Sixteen-Twenty. The GJentle Goddess holds her own. Ii8] . Appear on clustered stems a clan Of dancing blossoms. For proof you ask? Attend! Is Ah.

of trembling 3 [19] .AN The APRIL ROMANCE Rain crystal spears of slantwise-driven Right gallantly assail the churlish Mold gold. That in his frozen fastness doth enchain The Princess Daffodil.

a well-to-do Danish Lutheran ^ who arrived about 1640." which some interpret "Place of peace" —a name title that seems to have been echoed in the early of Westchester village. "Vredeland. [20] ." The old native "Land of name acquired a new disastrous significance in 1642 when the war with the Wecquaesgeek Indians was ended by the signing of a treaty of peace in the house that Jonas Bronck had built." or Peace." known "Bronck's but by the Indians called "Ah-qua-hung. He as chose for his plantation a goodly tract bordering the quiet stream then and thereafter Kill.THE LEGEND OF THE BRONX A MONG the earliest settlers north of the Haar^^ lem was Jonas Bronck.

[21] . than the cher- ished tales of the founding of Thebes. Carthage.The new learned Steendam has preserved a legend of the miraculous way in which the father of the settlement was drawn to the site of his future less authentic home. a legend no and Rome.

Blest of the Bounteous Giver. Denmark came Stout Jonas Bronck. Across the seas from "Are pleasant lands and But which were best fair to see. brood and dame. is is the Valley of Peace. let your journeyings cease. "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" From "Here Yours Here the marshes and pools of the stream." "Oho!" laughed Jonas Bronck. He roved among The wooded vales of Ah-qua-hung." quoth he. "Good sooth! on every hand. till to plow and And "Bronck! meetest both for manse and mill?" Bronck! Bronck!" Called the frogs from the reeds of the river. the home of your dream.TH£ legend of the BRONX With sword and Bible. "I ween These pop-eyed elves [22] in bottle-green .

beneath the hill When summer nights are fair and still: "Bronck! "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" Rise the cadenced batrachian numbers. "High on the shadowy Here crest Under the hemlock he slumbers. And even now. is the region of rest. to our Valley of Come Homes!" [23I . with wheel and race. Bronck! Bronck!" chorister Chant a myriad gnomes.Do call my name to show the spot Predestined! —Here I cast my lot!" So there he reared his dwelling-place And built a mill.

"Hoo! hoo!" And Gaffer Bullfrog blurted.THE CRITICS The moon was up and I was young: No Of matter what I dared it to write. Had washed those erring lines away. But how woke each sportive tongue elves that little haunt the night! Though Crickets chanted. "Rot!" So. The Dew. true. true!" The Tree Toads piped. the truest friend of all. red with wrath. "True. [24] . "'Tis not! The Hermit 'Tis not!" H owlet jeered. I flung the scrawl Across the walk —and lo! by day.

has been adopted in this and subsequent ballads as being that which is likely to prevail. Any one who chooses river about to follow by rowboat Rambout's course from the mouth of the Spuyten Duyvil up the as far as Nyack will have (in addition an oarsman. but the popular pronunciation.RAMBOUT VAN DAM lyrOW Hudson respect this. to blistered hands) a great respect for the hero's prowess as "Zee" should really be pronounced as if spelled "Zay". the legend of the Flying Dutchman ^ of the at Tappan Zee —the broad reach of the Tarrytown— entitled to particular is as a double-barreled tract against pro- fanity and Sabbath-breaking. [25] . which is in accordance with the actual spelling.

No Yet. clear as word of human lip. The river sends its shores The rhythmic ruUock-clank and Of even-rolling oars.RAMBOUT VAN DAM The Flying Dutchman of the Tappan Zee On Tappan Is Zee a shroud of gray heavy. All dimly gleams the beacon-ray Of White Pocantico. And safely moored is every prow Of drowsy Tarrytown. skipper braves old Hudson now Where Nyack's headlands frown. [26] drip . and low. dank.

Buckets of treacle and good suppawn. Twitter of maidens and clack of dames. rollicking Ram van Dam. Oceans of cider and beer in lakes. toils for And ne'er shall reach the land! Roistermg. fonder. Nestles the robin and flies Ho! for the frolic at Kakiat! Merry the sport at the quilting-bee Held at the farm by the Tappan Zee! Jovial labor with quips and flings Dances with wonderful pigeonwings. Honest flirtations and rousing games. proclaims Of Tryntje Bogardus of Tarrytown. Platters of savory beef and brawn.— What rower plies a reckless oar With mist on That oarsman flood and strand? evermore. Leave Spuyten Duyvil to roar Pull! for the current is sly and strong. the bat. Renown. — ^yea. his song! Fond of a Fonder frolic and fond of a dram. Mountains of crullers and honey-cakes [27] .

with open mouth Watched him receding. Scowled like the sky on a stormy night." Angrily. I'll row Thousands of Sundays. that enjoyment should breed annoy! Tryntje grew fickle.Such entertainment should never pall! all. Rambout van Dam ripped back: "Dunder en blixem! du Schobbejak! Preach to thy children! and let them know Spite of the Duyvil and thee. his tugging boat. Home o'er this ewig-vervlekte zee!" Muttering curses. when —crash on crash Volleyed the thunder! A [28] hissing flash . till Monday morn. in the east will the dawn be Rest from thy oars on the Sabbath Day. gray. worked with a zest. After him hastened Jacobus Horn: "Stay with Soon Rambout. Blustered away to us. Snarled a "good-by" from his sullen throat. he headed south. Rambout van Dam took his fill of Laughed with the wittiest. Jacob. prettiest. bestj Danced with the drank with the Oh. astounded. or cold or coy. if need there be. possessed of a jealous sprite. Rambout.

Until the trump of Judgment Day. that never-wearied oar Is heard on Tappan Zee. In spite of wind or tide. A sound —-and naught beside.— — Smote on the river! —He looked again: Ram bout was gone from the sight of men! Old Dunderberg with grumbling roar Hath warned the But still fog to flee. [29] . A up and down. 'Neath skies of blue and skies of gray. The phantom craft that may not rest Plies ever. moon is closed in Hudson's breast And lanterns gem the town.

Number Two!" [30] . All silver lined We leave behind Each wave of somber "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! hue. Eight backs are bent as one. fill.EIGHT OARS AND A COXSWAIN Eight oars compel Our darting shell. The hard arms The deep lungs thrill. Stroke! Steady. Eight oar-blades flash the sun.

give 'way! And bend the driven oars! breezes blow When With Then feather low level blades and true. Where Spuyten Duyvil No time for play. roars. The eagle swings splendid wings the Palisades. Let Caution steer The shore anear. Give 'way. lights On Hudson's On Above and shades. But Valor "Stroke! Stroke! takes the tide. "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Steady! Pull it thr-o-o-ough!'* [31I . A drift of snow. Stroke! Stroke! slide!" Ease your forward A fair league still To old Cock Hill.The sea-gulls go.

received its first pavement and their manner likewise so happy (and economical) as to justify both the burghers of old modern successors in trusting to Providence for the furtherance of public improvements. This street.HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED ALTHOUGH •**^ a jest the statement has been is made as and generally regarded as such. the lower part of which formed the original water-front of New Amsterdam on the in a east. it is nevertheless literally true that several of the old streets of New York were originally laid out by the public-spirited cows of the settlers. stance of this primitive exists in An in- method of road-engineering crooked old Pearl Street. thus almost miraculously created. [32] .

though at the start. all She sauntered with Sukey and Brindle and Away The to the Common Town Wall. leading the line New Amsterdam's somnolent beyond the kine. Awaking from visions of clover. For.HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED In Wouter Van Twiller's manorial pale There flourished a cow (and she flourished a In kindly communion with tail) Safe-housed. each morn She drowsily lowed to the drover whose horn Was blown Of sleepy at each byre. like an orderly beast. then. . She skirted the river that flows on the [33] east. where the Battery guarded the shore many cows more. route that she plodded by hillock and stream Was crookedly quaint as a summer night's dream.

the burghers decreed The street should be paved with the uttermost speed. Van Bommel. keen for progression. Van Keuren. mortar. Claes Tysen. Till. Hans Jacobson Kol. Held council portentous both early and late. there showed A devious pathway that wore to a road brick-fronted houses began to appear Where (And To crown this the caprice of that is "Boss" engineer. corduroy. and Huybertsen Mol. All stout at the trencher and wise in debate. gold. and stone. trodden each morning and evening. cement. tempted by boskage and cress of the best. Joost Smeeman. They grouped on With the road at the first flush of dawn pipes of tobacco and bowls of suppawn And dreamed of all pavings that ever were known Block. the cause of the intricate way to-day.) The streets of New Amsterdam wander Next. And chose To think a committee of good men and true out the problem and put the thing through. [34] .— Soon. She rambled and browsed to the north or the west.

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The burghers bestowed on 'Twas thus that our that marvelous street. brilliant in mother-of-pearl! So "Pearl" was the name. taught The very out.And ever they pufFed as they pondered. and quaffed. And dined on the oysters abounding of yore In numberless shoals on our fortunate shore. undeniably meet. [37] . To clear their perceptions. e'en as they feasted. (The bivalves our fathers deemed worthy of praise Were For giants that mock these degenerate days. the road liad been paved. creek. When lo! what a mountain of labor was saved. Surveying the road from beginning to end. foss find me an oyster. in bay. We by experience. that measure twelve inches across!) A fortnight they tarried to feast and perpend. full many a draught. city's progenitors showed method of paving a road: committee to dally and doubt Appoint a And somehow the matter will work itself best So. or will To-day. for the tread of a prince or an earl For. And paved With oyster-shells. that is the way manage the streets of the city to-day.

And honeysuckle droops and falls clematis.AN OLD ROAD In days that were —no matter when — 'Twas not a weed-grown palindrome. Hath O'er-veil the grooves that faintly and wisps of maidenhair mark [38] The road that leads not anywhere. Its dust was ridged by many wheels to That rolled market. like other roads. At either end a dreamy glen. The chipmunk haunts its tumbled waUs Where roses wait the wjild-bee's kiss. church. But now a wave of grass conceals The road that leads not anywhere. But led. and fair. . to Rome. Entwined with ropes of And here the nesting meadow-lark built.

Its twilight owns a softer star — stress. [39] . Like our dear pathway. outworn by As truant urchins The road toil let and us fare.Because it bore the grinding jar Of sullen wheels from year to year. purposeless — that leads not anywhere. And we. A sweeter silence lingers here.

had followed the fortunes of to mortal fellow-countrymen the New World. fairies. unknown to captheir tain or crew. but jealously exacting from him and honor. Who. she also let loose a horde of old-world sprites and goblins. homely Robin Gooddelighting in useful labor and were they all. fellows Honest. elvish stowaways. Well traditional dues of tribute fitted to cope with the ruggedness of an untamed land. The berg. peopling its glens with their hardy brood. chieftain of the most powerful of these goblin clans was the Heer or Lord of the Dunder- His dominions extended through the High- lands of the Thunder Mountain.THE LORD OF THE DUNDERBERG \ X ^ * 7HEN the Goede Vrouw discharged upon our shores her load of hearty Dutch settlers. they spread rapidly through the valley of the Hudson. man. These were no flimsy-winged sylphs and idling away their time slumbering in roses or danc- ing on the green. friends to all benevolent. rough sport. yet prone to mischief. Hudson from the Dunderberg or commanding the perilous [40] .

to PoUopel lies in (which means "Soupladle") Island that 1 the Wind \. \ by no means of a malignant was ex- and woe betide the skipper who neglected to pay homage by lowering his flag on entering the domain of him ceedingly tenacious of his prerogatives. at the south. as the northern entrance to the enis chanted region known. while disposition. This potentate.\: \^ strait of the Devil's Race. Gate. who had hills! at his command all the gales and tempests in the recesses of the that lay snugly tucked away [41] .

Deep in the Highlands. is the prowess of Goblin might. Heer of the Keep of the Dunderberg! [42] . Chief of them the potent Dwerg. where Hudson Curving the sweep of volumed tides Round wooded islet and granite base Down Great through the rush of the Devil's Race.THE LORD OF THE DUNDERBERG Goblin and kobold and Riot and rollick and elf and gnome their make his home glides. the malice of all is Dread is troll and sprite.

he sits in his spell E'en to the Island of PoUopel. the rugged glen.— — Mountain and River obey Brooding. Gerardus Keck Sour and headstrong. but stout of Scorner of legends of spuke and soul. Breasting the calms of the golden stream. be it told. Casked in the darks of her roomy hold Gurgled the liquor of pleasant sin Rum of Jamaica and Holland's gin! Puffing his pipe on the after-deck Glowered the captain. for. Ye who would sail his dominions through Scatheless. withhold not the homage due! Lower your peak and Strike! its flaunting flag! —to the Lord of the Thunder Crag! Gracefully rounded and broad of beam. Up came the boatswain with pallid face: "Captain! we swing in the Devil's Race! [43] . Slanting along o'er the Tappan Rack. Sidled the Geertruyd van Haagensack. Sometimes she wobbled. Jealous of honor of sprites and men. troll.

crowned with his steeple-hat. the thunder spake. Streamed from the Mountain a curdling mist. and the lightning played Viciously red through the pallid shade! Oh! how the elements howled and wailed! Oh ! how the crew of the Geertruyd quailed. Foaming and heaving. in the rack. Legions of goblins in doublet and hose Gamboled and frolicked off Anthony's Nose. the wrath of thy Goblin Lord hold as a stoup of rum! Broom to the masthead! —and let 'em come!" Shrouding the vessel. Lord of the Keep of the Dunderberg! [44] . Grinning with mischief. before they wist. in the shade of the Thunder Crag? "Dikkop! " Durfniet Lightly I ! Bemoeial!" the captain roared. like a swarm of flies. Rolled from the cliffs. Piercing the woof of that leaden veil Pelted and rattled the heavy hail.Will ye not lower the orange flag Here. Huddling together with starting eyes! For. that potent Dwerg. Hudson arose like a tortured snake. While on the shuddering masthead sat Cross-legged.

through HHi wght from the Goblin.Wild was the laughter 'that quaking men Seara. . Glen.


the plundered sloop. the gleeful horde Drank to the fame of their puissant Lord Skippers that scoff when the sky is bright.! ! — Brawled o'er the gunwale. else "Lighten the vessel or we sink!" Over the Darting side went the precious drink! knaves ere they touched the waves. Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen Where. He of the Heights of the Thunder Crag! Gone was the tempest! Stemming With sails adroop. a current without a swell. in a revel. like swallows. Crept past the Island of Pollopel. those goblin Caught up the casks Back to their mountains the thievish crew flew. Heed ye this story of goblin might Strange the adventures of barks that come Laden with cargoes of gin and rum! When the Storm Ship drives with her head to gale And the corpse-light gleams in her hollow sail [47 1 . Battered and draggled. before them Waving in triumph a captured flag. Whirled with their booty. "Up with the cargo!" the captain cried. the frothing tide.

—— When Cro' Nest laughs in the tempest's hem While the lightnings weave him a diadem When Storm King wrack shouts through the spumy And Bull Hill bellows the thunder back Beware of the wrath of the mighty Dwerg! Strike flag to the Lord of the Dunderberg! [48] .

The cumulus mountains with nebulous gorges Are daisied with flame df the wind-bellowsed forges.THUNDER-STORM The smiths of the heavens are mending the weather. The rainbow. The cloud-pillared anvils with silvery edges Resound to the thunderous fall of the sledges. [49] . is world that the weather mended. Till broadening patches of azure are showing Storm-welded. splendidly glowing. from Proclaims to the valley to valley extended. and. rain-tempered. Their hammers are heating the fragments together.

while the more gradual slope to the north commemorates the Klaaver Waytie. the romances that cluster around "T* Maegde-Padtje." or "The Maiden's Path. The of the steep abrupt ascent of the land along Nassau Street to the southward preserves the hill memory on the crest of which stood Jan Vinge's wind- mill. devious maidens of line of Maiden * Lane whose follows the course of the lost rivulet in clear pool the New Amsterdam linen." none [so] .Jl"T)f A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE T^O this day the narrow. or clover meadow Of all of the Jan Jansen Damen farm. were wont to wash the family and along whose wooded banks they often strolled on sum- mer evenings with the right sort of company.

which tell records of an old New York how the founder of the house was once in that green lane sorely tempted of the devil. 5 rsi] .is of greater interest than that preserved in the family. of how he was strengthened to resist temptation. and of the good fortune that was granted him.

but the clover-clad hill sails Was rosy in twilight.— A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE "TwAS dusk in the dale. his eyes on the ground. . the cadence of Gabriel's horn Old Gabriel Cropsey's —proclaimed to idle rill his cows The close of When. study profound. There tramped a youth [52] in a His hands in his pockets. the deep vale that the rivulet made A gladness of shallow and tall and cascade. down their hour to and browse. the of the mill Were moving slow shadows o'er hillocks of corn And barley.

A tall. The droop of the hat o'er the puckering brows. suppose!" purred a voice in his ear So gently that Corny scarce wondered to hear That echo. something was wrong. swarthy Person. and he saw. unthanked. The stoop of the shoulders and head. halloo. poor might as well be a slave!" "Why toil till you're wrinkled With wealth all around one ? There must be a way Suppose " "Ah. Yes. His cloak and his doublet were sable and red. he was weary and sore With drudging long hours.— Unheeding the buttercups raised for the dew. He turned. ! Unheeding the herdsman's full-throated Unheeding the large-eyed reproach of the cows. in the store Of Steenwyck chair. who smoked in his Whose coffers were brimming as Comy's were bare. whose garments is were "The man who Groaned Corny. whose jetty eyes gleamed Quite kindly. and gray. A beaver he wore on his head. made it clear That something was ailing with Corny van Leer. [53] . or he dreamed. Who dined like brave. the merchant. —a burgher.

I'll And most of won by your warrant you. so merry and clear oriole That bluebird and wakened. I've proved it too often to doubt The one thing that's wrongful is being found out. and sang it A duo to answer the copse whence rang! It rose like a fountain that bursts through the snow. I 54] . you had at bland I)— "Suppose. Besides. And yet they projected most queerly behind! "Suppose. my command A By few paltry guilders? What wealth could be made dabbling a bit in the Indian trade! look ye! Now Old Steenwyck has it silver to spare. swear.— His breeches (of brimstone) seemed meagerly lined. golden laughter. It fell like the waterfall bubbling below. my good lad" (ah! those accents were dear Corny. "So" What — Hark! what a melody toned in his ear! rich. Suppose that you borrow a handful or so A fortnight? I he'll never know. And trust me. you'll repay them again. when you've made eighty guilders of ten (I'll — show you the way). labor.

home through and shade. brooding alone In gloomy despair of the somberest hue. She laughed. [SS] . to the Shape at his right He turned sight! —but the Tempter had vanished from Still rippling with merriment. in moonlight They wandered together. A It breath of the hills to the mist-clouded plain. The pathways were narrow. their voices were low. gabled roofs of our dear. Clear-eyed and erect. his heart swept the black fog from and his brain. too! An ocean of silver the heavens poured down On the queer. the meadows. But all that was spoken the world may not know. seeing a youth who was everywhere known For gladness and jollity.'Twas thrushes and bobolinks greeting the sun That shines through the raindrops when showers are done. out from the dell Of hazels came Maritje Bleecker to tell How. a man and a maid. fabled town As. as who wouldn't? He'd better laugh.

And no one That's all. o'erheard but the Crickets arid Elves. Yet. this is 'tis a maxim of cheer Preserved in the tomes of the House of Van Leer: "Of Naught is ye Duyvil soe deeply affray'd As a sweete.' You may to add. finish the story yourselves. wholesome Laugh from ye Hearte of a Mayde!" [S6] .

And they it dream as they nod to your window above were not for them. it "Oh. That would not be June if it There's an oriole brave as a -prince on his throne In his orange-and-black in the mulberry-tree.A SONG IN JUNE On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem. would not be June were not for me!" [57] . to As he flutes it a world that he if knows for his own.

And But the roses unfold to the kiss of the dew! the light of it my soul not is the glance of your eye.Let the oriole sing to the earth and the sky. [58] . if it And would be June were not for you.

to give the evil-intentioned due warning of their approach. The code that required enforcement included ordinances against fast driving. evidently so that sleeping citizens might to wake. against allowing pigs and goats to roam unrestrained through the metropolitan streets. as well as regulations governing the liquor tralEc. against fighting with knives. know it was not yet time presumably and sounding their rattles. and as a corollary was needful to establish a police force. against shooting game within the city limits. Among the many regulations prescribing what these guardians of the peace should and should not do was one providing that: "Whatever any of the [S9J . The police force six men who were consisted of a Ratelwacht of required to go about the city at night calling out the hour.THE RATTLE-WATCH OF NEW AMSTERDAM C VEN •*-^ in quiet New Amsterdam laws were it made to be broken.

it shall be brought into the hands of the Captain for the benefit of the fellow-watchmen and shall be there preserved until divided around. doubtless as rigorously A worthy followed in those early times as to-day. whether fee. present or other which those Watch shall receive by consent of the Bur- gomasters." rule. lock-up money. [60] .Watch of the shall get from any of the prisoners.

I .it.


THE RATTLE-WATCH OF NEW AMSTERDAM "Rrr! — Rrr! — Rrr! — Rrr!" Hark to the rattle's discordant swell! "Ten is the hour and all is well!" Musket on shoulder and dirk on thigh. Waving an arm like a windmill [63] sail. with a soulful sigh. Follow the Watch on their nightly rounds! Marching as though to the Here little StoiFel roll of drums. Drunk as a hero on musty ale. Sally the Watch of New Amsterdam. . Come. the tailor comes. merry lover of sights and sounds. Forth from the fort. rattles the startled ear! Smite with your Let every miscreant know you're near. Bellow the hour to the sentry moon! Some honest burgher might wake too soon. Wiping their lips of a parting dram.

Never a ring in her nose. (Thank ye. young Joris. what's the need?" "Sailors afighting! Oh. on the river? That's off my beat. like a youth of brains. Heer Doktor. and Jan to right. to the lock-up with what remains!" "Ho. —" (Glink!) captain!—No. I don't it isn't right. drink. I say. boy. yet. Meddling with tars till a mad they've done. Doktor Kierstede! Here on the highway I take my vow I find thy sow. Rooting the road in a shameful way. [64] .— Threat'ning our lives with his weighty goose! Bundle him "Hola! off to the calaboose! Friend Watchman!" "Well. is hark ye. You to the Dirck. employ. Then. come with speed! Fighting vrith knives on the Water Street!" "Down You Wait go.) Good night! Good night!" "Softly! We'll capture the wicked wight! left. Plainly defying the statute "Hsh! here's the Not while on duty.

Wouldn't If our it stagger the budget-roll patrolmen were paid in coal! [65] . thou varlet blind? thou thoughtest our eyes would mark Stealers of cabbages in the dark! Now in the pillory shalt thou stand Holding a cabbage in either hand.— Pieter in front of him. ^ One And." a gallant corps Terror of caitiffs. Guarded our city for noble pay: Twenty-four stuyvers per night or day (Forty-eight cents to our modern of thrift). Yea. and a third on thy cabbage head Thief of the Dominie's cabbage-bed!" Thus in the days that are called "of yore. Three hundred fagots of firewood. I behind! Ha! have we caught Little thee. in the winter. or two beavers by way gift. 'twas understood.

All the birds I loved are flown. All unseen I pour my waves. Yet. Through my rapids flashed the trout. an airy rout. Gone the hunter. within the sunless caves All unheard my torrent sings. Men have tombed my silver springs. Dragon-flies in shimmering schools Reveled here. Adder' s-tongue and fragrant mint Grew —where nothing now may grow. Men have hid my waters clear Under piles of rigid stone.MINETTA WATER {The Song of the Buried Stream) Deer-hoof dint and moccasin print Stamped the moss that rimmed my flow. [66] . Minnows rilled my glimmering pools. fled the deer.

Mocking. bloom my streams shall run the Through crumbled homes of men. dry? Lo! I ruin all their Mortal. [67] . hut deathless. a clearer sun. delving. I shall lure Deep in my birds again. I. When the massive walls decay. they. Let them hold their gloomy day! I that laugh shall rule at last. When the towers to earth are I shall flash cast. deep I lurk. is What! they dream my fount work.

you will find that the little by the Pocantico is [68] . Although time has wrought cruel secluded nook changes in the neighboring town.— SLEEPY HOLLOW OOME ^ son day — ^let It be in the apple-blossom sea- or else in early October when the Palisades across the river are ablaze with changing leaves make your little pilgrimage through the loveliest country in the world to the old churchyard of Tarrytown where the sunny-hearted enchanter whose son spell forever hallows the valley of the Hud- lies asleep.

[69J . they are like to find themselves in the plight of the two opinionated knights who met in mortal combat upon the question of whether the shield was silver or gold." in powwows Should any ardent controversialists quarrel behalf of one or the other of these alternative explanations. "Some say that the place was bewitched by a High Ger- man doctor. the other of the white. do its this true tale of bewitching. held his the prophet there. during the early days of the settlechief. In reference to the cause of the slumberous at- mosphere of the Hollow the great chronicler of New Amsterdam rather dubiously observes. only to leam as they side lay dying of their wounds that one was of So. learned on one of many tarryings in the enchanted region. that an old Indian or wizard of his tribe. ment.yet subject to the drowsy influence that pervaded it in the days of GeoflFrey Crayon and Diedrich Knickerbocker. any such foul debate arise to break the sacred I tell peace of the Hollow. others. lest the yellow metal.

up the winding way from Hudson's shore. Wizard of the Wecquaesgeek When. the German Sage. And apples dropped. and hosts of yellow sheaves Were bravely tented where Pocantico Devolves his lazy hills. huge and hard.— SLEEPY HOLLOW 'TwAS in the drowsy Moon of Falling Leaves. waters through the nave Of sunny That and past the silent peak casts a somber shadow o'er the cave Of Maqua. And waning summer gave a softer glow. To sound the fountains of forbidden lore In mystic council with the Forest Mage. Came Doktor Nebelhut. Above the Wizard's portal. [70] . itself A balanced crag had worn a place When rocked by winter tempests —deeply scarred With dumb inscriptions of a vanished race.

the thought of which is deadly sin! And now the Doktor drew from out his vest A quaintly fashioned pouch of cobra-skin. awful runes that might not be expressed. Dread weirds. The furrowed grandeur of his Palisades. Within the crypt discoursed the Sages twain. "This holds. incantations to discern The haunted hiding-place of pirate gold. Dark. In fellowship of craft and eager zest As if from one deep chalice they would drain The mingled wizardry of East and West Of charms to Of spells to Love bring the butter to the churn. even as thy fragrant-fuming weed But. philters. "a leaf that giveth calm Yea." said he. blent with mandragora's potent balm And soothing essence of the poppy-seed. [71] .— — — And long that rugged sentinel had viewed The sylvan peace of Hudson's rolling glades. call the red deer from the wold. The River's breadth of silver solitude.

brushed from plumes of fern In moonlight by the howlet's velvet wing. "My The swarthy Brother! force!" —Prithee. let us show Our magic's The Wizard bowed [72] his head. o'er valley. pipes were lit. "Within the bowl the crimson sparkle gleams! Upon the air the hazy fillets rise! Who scents that cloud shall drowse in wondrous dreams. In melting wreaths. "Well spoke!" the Doktor said. is thine! dare thee the simple wile We learn amid the whispers of the pine? "Then hear! —^The willow's pipe. I tell to O Friend. plain. and Who breathes it —east or west or south or north my will!" in a smile: Shall dr9*p in childlike slumber at The Red Man's cheek was wrinkled "A And mighty medicine. and upward-rolling slow . ruddy bark I burn Within my Upon the coal I fling These russet seedlets.— "When I do blow its azure vapor forth hill. While I shall walk unseen of mortal eyes!" Then half in pique.

From creamy meerschaum, waif of Graecia's wave. And dark red sandstone dug of prairie fells, The heavy incense filled the narrow cave. And outward surging, veiled the golden dells.
Throughout the
vale, where'er that

vapor crept.

The busy farmer dozed beside his wain; The housewife in the dairy sighed, and slept; The fisher let his line unheeded strain;

The bronze-limbed hunter slacked his arching bow; The deer forgot to leap, the hawk to fly; The lilies drooped; the hemlock nodded low. And every aster closed its purple eye.
Of them
that wrought the marvel ?




In vain they strove against the magic best!

smiling each to each a long "Good-night,"
closed their eyes in twice-enchanted rest.



e'en the sentry boulder

knew the charm;


quivered like a blade of grass.


sliding softly as a sleeper's arm.

It sealed the cavern



granite mass.


Around that cave the

leafy creepers cling,



roof in summer, roses blow;

And o'er the mossy portal, in the spring The dogwood pours its avalanche of snow.

And And


they doze


necromantic twain,

While from

their pipes the witching



when Indian Summer bows the


That eery vapor dims the tender

And still the valley lies beneath a spell; And wondrous clouds and visions they do know


loiter in

the dream-enchanted dell

That hears the murmur of Pocantico.


Feet on the

and heads

in the sky.

Bathing our brows in

the breath of spring.

Buoyant and youthful and

clear of eye

Over a glorified road we swing.


are greening their winter tan.

Orchards are heavy with scented snow.

On! through

the Vale of the


Over the Heights of Pocantico!

Dogwood and



trailing pine

furrowed and craggy scaurs;



and columbine


o'er the ashes of buried wars;

Rebel and Tory have made their bed

Harmless, their sabers a truce have found


the verdure that lifts our tread. the heart of the

Deep in

Neutral Ground.


is the

church on the haunted ridge.

Lichens of centuries fleck the sides;

Shrouded and headless,


yonder bridge

Nightly the Galloping Hessian rides.

{What though a burden of moldered stones
Cover their forms from the eyes of men!
Ichabod, Baltus,

and Big Brom Bones

Rise through the magic of Irving's pen.)


in majesty meets the sea

Monarch of mountains and

goblin glades;

Laughing, the ripple of Tappan Zee


at the

frown of

the Palisades.


land in a golden


Here in

The Enchanter hath laid him dowUf
Hollow of Tarrytotvn.

Close by the river he loved so well.




Saturday morning

New Amsterdam

'-' was enlivened

by the weekly market held

at the Strand, or East River water-front, near the

house of Dr. Hans Kierstede, which stood on the
north side of Pearl Street and the comer of Moore

where were the weighing-house and the
dock in the town.



Thither came the country-folk from Haarlem,
Breuckelen, Vlissingen (Flushing), Hoboken-Hacking,

Ompoge (Amboy), Ahasimus, and New Utrecht


on horseback,



canoes, or

market-boats which they moored in the Heere»

Graft or Broad Street canal, bringing their supplies

of veal, pork, butter, cheese, milk, tobacco,

peaches, cider, herbs, melons, oysters, shad, chickens,





quail to exchange for linsey-woolsey cloth, medicines, arrack, sugar, ribbons, caps,

and finery


Sunday wear, clay

pipes and like commodities of





and stuyvers or



Indian sewant or

wampum which was the


medium in the days of Wilhelmus Kieft. Thither came the Indians of Long Island and the Hudson River country with venison and other game and packs of furs and skins beaver, mink,

bear, wolf, wildcat,

and panther.

There gathered

the farmers' wives and daughters, keen for bargaining, but just as eager to exchange gossip with

the ladies of the city.

In default of newspapers,


the news of the

day passed from mouth to mouth; and
were assuredly no' worse than

a few

choice scandals were thus put in circulation, they

title is

that have

been whispered at the tea-drinkings of later days.


scandal referred to in the



Amsterdam's early records of


Like finches. with kerchiefed throats short but ample petticoats [79] . With plaintive calf and lamb The farmer For In hales in groaning dray Along the forest-bordered way." The bronze Mohegan brings the spoil Of wood and river. round the market-boats The And rosy vrouws.— A SCANDAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM Across the inlet's ebb and rise The spotless houses glare surprise From all their gable-hooded eyes On motley. mingling craft The light canoe from wilds remote. dugout. what the soil Hath yielded to his sturdy toil. and float Within "Die Heere Graft. The blunt bateau and market-boat. skiff. this is held a fair market day New Amsterdam. And shallop.

" "Ah. Yankee folk! of The governor's moment hath passed in town. strife 'twixt Hast heard of the our Dominie Bogardus and Antony Jan Salee? [80] . Then hark to what they say! the cloven ear! this "Thou coppery knave with Pray. Mevrouw von Blarcom! we meet again! What news from Soh! the village of Vlissingen? is Adrian Joostan 'tis gone at last! Poor man. Dost fancy our burghers are made of gold? Take it away to thy I'll woods again! Eleven thou sayest? give thee ten. what is thy charge for in puny deer? alive five! Twelve stuyvers wampum! As I'm grow too bold. dame hath a silken gown. verily. Such venison wouldn't be cheap at You Go! savages. Are gathering and scattering And chaffering and chattering. a mercy his woes are past. The Ninth Commandment shattering.And hoods and kirtles gay. Yea? Journeyed to Hartford hath Pieter Volck! reckless to trust to the little How Nay.

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Yea. indeed. showed. Spake somewhat unkindly of Vrouw Mayhap that her linens were none too clean. The Dominie sued for his dame (of course Thou knowest the mare is the better horse). tell And 7 sentenced poor Madam [83] Salee to In public. Well higher than prudent. By Anneke Jansen. or her larder lean. Whatever she said of her. How. trouble was started. Salee. wrath of the Vrouw Who To rushed to her friends with a look intense tell them. let And. I'll be bound It lost not a jot as it traveled round. truthful or slanderous. crossing a street of this muddy town. so all avow.— "The Who. Salee. in veriest confidence. —more of her ankles than there was need! "Then such a commotion you never saw! Vrouw Anneke vowed she would have the law. It kindled the that be. . the Dominie's vrouw. Her servants ill-bred. chatting one Saturday over her tea. The Schepens with sober and solemn face Examined and pondered the weighty case. at sound of the crier's bell. Good Madam Bogardus had raised her gown M-m.

^this is in confidence 'twixt us two — I firmly believe that the tale was true!)" [84] . her husband hath sadly paid Three guilders and more for "Good faith! but our magistrates win applause. So wisely and well they enforce the laws! For truly the tongue is And Slander's a monster that stalks abroad. safe And no one — from the smudge of blame. And the Dominie's wife was a worthy dame. a two-edged sword. all is Devouring (But with a mouth of flame. Moreover. the shame!— his wife's tirade.That falsely she'd spoken —alack.

their The maids and younkers hold way Along the shadowed Bouwerie. With web of and splendid Its piers were rubble. A playful whisper stirs the trees. . Where grasses waved and lilies glowed. beams were hewn of forest pine.Across the kill that eastward flowed It led. at droop of day.) No Roebling reared that primal steel way line. law decrees. crude Its and gray.KISSING BRIDGE {Once at the junction of Roosevelt Street and Park Roto. 185] . A For laughing ripple here. New York was then Nieuw Amsterdam. The sweetest lips must pay the toll. With rake and scythe With lilt and carol full and free. as village rills the shoal. iinjarred by rumbling tram.

These clogging mists of tawdry sham! Let lips be frank and hearts be leal As then in old Nieuw Amsterdam! [86] . span a tide With blowing Let fields on either shore.Good Saint that loved our isle. restore to That hallowed bridge. me be there with one beside! Dispel this cloud of stone and steel.

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evil names — in short. and the calling of were very human. backbiting. that they even took unfair advantage of one another in business transactions. Dry some might think them. that they [89] .A TRIAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM Ayr AN is a quarrelsome animal and his social ^ ^ and political history is largely a record of ' battles and as suits-at-law. and that they were woefully addicted to slander. that they frequently violated the liquor laws. that they sometimes engaged in fisticuflFs. the records of the Court of Burgomasters and Schepens of New Amsterdam contain the germs of many and are delightful rare tales in their naive gravity. From them one may glean that the good people of the town sometimes failed to pay their taxes.

and in generally point. but they were simple. all probability made for justice.As for the judgments of the primitive court. they were of the Solomonic order. and satisfying to the unscientific lay mind. cisions Perhaps legal de- were not monuments of erudition. direct. Witness a case in [90I . Never did that in order its worthy tribunal walk around the square to reach the house next door.

Drawn from Gold the vat in an evil hour. Cometh Jacobus. devoid of little sham. a worthless brew. Natheless maintaining no pay Seeing the beer is is due. he claimeth of startled Jan for redress of his inner man. flat Muddy of color and and sour. Burgher Jan Haeckius standeth here Claiming his due for a keg of beer Sold —on the record this fact stands proven- To crafty Jacobus Van Couwenhouven.—— A TRIAL Ye who IN NEW AMSTERDAM of later days at the sage pretense have chafed at the law's delays And the tedious trials Ye who have laughed That ponders Hear of a In the trim ridiculous evidence process. [91] . town of New Amsterdam. Further. that wily man. Boldly admitting the sale by Jan.

Naught of the microbe that stalks by day.— What did the worshipful Schepens do? Think you they summoned a learned crew Laden with volumes. Nothing they knew of our modern shame Perjury sanctioned by Learning's name. The highway "Court is to Justice was broad and clear: adjourned to inspect the beer. and vials Such as bewilder our modern trials? Nothing of ptomaines nor germs knew they." [92] . Nothing they knew of those wondrous men Skilled in the slights of the subtle pen. retorts.

" "Verdict for l93l . the soft refrain Of deep-drawn That tell breathing and smack of zest of the spirit of man at rest. While the jury.Out to the open the jury wan With doubtful Jacobus and hopeful Nothing was heard for Jan. hand. though all too short E'en for the litigants. its Wiping its mouth on the back of plaintiflF. And spake with conviction. seated along a Absorbed and digested the evidence. an hour or twain But mellow gurgles. fence. Seemly the session. as jurors should: Said beer was good. Soon the Court its Gravely convened at former stand.

In time with even dip and swing And crisp of feathered oars aslant. It stirred your silken-tendriled hair. It whirled the reddened leaf along.ON THE HARLEM The hand that ruled the helm was yours. The arm that bent The breeze the oar was mine. We roused the crags where laurels cling With Eton's mellow rowing-chant. moors that blew across the Was breath of meadows blent with brine. [94] . played upon my shoulders bare. It teased the It wave to rill in song.

silver-shod. leaves aflame Our bows aglow with And gunwale-deep in goldenrod. [95] .So down that sparkling reach we came On keel of cedar.

he undoubtedly deserves that bad eminence because of his cruelty and perfidy which brought upon the settlement the most rible ter- of the Indian wars that hampered its growth. Still it is to be remembered in his favor that he city's basic traditions maintained the of tolerance re- and hospitality by welcoming fugitives from ligious bigotry.WILLIAM THE TESTY 'IXT'ILHELMUS KIEFT • ' is generally admitted to have been the worst of the Dutch govhis ernors of faults New York. such as Lady Deborah Moody. from less liberal New England. and also it is well to bear in mind that Washington little Irving's lively caricature of the peppery Director in his brimstone breeches was actually a satire on Thomas [96] . even waiving minor and ofFenses. and.

Jefferson. For fear that I may be accused of fol- lowing too closely in Irving's footsteps by like- wise appljring the past to the immediate present. and printed [97] . I must plead that the following ballad was writtea in the year 1903.

little Of breeding Oh. And fuming and fussing enough A meddlesome. He troubled his folk with a hundred griefs. ire. He kindled the rage of the savage chiefs. he was a tart pepper-pot! A A A simmering kettle. quarrelsome. [98] . volcano of smothered Forever intruding a muddling hand In matters beyond him to understand. arrow. peevish He bustled and bickered from dawn till night. forever hot! hedgehog little abristle with puissant fire. famed for a wondrous knack dissension and brewing wrack. Though skilled in the practice of wordy strife And cursed with a tongue like a poisoned knife.WILLIAM THE TESTY Afar in the ages of quaint renown this There ruled o'er the germ of mighty town A potentate. sprite. and brand came down Through desolate fields to a mourning town. Upsetting the work of a dozen men for ten. And tomahawk.

aghast at the wild debate utter disruption of And To Church and state. and the sermon was wholly drowned! burghers. every With drum-roll and trumpet and martial sound Was The filled. He marshaled his troops And vainly the Dominie at the stroke of bell. forsooth. "His sermons are stupid and none too short!" Small wonder. "The preacher's a sot!" came the fierce retort. The governor burdened With marvelous 8 the vessel's hold treasure of goblin gold [99] . leal. loudly he thundered in strong dispraise. Deported the disputants out of hand settle their feud in the fatherland. For Parson Bogardus.— He fronted a foeman of like When he blundered afoul of degree the Dominie. that the parson dinned His wrath from the pulpit: "Ach! Duyvil's kind! Defamer of righteousness!" then a roar "My The goats are as good as the governor!" magistrate's vengeance was swift and fell. strove to cheer ear The sinning and sorrowful. the stern and Was And deeply concerned for the public weal. evil Denouncing the governor's ways.

— Achieved under starlight and lantern-glow In the mystical mines of the Ramapo. or Ogier the lordly Dane. Methinks he hath come to his home once more The stanch 'Tis little burgh on the Hudson's shore. lost! And Yet parson and governor both were is —there a legend in hut hall That Governor Kieft wasn't drowned But. That governs the town of New Amsterdam! f lool . the vessel was tempest and tossed. When portly commissioners dread the ban That darts from the orbs of a mighty man. no modern sham. spirited ofF with his fairy gold. at all! He drowses and dreams in a mountain hold Like Arthur. And now when a bickering breaks the gloom And wakens old ghosts in the mayor's room. William the Testy. Thus laden. When frightened attendants stand quaking by And browbeat petitioners turn and fly. Some day to return to his own domain.

A road that wanders. the calm of the valley's breast! be toil on the upward miles. But There oh. the bend. With something always around [lOl] . A road that rambles through marsh and wood. yet turns not Where one should go zvith back. smooth or rugged. it But. I find good. For something's always around There may may be storms in the bleak defiles. For onward ribbons the way I chose. But oh. road may send. the joy of the mountain-crest! And here's a And next —whatever thistle and the there's a rose. Meadow and waste. the bend.THE ROAD My way of life is a winding road. as light a load As well may he in a traveler's pack. to the cloudy end.

Through windy passes or waves of flowers! Though long and weary The the march may rover's blessing shall still be ours: "A noonday halt at a crystal well.Then come and travel my road with me be. And something coming around the bend!'" [102] . to song sing and a tale to tell. A A word and smile with a passing friend.

they testily changed the name to or. in the Onrust or Restless." con- . Point. whirlpools. But after sundry disaster off Hal- Dutch skippers had met with trouble and and currents among the let's rocks." that "the bright or beautiful pass." a stream that flows into the West Schelde through the southern part of his own province of Zeeland. "Hellegatt" appears as the name of the arm of the it is sea that we now call the East River. he set forth on his memorable voyage of exploration along the eastern shore of the island into the unknown Sound. the first ship ever launched in the waters of New York. and two years later. On the figurative map of his expedition that he caused to be made. that nurse of hardy sailors. and captain evident that the patriotic named is." we make [103 ] it.\. THE PIRATE'S SPUKE TN 1612 Captain Adrian Block established a * trading-p^&t on the island of Manhattan. "Hell Gate. the strait in honor of "De Helle- gatt. as "Hel-gatt. a stout craft of native pine.

and from that moment the passage became a veritable picnic-ground and its for all t'^« imps. Now it is notorious that the devil never declines an invitation. the Frying-pan and the Pot scene of —^were the Hen and many an infernal revel until the spirits of [104] .fining the application of that ominous title to the region of danger. rocks —the Hog's Back. the Chickens.

has long been a matter of dispute. New Amsterdam by many Raeff. The infant colony of pirates. perhaps —but the secret lost be- neath the foam of Hell Gate. shot with a dreadful apparition. perhaps it Jan van Campen. the pirate's that haunted Hell Gate until silver -bullet by Governor Peter was visited Stuyvesant. was that of his lieutenant. is Perhaps the ghost was that of Captain de Raeff himself. or ghost. [losJ . such as Captain Sebastian de in the and doubtless some of these perished wild tide-rush of the East River in their attempts to reach the town through the treacherous channel.evil were exorcised by the potent charm of dynain mite 1876. The identity of a spuke.


And the Duyvil squats on the Hog's Back When the angry cloud-banks form. That night 'twas inky black o'erhead And a wild wind smote the town.— Like a slavered wolf the torrent moans And raves through deeps and shoals. high So he snareth fish for his grimy clan. The air is filled with the warning groans And wails of perished souls. And a The dreadful laugh shook the eastern shore mirthless laugh of hell! [107] . And the foaming brine brawls hot As he griddles his prey on the Frying-pan Or seethes it in the Pot! All day a sun of sullen red Through mists had glowered down. crashing roar. And his fiddle squalls to the murky sky In hail of the brewing storm. The March sky broke with a But never a raindrop fell.

golden Main and of Spain! fleets fill. scar-browed seaman sat Jn the stern of a tossing boat. boss of his blue sea-coat Was a shining gold doubloon. thou devil's spawn. A musket in his hand: "Now Nor get thee gone. The thunder's growl and tempest's howl Waxed louder as he sung: "Oh. And the And every hat of a picaroon. No more my For here I stay chests ye till Judgment Day To work my Master's will!" Out stumped our stanch old governor. in the curd of the churning vat Where naught of earth could float.There. His belt of net with pistolet And burnished dirk was hung. longer vex my [ land!" ] io8 . A black-faced. He wore a scarf at his evil throat.

" That girding goblin cried. rich my Master's fee! So here I ride. silver and gold. Until he looseth me. [109] . 'Twas blessed by the Dominie With a mystic word —and it smote that sprite In the place where a heart should be. and silver and gold! Rich. whate'er betide." "Thou wretched wouldst thou defy My Thou will with tawdry spell? thing unclean. thou losel knave? Then take this gift of mine!" The bullet was cast of the silver bright. thou ghoul obscene." The governor "Dost raised his musket true brine: And aimed through spume and silver crave. hell!" Hence! hie thee back to "Oh."Oh. I may not go and I will not go. "While the trade-winds blow and the salt waves flow And the white moon fry! rules the tide.

The moonbeam dropped through a crystal air To dance on a dimpling tide. A To flurry of smoke and flame fled lurid red —and the phantom the place from whence he came. The great wind sank to a maiden's prayer. [no] .A Of cry like the scream of a dying horse. And the strait is free of the And the power of goblins And the force of an iron fiendish art ill. For they fear the wrath of a fearless heart will. The guttural thunder died.

STORM SIGNALS Cloud-wreath. Burr about the moon. a vault of lead: A storm's a-coming soon. mare's tails Sweep a mackerel sky: Oh. A dawn of red. mist-sheath. reef your sail before the gale- The foam is bound to fly! [Ill] . free gull Flit across the sand: A dirty sea there's sure to he When Mare's you're upon the land. Sea-gull. tails.

[II2] . despite the fact that the pale-face had an uncomfortable habit of getting the best of the bargain.A DEAL IN REAL ESTATE "\ X rHILE the early history of the colonies on " " Manhattan was stained by several cruel and the aborigines were generally not un- Indian wars. and. there are friendships between red many instances of warm and white. the relations between the Dutch settlers pleasant.

Sachem of the Weckquaesgeek. Sat and pondered in the sunshine. Puffing at his pipe the while. Arrow-swift.A DEAL IN REAL ESTATE Barendt Cxjyler. light. "Hail!" the Dutchman called in greeting. Shrewd. [113] . "Hail!" the crested chief replied. Up the bank strode Wetamoset. Gracious as a king in exile. but honest as the Merry-hearted. Indian trader. Loved alike by red and white. Pipe to pipe and side by side. wise. Where the brawling Spuyten Duyvil Foams on Mannahatta's Isle. a birchen vessel Shot across the winding creek. and witty.

"Wetamoset dreamed a dream. Who. Green before him waved [114] . Launched again Wetamoset. Dark behind him rose his woodland. sage and war-chief. Bearing oflF the light-won plunder his light canoe. the chieftain softly murmured. horn with large-grained powder. his brother Guileless as a babe new-born. Gazing on the rapid stream. his store." Then quoth the sachem. Stood before his lodge at morn. "Wetamoset dreamed Gave him gun and powder-horn. Chose a musket from Gave them to the stolid chieftain." Grave and Filled a silent." "Tell thy dream. with courteous ado.Long they smoked Till in friendly silence. his corn. Barendt Cuyler Sought his cabin's open door.

alike by red and white. Spoke the trader: "Wetamoset.'' "Let him tell it. sleeping by the Dreamed that Wetamoset gave him All of Papparinamin!" Ruefully the stately sachem Viewed the province of that dream. All the pleasant island-meadow 'Twixt the marshland and the stream. Loved the slope Full and friendly was his welcome. Barendt Cuyler dreamed a dream." Then the trader: lin.Mosholu to Spuyten liuyvil rill Poured a of liquid light. Then. "Cuyler. Long he tarried there. to speak Pleasant words of kindly counsel For the folk of Weckquaesgeek. Up came Barendt Cuyler. beneath his eyebrow's shadow Flashed and danced a mirthful gleam. [IIS] .

my brother. he traced the boundary.Arm in air. — let us dream no more!" Ii6] . Wooded Brother height and reedy shore: is "All that land thine.

green woods belong me!" woodchuck gray and the brown-eyed doe And the chipmunk. rocked on the hazel stem. That swells the pride of a lover's heart I said. And the hare and the deermouse answered. green woods belonged to them! Then the jack^n-the-pulpits. to "The But the sweet. their Looked archly out from purpling hoods With an elfin laugh as they told the truth: to the sweet.POSSESSION When In soft I lay in the mossy bed to the foot of the hemlock-tree. "We all belong green woods!" I117] . friends of youth. "No!"The sweet.

an untamed region of Probably from this fortified ravine. In a haunted cave still to be seen [ii8] . while above tulip-tree. leads through woods to a little patch of meadow backed by lofty cliffs and opening out upon the Spuyten Duyvil. woach!" as they shot their arrows and hurled their lances at Henry Hudson's This is vessel. by far the largest tree on the island. hach. a place brimming over with magic —upper. eminence as well as from the height of Nipnichsen on the Westchester shore across the creek. tory that a few still rises the promon- call by its ancient name of Cock cliff.WIZARD'S WELL AT the extreme northwestern end of the island *"* of Manhattan. hoach. and woodland. grows a great Here a spring of the it purest water flows into the creek. the Indians of the island first sounded in European ears their fierce war-cry. A deep glade. and middle magic. ha. Hill or Cox's Hill. ha. bordered by the broad Hudson and the curving Spuyten Duyvil. known as The Clove. lower. "Hoach.

A kindly old wizard. ever after known as the Wizard's Well. he imparted some of his mystic his dwelling- power to the beautiful spring near place. hight Moaqua.under the eastward once dwelt shadow of the Indian cliffs there an ancient medicine-man. [119] . his counsel was much sought by the rosy maidens of New Haarlem and New Amsterdam on all subjects from matters of the dairy even unto matters of the heart. and eyes in all before he vanished from mortal the mysterious manner characteristic of true wizards.

"Leave your gloomy forest glades! Join our dance upon the green!" Trudchen never turned her head. oh. and fear no harm!" Onward flew her constant feet. [120] . "Trudchen! Trudchen!" sang the birds. Sweet! us.WIZARD'S WELL "Tritochen! Trudchen!" teased the maids. "Here are lilies. "Stay with Play with us. Sweet. Laughed the lads of gallant mien. Called the squirrels. Sweet. high in air. Velvet moss and maidenhair. Light as wind-blown thistledown Up the woodland path she sped Far above the step-roofed town. white as curds. Pause or word had broke the charm.

Light as mnd-bloam thistle doom Up the VJoodland path she sped. .


Underneath the cliff-walled hill Shadowed by the ancient wood Bordered by the sparkling kill.Soon beside the pool she stood. [123] . "Hear the words my grandam taught! Hear the unforgotten spell! Own the charm thy magic wrought! I Grant the wish may not tell!" Steered where Spuyten Duyvil Kill Drinks of Hudson's ample flow. whose haunted cave cling. Closed her eyes and faced the south. Bending low. Hides where mountain-laurels Red Moaqua. Wished her wish and spoke the spell: "Wizard chief. with coral mouth Sipped the waters of the well. thou that gave Secret gifts to bless thy spring. Driven with a lusty will Landward rode the broad bateau.

plain and pied.Rich in peltries. "We have brought him home again!" Light o'er rock and fallen bole Leaped the youth in glad surprise. Marten fur and panther hide. Lairs of beasts and savage men. Trudchen!" lisped the waves. and deer. Gaily came the pioneer. Tulip-tree. Spoil of beaver. mink. Tell the wish that Tell Trudchen made! me — did that wish come true? [124] . Home! from "Trudchen! wilds and craggy caves. Gently kissed the hooded eyes. Soft behind the girl he stole. whose mighty shade Gives the well a deeper hue.

kernel of the wheat. shoot of mountain pine. Send him line/ like the thunderbolt to break thefoeman's Rose leaf. Morsel of his native earth. let his eye be true. the bay. let his dream be Take my secret thought to him and call him hopie again! ll2S] . crystal of the dew. sweet. Airy waft of thistledown. feather of Bring him peace and happiness.HALLOWE'EN CHARM Fern seed. berry of Let the fairy gifts of you mingle with the spell. elm leaf. Guard the precious life and soul of him that's far away! Oak slip. the wren. Lend his arm the strength of you. thorn slip. Bark of wizard hazel-wand. hemp seed. water of the well.

wooded Clove at Spuyten Duyvil. set up his forge on the Strand of the East River just below the paHsades of Wall Street. . he was the the man to stand by Governor Stuyvefleet. the smith. Hanover Square and is Hearty. narrated in the following ballad. last patriotic. pugnacious.BORGER JORIS'S HAMMER New Amsterdam PARLY *-' in the history of Borger Joris. where to-day. The scene of his youthful adventure. the Glen of the Little is part of the glade of the Gray Men. sant in his defiance of the English city in and left disgust after the surrender.

a burgher of Borger Joris. His forge-fire blazes. Who And lounges full-length on the turf at his Heaves up the great hammer. ax. his On He plowshare.— BORGER A JORIS'S HAMMER pith. his face to the breeze harbor. LANDHOLDING freeman. I pray: You've wrought on the anvil [127] many a day . The The The coals of the smithy to ashes have burned. on coulter. Thrice hard were the labors of forest and farm If gone were the skill of that muscular arm. Is big New Amsterdam's smith. Young Peter De His curly-haired 'prentice. on scythe. stout queries. sledge-hammer rings bill. as eager for play And thary of work as a boy of to-day side. daylight is ebbing. Joris's pride. Just south of the Wall where the ferryboat swings. "Good master. That blows from the Vries. and beats the white iron that shapes to his will. in leisure well earned smith's at the doorway. now for tell me.

far better the fowl-haunted sedge I loved than the anvil. A deep-iissured foreland of green-wooded glades Where chestnuts are gathered by Indian maids is And cress in the summer. horseshoe. the bellows. free-footed through meadow and A truant. and sledge. "Well north. But who forged the hammer that forges them all?" A As huge. ale. .Scythe. [128] So mild the air That columbines bloom at the earliest there. kindly hand like the paw of a bear Is lost in the youth's tumbled masses of hair Joris I makes answer: "That hammer was new was a worthless apprentice like you. and the azure o'erhead Was mellow with haze. like a slip-halter colt I scampered holt. When But fill me a pipe and a tankard of I'll My "In lad. and tell you its wonderful tale. on the sweep of the eddying kill That limits our island. the great and the small. When goldenrod waved. arises a hill. and anchor. fall when the maples were tinging with red.

fain To search every nook of my lovely domain. it must be a cheat! the glen Yet. Then. with the chirp to the To wander. Their tasseled caps waving [129] . its laurels its Oh. high-souled and adventurous. I lay in a doze in the shade of a great tree that To dream clear. To chaff birds. ringing and The clink of a forge-hammer smote on my ear. men They swarmed on the like little red flags. I saw clearly: The nave of Was Not filled with an army of httle gray three feet in stature! crags. better than I. stretched grows Cliff-sheltered. too squirrels. spring-watered. out my day-dream. no. '"Twas there that happy to for words. Sore blow to feet my conscience! I sprang to my And marveled and trembled. green are clear and mossy Its caves are wells —may they never run dry!- You rascal! you know the spot I loitered. when.And And bobolink chirrups his mellowest staves.

Of metal to whiteness. [130] . the anvils ring! Commingling strength and craft and zeal In welded bar and tempered steel spell- We And frame our work with chanted cool it in the Wizard's Well. or heated thick wedges Then. yet others. Made ready wee anvils. The flame-tongues leap. And And never a gnome of them boggled or shirked.Their buskined feet twinkling. sledges. ever the Little Men sang as they worked: '"Clang! cling! the hammers swing. Some tended a blaze in Some wheeled the black it a cup-shapen rock. their beards flowing free. wonders they wrought In well-tempered iron. Their eyes in a riot of mischievous glee "And this wore a jerkin ana that wore a smock. ore from the earth where bides To smelt out the iron. down came the And up flew the sparkles! Oh. besides. and swifter than thought.

the forges glow! Then let cold iron drink of fire And weld the sledge that shall not tire. more earnest and strong. elfin Now stamp on each the brand That none In meadow. from the Warning and A I fire-new hammer. 10 f 131 . and naught's amiss. The share to plow. forge. fist gripped on the with a venturesome And — puff! — all the pageantry passed like a mist! "So. shall ever fail the hand forest. or mill. That works with craft and might and will!' "A gnome (Like pile with a frown and a gnome with a smile Blessing) advanced. The ax to lay the forest low. my feet. I bore to the smithy the ' hammer and ] song. and silently placed at gift They carried. The coals awake. the scythe to mow! " 'Hiss! hiss! the waters kiss The finished tools."'Ho! ho! the bellows blow. with handle complete. back from the wildwood.

" To bless with the succor of elf-given skill The mortals who wield them with power and [132] . still do I mark with their magical brand scythe.And And And Each oft as I labor I think of the glen echo the chant of the Little Gray Men. and plowshare that comes from my hand will. ax.

fir.A LILT IN FALL The brown of her eyes in the oaken leaf. The stir of her sighs in the mountain The scent of her breath in the garnered sheafOh. all the world shall sing of her! [133] .

THE CHANGE OF FLAGS TN August. while there was yet peace ^ between Holland and Great Britain. Long Island settlers. The fort was dilapidated. Colonel Nichols sailed up the render of Bay and demanded the surNew Amsterdam. [134] . 1664. things being in His gracious disposal. replying in simple faith to the English commander: As touching the threats in your conclusion. Stuyvesant. was commanded to the northward. force of Indians. only that we fear nothing but what God (who all is just as merciful) shall lay upon us. My lords. by Him with small forces as by a makes us wish you all happiness and and recommend you to His protection. which prosperity. Your thrice humble and affectionate servant and friend. and Stuyvesant had by the hills at his service but two hundred and fifty soldiers. a body of and hundred regular troops. and a considerable New-Englanders. P. yet he obstinately refused to yield. and we may as well be preserved great army. we have nothing to answer. The demand was full backed by a show of four war-ships with a hundred guns and a five complement of sailors.

the sturdy blacksmith. refusing to accept English rule.But resistance was too clearly hopeless. headed by Borger Joris. The clamors of the people and the entreaties of his most trusted counselors at last won from the governor a reluctant consent to the articles of capitulation. by Dutch and Engrest in the vault of soil and that his bones old St. who. whence their stalwart descendants re- turned to do yeoman service against their traditional foes in the Revolutionary War. if somewhat imperiously. On the other hand. "I had much rather be carried out dead!" Yet some there were. mellowing with age alike still and loved and respected lish. [I3S] . withdrew in disgust into the remote interior. protesting. Mark's Church. it is pleasant to remember that the doughty governor spent the last years of his long life in the city that he had ruled most ably. and the Dominie fairly dragged him from the bastions of the fort. within the of his cher- ished island.

— THE CHANGE OF FLAGS A A FLURRIED scud of sunlit sails To make the sheltered port. Within the seaward The grave-browed burgomasters Have sought the council-hall. a trumpet-peal fort. His hammer in his hand. And groups of anxious burghers Are clustered on The Plain. And hither from The Strand Comes stalwart Borger Joris. Van Dyck has raised the yeomanry To man the northern wall. And here is Abram Pietersen. The vrouws have left their bread to The children leave their play "The Englishmen! the Englishmen! Their ships are in the Bay!" burn. The Watch is up with ancient arms That foiled the steel of Spain. [136] . flash of steel.

surrounded. Was "Old "I standing at his side. [137] . hold your courage high! hear the cannon's music I die!) Once more before And show That ye these haughty English are of the strain That held the walls of Leyden Against the might of Spain!" A hand upon his shoulder And Peter turned in pride. know thy That heart of courage fears not any man. Their linstocks blazing bright: "Now make And (I'll your weapons ready. his comrade. friend. friendless. and trusty soldier. Outnumbered as we are. Yet save thy helpless city! Provoke not ruthless war! Alone.The stubborn Heer Direktor Upon the rampart's height Roused up his keen-eyed gunners. The Dominie." That man of God began.

The city's stanch defenders Marched shoreward. unashamed. Divorced by leagues of ocean From home and Then paused the fatherland!" stern Direktor. And. helpless people. red against the heavens The flag of England flamed. faithful Father William to bear Had sworn But spare a them aid. The princely flag of Orange Above their caps of steel. shoulder touching shoulder. "Thou speakest truth!" he said. Beset on every hand.Our But sires held leagured Leyden By spear and carronade. God in heaven! — I would that I were dead!" Then. "I yield! but. [138] . While through a dimming mist He viewed his little city He clenched his iron fist And smote the useless cannon. With drum and trumpet-peal.

George! "So! must we swear allegiance And bow our necks?" quoth he. [139] . but hapless toil! Oh. We'll breed a race of soldiers! A Our race with hearts and thews! children's children's children Perchance may live to fling Away And these galling shackles scorn the tyrant king.An To angry man was Joris Beside the blazing forge see above the rampart The banner of St. "And pay our tithes to puppets Of kings beyond the sea? What boot to fashion plowshares And scythes. And there I'll hammer sabers For better men to use. had I beaten broadswords held your soil! Ye might have "Ho! freemen! leave the city For dukes to make or mar! We'll raise our rugged hamlets Among the hills afar.

And when our debt is paid.And when they've struck for freedom. They'll think on Borger Joris That wrought the battle-blade!" [140] .

Colonial PeriocL© .


The following little social incident occurred in the early years of the new regime. it is true. the beginnings of many There other changes. and the little town became more and more a years city. sailed into the harbor with the forces under its Col. New Amsterdam became permanently New York. a brief reversal to the old order when a Dutch fleet retook the city from the invaders. 143] .POLLY CORTELYOU T^HE * little English fleet that in August. brought in wake. livelier the English element grew pre- ponderant with the rapid increase of population. But for many New York presented a strange contrast of nationalities and an often comical blending of city and country scenes and manners. besides a change in government. was. 1664. social as well as political. But by a treaty that ended an indecisive war. Richard Nichols. old Dutch customs slowly yielded to English fashions.

in silken revelry. Bom a dainty little shrew. Sprightly and contrary. tresses. Swept their hearts' princesses. in Buxom little charmer. Mistress of the dairy. her father's bouwerie stood Now Fronting on the highway Where.POLLY CORTELYOU "Pretty Polly Cortelyou. [144] . neat dress. Plumes and powdered Passed Manhattan's chivalry. "Sweet of manner. Who would have such loveliness Wasted on a farmer!" Built when only moor and wood Edged the rustic byway.

Rosy Polly Cortelyou turning. "Nay." the gallant said. dear. "Go!" said she. Faith. "thou face of scarlet! lass brass. fashion. Frowning still on Harry Gray. do it [HS] . Sure." me any I'll servile task. Save thy coat of How should e'er a farmer Wed a lazy varlet!" "Cruel Polly! leave the churn! Think me not a rake. you doubt me? Proof Set I Can you ask love you madly? gladly. Merry spark of Sipping buttermilk and whey Just to cool his passion. Kept the dasher StifFer Panting as the butter grew with her churning. "I'd turn Shepherd for your sake. dear.

Threading bog or muddy shore. I'd bear them. to tame him. [146] . (If he tried to snatch a kiss. Milking-pails and dairy yoke Wheresoe'er I charge thee?" "Sweet. Clear to Spain! —and back. till I enlarge thee. Draws a luckless mortal). "Bear. toward the door. Through the house. Truly." the maiden spoke. Heaping full of treasure. "Just to do thy pleasure."Wilt thou then. Opened wide the portal." vowed the youth. forsooth. Led him from the dairy (So a Jack-o'-lantern sprite. do you blame him?) Laughing at his helpless plight. So an antic fairy." Round his neck the dimpling miss Bound the yoke.

There he stood in silken coat. Heartless Polly shrieked with mirth. the ballroom's pride. street. Snowy scarf about his throat. Laughing still. that wicked little cheat.Then. Yoke across his shoulders. All Manhattan's gallants gay Split their sides asunder. to blind him. Open! open! kindly earth! Cover 11 his abasement! [147] . All Manhattan's brave array Stopped and stared in wonder. Screened behind the casement. Rapier silver-hilted. pails all Brimming Joy of on either side. tilted. Thrust him headlong to the Snapped the lock behind him. beholders. Beaver bravely Harry Gray.

field Chain your hearts. they Solemn as a major. Gallants.Each of twenty youths. Took his oath that Harry Gray Did it on a wager. say. to and wood Send them not a-roving. heed! 'Twere well ye should. Eight-and-forty ladies fair (Can a man deceive them?) Dropped their eyes and heard them swear- Didn't quite believe them. Let the canny country boys Woo the farmer lasses! [148] . Woman-craft in subtle toys All your wit surpasses. Be they ne'er so loving.

sun-browned men-at-arms That wore the buff and blue. Those large-boned. Then here the settler's cattle grazed the Along bowered track. Our first sad pledge to Liberty. But yonder rose the gallows-tree Where. [149] . burned Upon this island acre The Red Man's council flame. Great-hearted Leisler died.CITY HALL PARK Ere Cabot's prow was westward turned. blazed And here his bell-mouthed musket And drove the savage back. calm and fearless-eyed. And hither flocked from shops and farms. When Freedom's summons flew. Before old Hudson came.

Oh. shrine. build your walls. On Leave earth less dearly this known. still one spot unburdened With tyrant steel and stone! — A A scroll whereon brave youth shall trace Brave deeds of days gone by. a little. hallowed space Unroofed beneath the sky. [ISO] . for build you will.

at least from his trusted advisers. having. purchased protection.THE STORM SHIP TN early English colonial times. William Kidd. the inflexible Earl of Bellomont. ^ Benjamin Fletcher's administration from 1692 to 1698. the city of New York was a veritable paradise of pirates. Nat- urally the outfitting of buccaneering vessels and the marketing of the treasure that they brought into port were wonderfully good for business. once a respectable householder of Liberty Street. he sailed in the Adventure galley to . it pretty well established. if not from the governor himself. empowered [151] with King William's commission. how. in 1696. who is carried thither for sale the spoil of the Indian seas and swaggered boldly in the streets. presumed to and strove to bring the pirates to Everybody has heard of Capt. especially in Col. wherefore great was the righteous indignation of the honorable merchants of the city er's when Fletch- successor. interfere with the profitable traffic justice.

and overtook him.prey upon the pirates of the Indian Ocean. there a well-attested tradition that still lies the charred hulk of his hapless ship be- neath the waters of the river at the foot of Dunderberg." and where "Kidd's Plug ClifF" is still shown as a repository of his golden hoard. whence was recovered of the sea by the government. how he turned pirate himself. where Cald- Landing bears the alternative name of "Kidd's Point. [152] . but and the hidfng-places of wise men agree that the fate of his piratical vessel or vessels his fabulous treasures remain dark and delightful mysteries. is moreover. Vague stories of the terrible captain still echo among well's the Highlands of the Hudson. It is how punishment Long Island part of his known that before Kidd sur- rendered himself to justice he sailed up Sound as far as Oyster Bay and all left it booty at Gardiner's Island.

The silent shapes on her main-deck's height Are of Hudson old and his mutineers.THE STORM SHIP sails are wove of the fogs that flee. fleet of the North she And the fisher-craft of the mist-hung shore close in port Keep when the Storm Ship [ rides. Her masts are wraiths of the Baltic firs. Her lanterns gleam with the wan corpse-light. Through the death-white glides. The clouds roll black where her helmsman steers. IS3 ] . The phosphor-glow of a sultry sea Her Is the only foam that her forefoot stirs. She comes from the capes of Labrador.

won amid Red wrack and slaughter ^homeward The pirate craft of Captain Kidd.— Full-crammed with Eastern silk — and gold A guilty treasure. ho! a sail!" cried. He gripped the cutlass at his side. "She comes in chase —no flag displayed. the chain-shot flew. ashore. ho!" the chorus rang. Let beggars fight and cowards hang! shall live like lords. "Our hatches brim with But we precious store. "Westward. Belike a war-ship of the Crown Run out the starboard carronade And send her mainmast toppling down!" The gunner aimed and well he could. The lookout from the foretop captain heard that boding hail." "A The sail to windward. — rolled And. It — brought no crash of rending wood. The linstock blazed. Yet cut the mainmast through and through. [IS4] .

It cut the mast before their eyes. a rising gale behind. livid faces of the dead! Round spun the wheel! In panic. beneath a murky pall. No murmur in her bellied clouds Of canvas. like a red-hot cannon-ball. Proud Mannahatta's island key The sun went down. The breeie was voiceless in her shrouds. The The sullen sun in skies of lead Revealed. fled. And underneath That drumly the darkening skies vessel bowled along. They swept the shores of Tappan Zee left astern. And. The crew stood silent on her deck. gray without a fleck. blind To They all but that dread shape abeam. stiff Yet mast and spars stood and strong. Up Hudson's glamour-haunted stream. [iSS] . Was Beneath the heights of Tarrytown.

[iS6] . the Devil's Race.They drove across the sea-broad sweep That laps the hills of Haverstraw To Dunderberg's enchanted steep goblins keep the vale in awe. Whose Around the frowning mountain boiled That swirling ebb. In vain the tide-held pirate toiled! While onward drove the wraith in chase.

For. Her sails are wove of the fogs that flee. his Her ghostly captain waved hand And Dunderberg was ringed with flame! Red levin smote the buccaneer. crackling flame-tongues searched the hold. The phosphor-glow Is the only of a sultry sea forefoot stirs. A felon's death. living grave. a blackened name. The pirates plunged in headlong The flight. foam that her [157] . as the phantom closer came. a wild turmoil Of smoke and foam and Hudson rolled Above a wealth of blood-won spoil. — And he that 'scaped the Was spared to sound For him a dungeon's flame and wave the depths of shame. mad with fear. A rending crash.— New horror froze the cutthroat band. And helter-skelter. Her n^sts are wraiths of the Baltic firs. Her kindled rigging lit the night.

sail! run for port with a thrice-reefed rich For the waves wax rides.When she lays her head to the whooping And the corpse-light flares on her lofty Oh. it's gale sides. where the Storm Ship IiS8] .

in frenzied The flashing bluefish leaps —for life! [IS9] .OFF FIRE ISLAND With snapping flag against the gray. With plunging bows awash with spray. Our little sloop is running free Before the Dawn awakes the sea. The west wind strains The foam's above the the bellied sail. lee-rail. strife low The hand-line stings.

the Forest Preacher. from the region of the Tappan Zee. by such wandering men of God Overbeck. becoming too they were properly as proud in their rebuked prosperity. and sometimes. immigration was encouraged and new farming and the communities gathered along the quiet reaches of the Hudson. [160] .THE THANK-OFFERING UNDER the rule of the English governors. The farms flourished farmers prospered.

Harvest-plenty overflowing Filled the little church. [i6i] . Heap your tithes of all His Round His altar-place." giving Ere November breezes blowing Bared the silver birch." he said. living. Witnessing His grace. Bent his silvered head: "Harvest yields for every creature Food in store. the Forest Preacher.THE THANK-OFFERING OvERBECK. "Ye that know your Lord is.

Housewives showed in oaken caskets Butter firm and good. When across the moor Crept the widow. Helped and clothed by kindly neighbors What hath she to give?" [162] . bent. Boastful Gert Von Horn county Swore no Equaled croft in all the his for corn. "She! that earns with Scant enough to all her labors live. Gretel Baiter. Wrinkled. Peter Smit his orchard's bounty. Children brought in birchen baskets Nuts of copse and wood.— Farmer-folk in pleasant parley Praised the crops they'd reared — Dirck Van Brunt his sheaves of barley Yellow as his beard. and poor. All was set before the altar.

behold the widow's All the world — treasure!" drew near. shall be your teacher. "What Humble 12 are treasures proudly tendered? Dross before His throne! offerings. alone. Just an earthen cruse. Raised his noble head: "She." he said. not I. my friends. upon it Writ Yea". Just a little earthen measure Filled with water clear." [163] . the Forest Preacher." Overbeck. Oh. Loveth God.— "Come. in letters plain all and her world might con it "God be thanked for rain. humbly rendered.

SAXON HARVEST HEALTH Here's to the plow that furrowed. Here's Here's to the hand that sowed. Here's to the arm that mowed! Blest with the choice of blessings Are orchard and hill and plain — The blessing of Grapes and Apples. to the rake that harrowed. [164] . The blessing of Sheaves of Grain.

TUBBY HCX)K ABOUT two-thirds of a mile below Spuyten •** Duyvil. by its appearance alone justified Hoeck" After Cape of the Tub "Tubby Hook. there filling-in its a rock-edged cape which. before operations changed its rounded outline. across the at the old settlement of carries Inwood from picnic-parties is where the Fort Lee ferry Hudson to the Palisades. [165] . And as the the narrator extends back to the time Street was 'way memory of "when Canal his authority down to the Battery." ^the — old Diitch name of "Tobbe now rendered — much lips inquiry I finally learned from the bearded of an old settler the true explanation of this promising name." is on legendary matters plainly indisputable.

She loved her neighbor. here's the rub Beyond all conscience she loved her tub! She rubbed and scrubbed with strange delight. skirts were starched so they stood alone! [i66] . She scrubbed and rubbed from morn till night.— TUBBY HOOK Mevrouw von Weber was brisk though fat. but. walls and chimneypiece fairly shone. she loved her cat. Her earthly hope Was Her Her placed in soap. She loved her husband.

vrouw. let But when the sud of her washtub churned On Easter Sunday! —the — earthworm turned. The flood she reveled in never ebbed. "I'll wash and wash till the Judgment Day!" [167] . who Could hear her vow.! By mop and duster and broom she swore. followed in dark dismay. her husband. His angry vrouw. her scrub through the livelong week." quoth "Let labor be! This day when all of the world's at feast in Thou'lt wash no more my house. She scrubbed the Until she wore floor The oak in channels from door to door. Without a sound She flaunted round And took her tub to the river strand. And hill to dale Retold the tale That both her hands and her feet were webbed Now He Hans. was mild and meek. at least!" She stopped her toil at her lord's command. Where Hans. "Nay. he.

that evil crew. Cried one whose face was a Chinese mask. That steered the course with a supple A A A A shift for sail. "This dame is sworn to a goodly task! [168] . (They ride the waters.) And And every witch in a washtub sat. They hailed the vrouw on her spit of sand. kroeni to whurry the bark along. shell to bale. every witch had a coal-black cat tail. tkread ta r»ef when the wind blew stroag. Wherever the Duyvil hath work to do.Along a river that leaped in flame The Sailing Witches of Salem came. She waved them back with a soapy hand.

till the Judgment Day!" With cries to Satan and Beelzebub They shaped the cape like an upturned tub! Beneath its dome and the shifting sands That busy vrouw at her washtub stands. friends that ride on the crested swell.— — Come. Good housewives And That take this truth from a ragged song super-cleanliness may go wrong! 1 169] . We'll charm the spot with a lasting spell That here she'll stay And And scour away. roll When clouds black as a Dutchman's hat You'll hear the wail of the injured cat! So heed her fall. never rest While day and night She bends her might To scrub the fur of a black cat white! When down The waves the river the norther scuds are flecked with the rising suds. all.

Despatched a letter o'er the foam. in proud elation. Where grimy furnace-men Now. And bitter grief and consternation That missive catised in Patrick's home! "Och! Mother av the Saints in glory!" The wail arose as Nora read: "Sure. one of these. Upon a northward promontory The "House of Blazes" stands in pride- A tavern famed in local story.THE HOUSE OF BLAZES {A Modern Legend of Spuyten Duyail) Where Spuyten Duyvil's waves environ Manhattan's stern and rock-bound shore With fume and flame of molten iron A foundry's chimneys blaze and roar. abide. Pathrick's gone to purgathory! He niver wrote that he was dead! [170] .

dwelling in the House av Blazes. "'The boss is jist the kind that plazes. And right forninsi the Spittin' DiviW" [171] . 'though somewhat warrm I feel Wid heapin' coal to feed the fire An' makin' pies av red-hot steel. And I'm ahl me mates is mighty civil.'"Me job is ahl I c'uld desire.' Sez he.

"Shall not the oppressed have even the right to complain?" he demanded. publisher of New York Weekly Journal. trial But on the day of the old and eminent law- Andrew Hamilton. yer from undertook the defense. John Peter Zenger. Will- ^ iam Cosby. The proceedings were conducted Zenger's attorneys with the greatest unfairness.ZENGER THE PRINTER TN The 1735. an Philadelphia. was prosecuted satirical for libel mainly because of a bitter review of Cosby's corrupt government that had appeared in his paper. "Shall the press be [172] . were expelled from the bar. under the Administration of Gov.

[173] . the jury boldly disregarded the charge and declared the defendant guilty" amid the cheers of the audience.silenced that evil governors may have their way?" Although the chief justice charged the jury to convict on the ground that an attack on a gov- erning official was libelous whether the statements made "Not therein were true or false. first This was the successful assertion of the liberty of the prosg at a time when in the cities of Europe and America thought and speech were severely restricted.

Telling of tyranny's foul disgrace. Shouting for right in the market-place. Rousing the spirit that never dies. Doggedly toiled at his wooden press Building his monument. Grimly he published that galling sheet Out "through the hole in the prison door. WrathfuUy flung on the dungeon floor. through storm and stress. Phrasing the wrath of the curling Wrongfully haled through the public street. Deaf to a sycophant Council's rage. Scourging with irony's stinging whip. lip." [174] . page by page. Speaking the truth in a world of lies! Vexing the governor's pampered fold. Showing how justice was bought and sold.ZENGER THE PRINTER Zenger the Printer.

Through storm aind Guard we the prize of the fight he won Bulwark of Freedom. the wholesome laws! Vain was the governor's heavy grudge! Gallant old Hamilton pled his cause: "Men Say! of Manhattan! your fateful word Curses or blesses the coming time! — shall the downtrodden if die unheard? What of your freedom Truth be crime!" Nobly the men of a free-born Cleaving the truth-teller's strain plea. Answered the note of that noble futile chain free! Freeing the weapon that made them Zenger the Printer — his work is done. a fearless press! [I7S] . stress Soft be his slumber.—— Vain were the wiles of a Twisting to evil servile judge '.

THE RIVER What may Ere the gray gull know high the rolling sun is Of the wakened world below His road in the winnowed sky? The song of the crowded streets. Where the smoke-wreaths the lift and melt. red hills. Where mainsail flaps and heaves like a fills. What may the nighthawk view As To the great the wings cleave their way Through the gemmed [176] arc's deeper blue haunt of his midnight prey? . tryst of ships where the river meets the gladdened sea. The throng of The The burst of the wharf and quay. And Hudson On wampum belt the breast of the strong.

And the flare of red abaft. shrouds. And the flash of the green abeam. And the glow-worm glare of the dragon That glide on the sable stream.The fairy lamps that show 'On masthead. and spars. lights of the The million town that glow Like a bank of welded stars. craft [^77] .

^ — BUTTERMILK CHANNEL- "DUTTERMILK CHANNEL" ^ is the still attached to the strait between name Red Hook on the Brooklyn shore and Governor's Island. indicate that the sportively name was sometimes applied to the [178] . Other legends. with other produce. Some hold that the passage was so called because of the buttermilk which. the country wives it were wont to bring across in fleets of market-boats on their way to New York. however.

broader passage of the East River. 13 1 179] . and there tale to the effect that it is a commemorates the re- sourcefulness of the adventurous daughter of a Long Island farmer when overtaken by a sudden storm that raised a great commotion in the nar- row channel.


Nancy Blossom,
freight of corn-in-silk

With your

And your chickens and your cheeses And your cans of buttermilk!
Wait the morning -with your
Bid that lazy darky Mingo

In her cabin on the strand;


the market-boat to land;

For the river channel's brawling.

And the windy heavens frown, And you'll never reach Manhattan
'Fore the sun goes down!"

But Nancy had her errand


the market wouldn't wait,

So she oared the heavy wherry

Through the currents of the


Then the tempest broke above


And the chickens squawked And the little darky Mingo

in fright;

Fairly turned from black to white

As he

chattered, "Laws-a-massy!
dis nigger






nebber reach Manhattan

'Fore de sun goes down!"


she cuffed that



Till she

taught him to behave;

And they poured a can of buttermilk Upon the saucy wave; And the roughness of the channel Grew as smooth as watered silk,
As the angry

was tempered
in safety


the mildness of the milk.

So they made the land

'Mid the cheers of half the town
In the harbor of Manhattan
'Fore the sun went down.

When the bleak nor'easter blusters. When the summer tempests roar
their host of prankish goblins

Bend the masts along the

When the wind-lashed wave is Down the river to the Bay,



the surges of the channel

Froth and foam with milk and whey, [i8i]

All to honor

Nancy Blossom


achieved this high renown
she crossed to old

'Fore the sun went down!


Sun-warmed, where Hudson meets
the sea.


motley-blossomed croft





inn that cheers the bee

Astray amid our wastes of stone

Where pansies Where

raise their velvet heads.




Across the sweet-alyssum beds;




four-o' clocks.

Right neighborly, together grow

and white;

The wild and tame,

the red


here I spend the hour of glow
bats bring in the night.

Ere moths and





a ducal throne;

I rule a fief in Fairyland,

Though scarce



serf is



puissant, scepter-wielding hand.


Unchecked, his subterrene abode

That Earth-gnome

Worm may
Ogre Toad

dig with zeal.



I balk


Who marks him

Jor a horrid meal!

Those gay Zingaras of the breeze.

The air-delighting


Have come





That mock

so well their

forms and dyes.

I know yon dart of emerald


That shakes the arbor's dewy shower!

The Humming-bird, bold errant knight.
Is tilting with the trumpet-flower!

Unthanked, unknown,

aloof, benign.

By wayward whim

alone controlled,

Like him that ruled in ease divine
careless, lawless


of Gold,

So do I hold Saturnian reign
Till one transcending day,

I ween.

Shall welcome




her leal


Faery Queen.




half-acre park on lower


just north of the identity through

Custom-House has preserved




Indian camping-site and council-place, then part of
a parade-ground, next a bowling-green,



though under widely varied auspices, a park for
the privileged few or the general public,


been intimately connected with


of the most

significant events of the city's history.


in the earliest

days as the "plain before

the fort" and even then largely devoted to recrea-



the year of Washington's birth

leased for the consideration of "one peppercorn per


to three gentlemen "in order to



Bowling Green there."

was thus the first officially
In 1772
it is

authorized park in the city.
in the diary of


John Adams

"A beautiful

of land, railed in with solid iron, in the center

of which


a statue of his majesty on horseback,

very large, of solid lead gilded with gold, standing


George ti861 . but rights tradition has it that the iron up- were formerly surmounted with decorative crowns which were broken off by the throned mob that de- the leaden statue of his Majesty King III. leaden statue that a few years later was pulled down by his Majesty's rebellious subjects and run into bullets dedicated to the discomfiture of his Majesty's troops. very high. the green is The railing that still surrounds said to be the original fence mentioned by Adams."' It was this.on a pedestal of marble.

[187] . it roll Unchanged spreads a verdant scroll for Whereon is writ. Where now De Peyster's image stands The simple sachems gave their lands For trinkets —easy victims fit For such as crafty Minuit. Bowling Green here. And here his dark-eyed children played. city's rise.BOWLING GREEN A PLEASANT breadth of open space though ages In wastes of stone. The Red Man lit his council-flame To plan the hunt or ambuscade. Before the northward sally-port The soldiers Of men that —a gallant breed held the Yankee. a breathing-place For dusty toil. For Dutchman came. The legend of a Still knowing eyes. Rule prince or people. before the is Bowling Green. king or queen. Swede. Next rose Kryn Frederyck's bastioned drilled fort.

Then. The sullen savage sued for peace. While elders nodded. then "The Plaine. as loyal hearts decreed. The gentry laid the level green. Peace! The see! British drum Hath beat retreat. richly turfed and weeded clean.— And Weckquaesgeek in high di. And here. Upon this level. And Thrice welcome. and they come! [i88] . with dances gay And garlands. Here drovers sold the flock's increase. sage and bland. hot rebellion spurned the Crown horse and king went crashing down. King George bestrode a leaden Till steed. in And loyers rambled hand hand Till English guns in churlish rage Knelled out our city's Golden Age. Alluring sport-delighting souls To cast the jack and hurl the bowls. Stout Peter stumped on timber leg. bringing in the May.sdain." Van Twiller broached the foaming keg. The young folk came.

strifes. Unchanged amid a changing city's heart is Bowling Green. whipped the Redcoat Grenadiers stride is With swinging all come marching in. knows the visions. the air wild with din. While. Who marched with Greene. of Monmouth plain. who charged with Wayne. [189] . Who Who And fought the war of seven years. strong of limb and stout of soul. Van Arsdale climbs the well-greased pole And wrenches down the crimson rag And sets on high the starry flag! This bit of turf that woos the sun The stately step of Washington Hath pressed. And It Irving loved its hallowed spell.—— — With heads erect and muskets true The tattered troops in bufF and blue The men that crossed the Delaware And trapped the Hessian in his lair The men of York. and tears And The joys of thrice a hundred years. and Fulton knew it well. scene.


Periods .


when. on September landing at Kip's 15. is Dutch "the Incleberg. A picturesque tradition that the strategic hospitality of Mary Murray." in the neighborhood now Park Avenue and Thirty-seventh estate lay in the direct line of march The Murray of the British forces under Sir William Howe.MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY "DELMONT" •*— HILL was the name given by Lindley ' Murray as to his mansion that stood on the height called by the now known of what Street. having effected a Bay on the East River about in Thirty-fourth Street." but "Murray Hill. enabled Aaron Burr to withdraw Silliman's brigade and Knox's artillery from a perilous position in the city to the southward. 1776. [193] . they advanced across the island and northward the wake of the retells treating Americans. Putnam and' delaying the British general.

anew He To carries the scars of the Indian But where may the doughty old hero win through Washington's Heights ? army encamped [194] on the . With glimmer of steel and victorious The hills of Manhattan re-echoed their tread The conquering march The Lady ken. And on came the gallant battalions in red cheers. The British flotilla swept over the tide. Now plain on the now hid in the glen ?" to dangers fights! '"Tis Putnam's! Gray Putnam. Manhattan's green valleys were spread to her "And whose may that column of riflemen be hillside. The shattering roar of the cannon had ceased.— MARY MURRAY OF MURRAY HILL The Lady of Belmont looked out to the east: The smoke of the battle was wafted aside. of Belmont looked south to the sea. of the King's Grenadiers.



" she cried. In phrases right courtly he spake her true thanks. at his word. 'Tis Howe must be halted." Then light laughed Sir William and leaped to the ground (And still. When up rode an orderly spurring in haste: ill "111 tidings. long had he tarried her bounty to taste. Sir William. friends with since thou hast conquered my the sword. The meed of a victor must fall to thy share. moves the army of Howe Then Howe must be halted whatever the cost! No valor can save the old general now. "For. stood the glittering ranks) He bowed And to the lady in homage profound. Sir William!" cried he. tidings. barring his path. if thou wilt. the laurel is gained. if thou wilt. or Putnam is lost!" The Lady of Belmont came down from her tower As Howe at her gateway his battle-steed reined.— . "for an hour! warfare Is over. at a true rebel's board And taste. "Now Thy "And rest thee. rich For was her larder and merry was she. 1 197] . Then sit. of our good rebel fare.

thy bounty hath cost us too dear!" [ 198 ] . to the rebels encamped on the rocks!" Oh. wroth was Sir William. his flag with its evergreen pine. the crafty old fox. And murmured. I The fox stole away as the hounds were beguiled. fear full knightly. but sweetly he smiled. flaunting Is off" at our Vanguard."For Putnam hath line! slipped through the gap in our He snapped And. "Fair Lady. Kind hostess.

closer kin. my jo. John Bullikins. Where men may I wouldn't lose freely grow. John. When said and done. We've known each other long. I've sometimes thought you right. the world. Bullikins. you for John Bullikins. too. John. my jo. John. whether friend or foe. John John my jo. Bullikins. Yet. John. Is not beneath the sun. I've nursed a high regard for you. John. What bunglers we have been! For I'm a bungler. We've had our little tiffs.UNCLE SAM TO JOHN BULL John Bullihins. A better friend than you. John. John. You've planted noble realms. all is my jo. my jo. And often thought you wrong. John. — Which makes us \ 199 .

John.^e'll somehow blunder through. hand in hand. my jo. John Bullikins. l2CX)] . Then humbly toe will go To school together.

the Revolution have generally underestimated the importance of the Battle of Haarlem Heights. was the [ first ] fight in which the 201 . upon the hills extending south from West Thirtieth Street." this skirmish it While main an affair of outposts. September i6.HAARLEM HEIGHTS TJ ISTORIANS of. 1776. the lively encounter between detachments of the King's troops and Washington's forces. olis One Hundred and now sometimes called the "Acropwas in the of New York.

jind the victory. was an inspiration soldiers and was hailed by them as an earnest of ultimate success. though barren of direct to the disheartened results.American* defeated their opponents in the open field. [202] .

They've turned! they've fought! Good-by.HAARLEM HEIGHTS Captain Stephen Brown of Knowlton's Connecticut Rangers tells of the affair of September 1 6. 1776. We've made them yield in open field! We've seen the Redcoats run! Our Rangers sallied forth at dawn With Knowlton at their head To rout the British pickets out And 'change a pound o' lead. The fight's as good as won. [203] . Despite your hireling band! Our 'prentice lads have borne Our farmer boys will stand! a brunt. King George. Though Peace may lag and Fortune flag.

"Hark. flag Their flankers hooted. [204] . hurried And. eighteenscore. back For. sound of shame! It woke a flame In every sunburnt face. They swarmed the crag and jeered our Across the Hollow Way. In boastful vaunt and bitter taunt Brayed forth the hunting-call. Along the vale of Bloomingdale They pressed our scant array.We gave them eight brisk rounds apiece fighting. And every soul was hot as coal To cleanse the foul disgrace. the Light-armed Corps Were hot upon our track. from thp wall. Ay. and thronged my path And clamored for the fray. away!" Their buglers. Oh. some that blenched on Brooklyn Heights And fled at Turtle Bay Fair wept for wrath.

We left the dell. The pick of green Connecticut And Leitch with Weedon's band Of tall Virginia riflemen. sword The sword of Bunker Hill.— Our general came spurring! (There rolled a signal drum). Free hunters of the deer. And down went Knowlton. And down went Leitch of Weedon's band Deep hurt. the word to Knowlton led our own command. but dauntless still. crackling sharp along the scarp. A deadly volley rang. His eye was bright. To round the braggart And take him in the Briton's flank rear. [205] in hand- . the crest we sprang. he reared his height. we scaled the fell. And up When. He knew He gave That the time had come.

men of Linsingen. Death-wounded he "Lead on the fight! My hurt If Freedom win the day!" is light In open rank we struck their flank. driving back the crimson wrack. The helmet Is of the Hessian in the tumbled wheat! The tartan of the Highlander Shall be his winding-sheet! [206] . We We crumpled up their And. Von Donop's Grenadiers! swift we sped the whistling ears. he said.I raised his head. But as this lay. Scot. lead About the Dutchmen's They buckled front to Varnum's brunt. swept along the height. right. And oh! the fight was hot! Up eame the Hessian Up came the kilted Up came But the Yagers.

From orchard. And left them with a wild "Hurrah!" To choke their hunting-horn! Upon a ledge embattled Above the river strand We dug the grave for Knowlton And Leitch of Weedon's band. In goodly case seemed to chase again! Our "hunters" home We flaunted in their faces flag The they thought to scorn.In mingled rout we drove them out field. it and glen. And though our Upon star through stress of throiie. war Desert this island that ledge remains the pledge will claim That we our own! [207] .

When armies met in battle-shock. while my gloomy watch I stood. The ivy scales I never my southern wall. A virgin fortress still I stand. the mystic Behind me spread wood — A place of dreams where dreams are true. unscathed by I guard a gate of Fairyland. Men made me strong on living rock. knew the crashing brunt Of musketry or cannon-ball. Awaiting war that never came. When smoke of navies rolled afar. For. I frowned with guns awaiting war. [208] . Unmarked the leafy marvel grew. hostile flame. But now.THE BLOCK-HOUSE IN THE PARK The North Wind storms my rugged front.

where brown bees hum.Where low winds move Where Where lilacs breathe. tell the tasseled fir. lovers talk of days to come. Where boyish cohorts. undismayed. Deploy beneath the friendly trees To take my cliffs by escalade. these! May all their wars be such as [209] . Where old men of days that were.

before and since. Anthony Wayne strongly objected characteristic of fact. and Wayne's calm courage is shown by premo- the fact that he led the storming party in person in spite of a strong." is said him by a grumbling to have been Irish soldier It is certain fastened upon whom he had severely disciplined. title. as a dashing His most brilliant exploit. him the headlong courage.THE STORMING OF STONY POINT TIKE many •'"' another good soldier. was carefully planned and perfectly executed. though happily false. that Wayne was a strategist as well fighter. As a matter of popular "Mad Anthony. . his to a nickname imputing to rash. nition that he would be killed in the attack. Gen. the storming of Stony Point.

Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them
Night on the

stars of their battle-flag,

Threading the maze of the dark morass

Under the frown of the Thunder Crag;
Flower and pride of the Light-armed Corps,


in their trappings of BufF

and Blue,

they skirted the rugged shore,
in the promise of



to do.

"Cross ye the ford to the moated rock!
Let not a whisper your march betray!

Out with the


from the musket-lock!



the bayonet find the way!"

"Halt!" rang the

sentinel's challenge clear.

Swift came the shot of the waking foe.

Bright flashed the ax of the pioneer

Smashing the


blow on blow.



they tarried for British might!

Little they recked of the



Laughing, they swarmed to the crested height.
Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers!

Storm King and Dunderberg! wake once more.
Sentinel giants of Freedom's throne,

Massive and proud! to the eastern shore
Bellow the watchword:



our own!"

Echo the cannon's triumphant
Shout for the hero who led



Swept on a billow of burnished


Over the parapet, "spear








This was a merchant, and that was a



a statesman-^-you know how he



monument fronting

the street

Rests the young sailor, who, spurning defeat.

In a

lost battle,

and with

his last prayer

Gave us a watchword

challenge Despair.

Tory and Patriot camp side by side;
Truce of the turf
to their

rancor and pride!

Look toward

the river.

The stone


your feet

Shelters a blade of his Majesty's fleet.


and gay, when

the red-coated leaven

Troubled our

in 'seventy-seven.

What More

of his ending?

that is silence)

— —a

{the daisies

may know

word and a blow!


Then, a locked room in the tavern, the gloom
Flickered with candles; the whisper of doom;

Bicker and ring of encountering


Panting of bosoms,


stamp of

the heel.

Feint, circle, parry, lunge, counter,





a man, with a thrust through the heart!

What was

the cause?

Ah, you question in vain!

Dorothy, Annabel, Phyllis, or Jane,

Queen of assemblies and

toast of the bold.

Somewhere she slumbers in Trinity's mold.

Search in your heart if you seek

That which





the passions that lie

Buried in Earth with her grasses above
Sorrow and Ecstasy, Hatred and Love.


ready story that unwary bather —a was countenanced by several Early in the last fatalities.THE FATE OF THE HESSIAN A ' ^7 HERE " the City Prison now frowns upon skater Center Street a beautiful pond once allured the angler and in winter. by the EngOriginally the Fresh Water or Collect Pond. perhaps because of sinister incidents such as the hanging of some of the alleged participants in the Negro Plot on the island in its center. It darken the fair fame of the little was whispered that the pond was bottomless and that uncanny monsters lurked to seize the in its dark depths. century a smoke-breathing monster did indeed swim upon the surface of the lake. lish. it and later. ill-omened rumors spread to inland sea." because of the vast quantity of shells that lined its shores. was a place of pure delight. Abuse and neg- [217] . for it was here that Robert Fulton launched first the model of his steamboat. but. swimmer little in summer and the called This lake was by the Dutch "Kalch Hoeck.

[218] . and about i8lo the Collect Pond was drained and filled in and dis- appeared from the city map. to be recalled only in a few traditions such as that which foUowp.'?'"./*^pw!ff«= lect finally changed the once bright sheet of water into a foul and evil-odored pool.

and hair in pomade And powder schelm! —as proud as a Prussian? —the Who ruffles with bullies and frightens Who growls at the tavern. the Hessian chas- seur. The tyrant and dread of the Tory recruits.THE FATE OF THE HESSIAN A Who Legend or the Collect Pond blusters along with his clattering blade. The scorn of the Briton who gives him his pay. who shrink from the way And quake at the creak of his heavy-soled boots. [219] . With blackened mustaches. gruff-voiced " Sturmwetter un Hagel! schnapps?" Schnell! the fops? as a bear: Hier mit mein Why. Friedrich von Heusen. In green regimentals and brass-fronted helm. The bugbear of children.

fields Then strolled through the to the Collect that lay Embosomed in meads. who But shunned The crimson-flecked trout of its crystalline waves. Where poor. "Ho. after twilight. "thy garments are torn Thou runaway rebel. thy prison's forlorn. centering As Friedrich glanced out toward its isle He spied in the thicket. half hidden from view. and then shalt thou pay!" [220] . come hither. captive rebels are dead by the score In Friedrich the Jailer's benevolent care! — The Hessian caroused Stole over the rose at the inn till the gray where the sun had gone down.— ! For foul are the rumors that darken the door Of Sugar-House Prison that Keep of Despair. A form. for monsters unnamed its Arose from the depths of bottomless caves. to the north of the town claimed A lake that was loved by the angler. file. No? Dummkopf! I'll fetch thee. I say! Thy comrades are lonely. worn and wasted and lean as a In rags of rebellion —the BuflF and the Blue. kerl !" jeered the jailer.

screamed in his madness. camp. sobbing. Fright-stricken. as black as the glass of Lorraine. The darkness descended on river and hill. and prison knew Friedrich no more! [221] . then ceased and were The ripple was hushed on the shell-littered shore. fold on fold. He kicked off his jack-boots. the Hessian surged forward —in toll! vain! The Fiend of the Collect had come for his He struggled. but silent.He cast down his helmet in ireful haste. sword to his waist. he tore off his And. evil claw gripped his throat in its hold. And field. Were stirred from their depths with a heave and a roll. rose. resistless as Fate A He huge scaly arm strained his thews. The bubbles still. The waters. girding the big-hilted coat. He splashed in the lake with a curse in his throat. remorseless as Hate A great.

rein. At that old inn yclept "The Earth. find little comfort there." to There some delay dine and sup. While some but taste a stirrup-cup. [222 ] . to breathe or tighten girth. And some And some His have ease and ample fare. bides a day. to score is large who Who soonest goes hath least pay.THE INN: AN OLD EPITAPH Post-haste we ride the road of men From shadow But through to shade again.

The original Dyckman homestead was burned [223] during the Revo- . Yet the Dyckmans appear to have been the stronger breed. in 1689. and the second generation of both clans was reared under the same roof. In fact. and ruled in neighborly amity save for the ruled comparatively brief duration of a feud arising from a violation of manorial ethics goose strayed into the ten —the Nagel bit- Dyckman com and was by the Dyckman dog.THE DYCKMAN HOUSE IVTORTH ^ ' of the line of Dyckman Street to Spuyten Duyvil Kill stretched the domain by the dynasties of Jan Dyckman and Jan Nagel. and "Dyckman" still remains a name to conjure by in northern Manhattan. For a time the feeling aroused by this episode was so bitter that the transaction of public business fusal of the was hampered by the sit re- heads of the two houses to on the same administrative board. a But the breach was married the widow year after the death of Nagel. soon healed. Jan Dyckman of his late feudal brother.

[224 J .lution. but the farm-house built by William Dyckside of man and war and his sons in 1783 on their return from the Broad- exile still stands on the west way at Two Hundred and Fourth Street. restored and converted into a public memorial of the past through the generosity of the inheritors of the Dyckman blood and spirit.

Cleared the soil. They did their part as a thing of course. boy and man. Well the Dyckman race had sped. Fair-haired. head of the [225] . the first of the Dyckman his strain. strong. Dyckman clan. and shrewd. Forth they sallied. Took the field. had fled. broad their farms When Freedom called true men to arms. and hardy brood lairs. In Charles the Second's jovial reign.— THE DYCKMAN HOUSE Plain as the brass of an old sword-hilt Is the tale of the house that the Dyckmans built. Sweet their orchards. ruddy. and his three good sons Marched along with their flintlock guns William. Killed the wolves in their rocky Turned the loam with Full a hundred years iron shares. They nursed no doubts of the need of force. Jan.

Abraham bold and Michael keen And blithe young William. camp of De Lancey's corps. . may still be found In the blood-stained roll of the Neutral Ground. in Burned was the home which they grew. And how young William Peace at last! —In full retreat Sounded the tramp of Quitting the alien feet isle we love. time-worn records How sturdy Raiding the Abraham Dyckman fell. Through the war with its changing tides The Dyckmans fought Their chronicles in the gallant Guides. The Dyckman breed were men of force. Again they plowed their wasted Again they [226] leas. and then The Dyckmans came to their own again. aged thirteen. tell And yellowed. too. paid that score. — But the camping foe had left their land Bare as the back of a baby's hand. Waste were the fields and the orchards. They took their task as a thing of course. set their orchard trees.

Long may it stand A monument for coming years Of the last of the flower of the pioneers. Then. They raised the framework." [227] . Of this old house. strongly planned. for strength shall purge you dear Of all mean hatreds born of Fear. should the years that hither press Bring other days of storm and stress. The faith that each man owes to all. clear-eyed men Shall look the world in the face again. marked by fire. From tumbled barn and ruined byre. A 16 race of clean-limbed. whate'er befall. For in this brave old house survives The lesson blazed by its builders' lives: "Be true. Be strong. and keep.With toughened timbers.

All Boy in his laughter^ He fronted. A comrade. Undaunted in labor {And Death was a Steel-true as trifle). unruing. A storm-battling cedar. Direct as a All Man in his doing. well knowing its His world and blindness. Beloved as no other! [228] .OUR COLONEL Deep loving. such was our leader. A heart overflowing With measureless kindness. rifle. The Now and Hereafter. a saber. a brother — Oh.

cowboys or doughboys. And. His courage remade Whose tongue never paltered. In peace His word shall redouble Our strength as aforetime. boys!" [229] . Who never betrayed us. To clean. honest fighting Again he will call us. "Go. His hand on your shoulder All honors exceeding. or in war-time. But always "Come. Who never said. When wrongs cry for righting No odds shall appal us. boys. boys!" said.When weaker souls faltered us. What breast but was bolder Because he was leading! And still in our trouble. We'll follow his drum.

the Amer- ican outposts about thirty miles to the north. The rallying-place of the American partizans was Young's house. the lovely hill-and- valley region of Westchester. Young's house was burned by the enemy. was known as "the Neutral Ground. The No Man's Land in between.A RAID OF THE NEUTRAL GROUND TOURING *--' the greater part of the Revolutionary War the British lines were at King's Bridge. As the old campaigner who tells the story of the [230] . the following ballad tells and the tale of a retaliatory attack by the Westchester Guides and other Revolutionary forces." presumably because there was more mixed locality fighting to the square mile in else in that than anjrwhere the thirteen states. not far a stone building known the as from White Plains. upon De Lancey's Royal Refuge Corps encamped under the guns of Fort Number Eight on the heights overlooking the Harlem River. which commanded the road 'eading down Valley of the Nepperhan. at the upper end of Manhattan Island.

and that the infant Republic lost much of its best Canada blood by their wholesale migration to at the close of the war. so bitter it is against the Tories. men of high principle.raid is. well to remember that these American loyalists were. like all of the Revolutionary party. honestly devoted to their cause. to a large extent. [231 ] .

Calling the word at Dyckman's Bridge. grandly free. Scarred are some by the deeper wrong: Murdoch —he of the Monmouth fray. and shadows deep Curtain the road on field Zee. grim and rough. I 232] . Ye who have trained in the Blue and Come from the Highlands. Starved in the Jersey's prison hulk. Come from your farms by the Tappan Come from the Vale of Pocantico!" Dark of the moon. Buff. Fourscore men Scarred are some by the British sword. and ridge. Ye of the hardy homespun clan. Dircksen. One of the hundreds racked away.A RAID OF THE NEUTRAL GROUND "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. Laggardly watch the redcoats keep. Down in a dell by the Sawmill ford to the muster throng. Barring the stream to the baffled foe. wreck of a massive bulk.

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War! [235] . his dead boy's name. drift of Only the stars. Watched us pass with Challenged us as a furtive eye. Young. "Brands!" And the bridge upon Haarlem's breast Melts in a broken chain of fire. Oh. through a gray Silently beckoning. tell. God knoweth. breathing . a vengeful man. And of cloven helmets our own swords hell. led us straight There where De Lancey's Tories lay Under the guns of Number Eight. sunk from view. But the turncoat curs of the Tory corps We hate as we hate the gates of Only the beaver. Speak to them! gun of the Trenton Bell-muzzled piece of the Indian fight.Dyckman. Only the owl of Mosholu we skirted by. a blazing pyre. Blundering out to the lurid night Rally the shreds of the hated corps. give and take the way of war. Blackened his Brooding and dark since the Tory flame home by is the Nepperhan. Every hut has a flaming Every shack is crest.

Hurling the Hessians staggering back.— Reavers and harriers. Laughing. Traitors with blood of their country wet Ply them with rifle and musket-ball! At them with saber and bayonet! Loosen the horses! Kill Burn the hay! whom ye must and take whom ye can. each and all. we turned at our ambuscade. [236] . So it's back! through the Valley of Nepperhan! Three miles up through the well-known glade. Helmeted Yagers hard on our track. For the Yagers are up on the King's Bridge Way.

Dark were our deeds of the steel and brand? Aye. [237] . Peace rules the Vale of the Nepperhan. Held him at bay. for the final blow. Redcoat and Hessian have had their day. Freed is if judge ye may. our country of hostile ban. Cautious and wise. while our leader planned. Judge us fairly. But they wearied a stubborn foe.

wall-hid sea. Rejoicing. our With rapid step tasks we ply and heedless eye. He stands. when tumults twilight crowns his brow with peace. or glee. grief. Alert alone to sell and buy.WASHINGTON IN WALL STREET Sublime. its When From When evening brings toil sweet release cease. But when the day grows dim. voicing passion. free. where traffic's billows beat A nation's wealth about his feet. and care. He The silver chime of Trinity. Our And. And. million-throated town. hears the distant. in careless grace They climb the massy granite base. to The children come him. [238] . upon the surging street He looks benignly down. up and down.

art is all that lies these. [239] . or creed? to Though born wealth or born to need. Or sprung of poor plebeian seed Or proud patrician stem. they view that noble jace. They swarm the brazen knees Whose polished The gray of age surface now denies that artists prize. By these his land shall rise or His hand outstretched above them all. or hue.Unaioed. But more than In love of such as What matters race. Their father blesses them. From lowly hut or lordly hall — fall.

FORT TRYON pORT * sixth TRYON. gave the enemy for 'the remainder [240] . November i6. 1776. Street and overlooking the Hudson. at One Hundred and NinetyFort Washington Avenue. Manhattan Island to of the war. after a desperate defense. and its capture by the Hessians under Rahl and Knyphausen. was the key to the northern defenses of Fort Washington.

FORT TRYON Again there's a golden haze On On the shadow of Hudson glades. [241] . The red that the woodland shows. Seem the garb of advancing foes And the roll of a phantom drum. Again are the leaves ablaze the breast of the Palisades. loft of Again from the the wind-swept stair We watch how the drink full sea-gulls fly. Look south where the ocean rills. Look north to the swelling hills And the vales of the Neutral Ground! From the Mart of the Sea where the millions To the heights in the farthest ken There is toil never a rood of the sacred soil But was bought with the blood of men. The swell of the city's hum. Look east to the dancing Sound. And we From draughts of the sparkling air the deep blue cup of sky.

of their woes and scars Is a boon such alone could buy. See! the stainless Flag of the Clustered Stars Rides alone in a peaceful sky! [242] . While the Cross of the Briton floats On the ramparts of Laurel Hill. They but was theirs the blame till Who And fought their rifles choked With the reek of the darted flame? the meed of their deaths.The glimmer that leaps to the parapet As we look toward the Northern Town Is the shimmer of helmet and bayonet As the Hessian troops come down. Once more swing the hostile boats In the eddies of Haarlem Kill. And the grass-mantled battlements wake again To the whir of the musket-ball And the shouts of the Maryland Riflemen As they close with the hosts of Rahl! What need that defeat be cloaked? lost.

His — —be she "Our Country! or wrong!" Our Country!— He pledged that brilliant throng ever right. 1816. wrong! 243 ] . triumphant. hut. April. from his seat the The Bayard of Sea — lion of our laureled fleet. right or t we pray. Our Country Right or Wrong!" Commodore Stephen Decatur. The scourge of Barbary. glass abrim with bubbling light. — — Virginia. And fervent fingers pressed the sword the heroes As up sprang. "Our Country! Our Country 17 — — ever right. No mawkish qualms or doubts had they That echoed deep and strong.DECATUR'S TOAST "Our Country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always he right. right Then round about The the oaken board goblets leaped and rang. Norfolk. Up The rose.

We strive for truth and right With honest force of heart and brain As God may give us light. who. Amid Made weightier the stress of war. But doubts must yield and ties must break When darkening perils throng. their nation's woes. right or wrong!" — Stanch lovers of our free domain. Till rose the patriot song: " When face to face with foreign foes. Our Country'. "Our right or wrong!" [244! .7*00 well the stifling mists they knew That dimmed the Stars we bore — The plots of banded traitors. Country!— the sullen And when guns awake.

September most desperate fight 23. and withal a honor. Although some recent biographers have claimed for Jones more than history warrants. 1779. is no doubt that he was a dauntless strategist. whom some English writers even in recent days have insisted on miscalling a "Scotch pirate. man most punctilious in [245] . an able an admirable seaman." Jones's daring cruise in British waters in 1777-78 spread a terror along the coasts utterly out of proportion to the insignificance of his force terror still — evidenced by queer old songs of the caricatures as day and grotesque rather pirate.a THE BALLAD OF JOHN PAUL JONES IVTO more •*^ picturesque figure ever adorned a ' quarter-deck than Commodore John Paul Jones. there fighter. after the vessels between single on record. something of a diplomat. representing the a dapper commodore most ruffianly His chief exploit was the capture of the off Serapis Flamborough Head.

He hath claimed a salute for the Thirteen And the cannon of France reply." He hath masted the flag of the crimson bars To dance in a gladdened sky. [246] . close fighting. And the coastguards south into Humber Mouth Know the blare of the Yankee guns. He hath flaunted his rebel blazonries In the face of the stubborn king. George's Cross. Seas. I wis. Paul Jones ever loved Benjamin Franklin. He had cruised that coast for a week. Stars.— THE BALLAD OF JOHN PAUL JONES "For Capt. He hath harried the barks of the Narrow He hath trodden the Scottish ling. And mickle the woe and loss. When he was aware of the Serapis That floated St. From the Frith of Forth through the startled North *rhe panic rumor runs.

They strove in night as the dragons In the darks of the churning deep. He grappled her fore and aft. Then the thundering broadsides flashed and roared And the musketry sped its rain. And the foemen knew her plight. I fight 247] . Their yards were locked as the horns of stags That war on the trampled steep. "Have you struck?" they sang. There was slaughter and wreck to her quarterdeck.And her sailors laughed: "Ho! merchant What cargo have ye got?" "Have back your jape! We ckrry grape And round and double shot!" craft. His answer "I have not begun to fight!" rang: He veered around till his counter ground On the bows of the British craft. He grappled her fast to his mizzenmast. But the second round that the Richard poured Her great guns burst amain.

Red flame ashine on hissing brine And red blood curdling black. And the gunners leant till the rammers went Through the ports of the hostile ship. They won their way with the musket-play While the Briton raged below. [248] . And It shot rent through and splinters flew.' And gun kissed gun with the kiss of hate And the ban of the blazing Hp. But ever the Richard's topmen swept The decks of the shrinking foe. was fire and flood and wrack.

The sailors clung to the dizzy shrouds And spars that bent and swayed. blade A St. And the British arm is strong. sullen hail from her quarter-deck. rolled The smoke-cloud from her shattered hold And she leaped like a wounded whale. A roar went up from the Serapis. But the British wrath is about his path. A To cheer from the Yankee tars. [249] . ' Through the open keeps to the powder-heaps They hurled the loud grenade. its loss. He hath taken his prize to the Texel Roads Where none should work him wrong. A shout went up from the Richard's crew As they swarmed o'er the side to strike. And the moonlight played on the cutlass And the flame on the boarding-pike. George's Cross must own the steel of the Thirteen Stars. A roar and a cry of bale.

stout John Paul: Will ye leave your prize where moored she lies. For he may not harbor there. we'll slip in a weaker ship With the It free stars tossed o'erhead. He must bend his mast ere a week be past. Though her people speak him fair. "We know not your stripes and your dancing stars. 'Twas a murk.And the Land of the Fen is scant of men. So choose ye. For we're up and away from the churlish bay 'Neath the bonniest flag that flies!" [250] . "Oh. and the waves threshed white 'Neath the strokes of the norther's flail. murk night." was black as the maw of a witch's cat And the wind was a shrieking gale. Or away 'neath the flag of Gaul?" '"Tis by evil chance that I leave to France What we bought But away with the blood so red. it's reef your sail to the sweeping gale And the threat of the wintry skies.

Though he struck for the right and in open fight And he kept his honor clear. And the king tell hijs He is running free on the open sea And home to the western shore. "Paul Jones!" and the world may hark While the clashing beakers peal! For he took his prize in a sinking bark By the sweep of the moonlit steel! [251] . As the But the fleet may rest from a bootless quest guineas o'er. They affront his fame with their lying blame And the taunt of "the Buccaneer"! So we'll drink.T^iere are twoscore ships of the All alert for the rover dread. Channel Fleet And the king hath told a wealth in gold price of the "pirate's" head.

And fifteen stripes and fifteen stars She flaunted high in air When HuWs fierce broadsides raked the spars Of England's "Guerriere. She rode meet the foe When Bainbridge walked her quarter-deck A hundred years ago." The school where heroes proved their worth In gale or battle smoke. sails without And proud in to a fleck. Her masts were pines Her of mountain birth. [252] .THE OLD "CONSTITUTION" Before the wind that greets the sun She bowled along in glee — The brave old ship whose cannon won The freedom of the sea. sides were native oak.

sign later was purchased by Samuel it who opened as an inn displaying the of "Queen Charlotte.FRAUNCES' TAVERN AT the comer of Broad and Pearl Streets stands ** as Fraunces* Tavern." historic gatherings Many fame is have been held within its the walls of the old house. The and old mansion was erected early in the eighteenth century by Stephen or Etienne De Lancey. to condition in the days when head- Gen. [253] . its now restored. but chief title to the fact that its Long Room witnessed the his generals affecting parting of Washington and at the close of the Revolution. Fraunces. George Washington made it his quarters. as nearly might be.

O Thought. Of flirt of fan and courtly bow And sudden glint of jealous steel. whose potent weird Recalls the Past on lagging pinion.FRAUNCES' TAVERN Restore. Away Let with dust and rattling pave! all be swarded. The Long Room rilled when youth arid maid Went swinging down the floor together! Those heavy beams could make avow Of all the joys of dance and reel. The corbeled roof De Lancey reared What time Queen Anne maintained dominion. green and trim. baldric broad With and tossing feather. I How bright with silk and rich brocade. [ 254 ] . the river's banished And call wave Again to lap a garden's rim.

And merchants met in solemn feast To ponder for the weal of trade. in high debate. And pledged the memory of him Who stormed the Heights of Abraham] In bumpers beaded to the brim With rousing punch of Rip van Dam.But ruthless Traffic claimed the place. Rehearsed their tales of savage warring At Frontenac and Fort Duquesne In tones that set the glasses jarring. Oppressed by laws of grievous weight And tyrant craft but ill dissembled. . And captains. Then here the traveler reined his beast And drank his noggin in the shade. And swarthy-visaged Landlord Fraunces Displayed Queen Charlotte's pictured face To awe his guests with regal glances. The "Sons of Liberty" [255] assembled. Within these walls. fresh from siege and plain.

The leader comes to bid adieu To those who shared his wars and labors To knightly Schuyler. void of stain. [256] . And But hark! the room resounds anew With clink of spurs and clank of sabers. To rugged Morgan. To faithful Knox and fiery Wayne. And dashing Light-Horse Harry Lee. frank and free. for hearts were stern and proud Till — rang the shot of Lexington grimly closed the battle-cloud.— In vain they pled for right undone! In vain.

Though rust consume both sword and pen. the heroes parted.To all he pledged the cup of grace. cherish safe from force unkind. Those ancient walls that hold enshrined The honest love of gallant men! [257] . the tear-drop started. Oh. From every eye Each clasped In silent grief his chief in strong embrace.


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The legend is of the river also connected with another of the creation of the Palisades. rise on the western [261] . those great columns and ramparts of basaltic rock that shore of the sacred stream." had their own their noble river. the Mahican-ittuck.THE PALISADES 'T'HE Mahican •* or Mohegan Indians. a principal tribe of the great Lenni-Lenape or "Original version of the origin of People. and a version that is partly justi- fied by the observations of geologists. call which we the Hudson.

all the lands beneath him. Manitou loved [262] . forest- crowned. Fire-bom brave with verdure. "Know ye why our com is golden ere the forest breaks in flame? Why our rivers leap with salmon? stirs Why our woodland with game? "Children of the Ancient People! over all your home For of is blest. the Palisades. Where across the silent river frown in furrowed lights and shades basalt.THE PALISADES Hear an ancient Indian legend told in many a lodge of yore Where the great Mahican-ittuck rolls on Manna- hatta's shore. yours the best.

unrilled though forests crashed before the northern gale. and headlong Plunged in panic."High among flare old hills that trail knew not council- nor hunter's Slept a lake. isle in torrent streams. river with his hand. dashing. tumbling river that —formed the caught and ye know. the mystic wigwam stood Where the Mighty Spirit brooded. "Forced the gateway of the to the vale below hills. "For. "Envious. "Rose in wrath the Mighty bound the evil band. [263 led the I . upon a central island raised. the Sons of Evil vexed the lake with frightful dreams white with terror. Spake unto the waves and calmed them. stormed the Till the billows. Spirit. planning for his people's good.

wardens of the favored land."Where the turbid waters mingled with the brine of ocean waves. "Hail! ye shaggy-breasted Giants. rugged guards of field and glade! Tempest-quelling. changeless. matchless. There the Master flung his captives howling down the dismal caves. nor may Ever pass the charmed ramparts by the hand of God upraised. stand forever. by your lodge-flames crouching warm. Ye may hear the captives wailing to their broth- ers of the storm. "But they may not spirit evil-crazed force their prison. "Through the bitter Moon of Snowshoes. "Over them cliffs his potent magic reared the massive that stand Jailers of the Sons of Evil. unafraid!" [264] .

Balanced by touch of the spruce-wood blades. Molded were they in volcanic fire. Summer and winter the ages through. floats my shell Under the frown of the Palisades. column. Poised like a javelin. pinnacle. [26s] . Bright in their chasms the cascades leap. Long have Watching Go. Up from the bosom of Chaos hurled. Over their rubble the fox-grape grows.UNDI^R THE PALISADES Light as a leaf on the lifting swell. spire Carved by the Chisel that wrought the world. they guarded the river's flow. the argosies come and go — like the Indian's frail canoe. Clear to their Dunsinane rampart sweep Bough-bearing armies of rooted foes. Battlement.

Proud in the heavens they seem to say. [266] . I fhall be deathless when ye are naught'. . Furrowed with shadows of world-old Brood ye in pity on such as I? . . Catching my feathering oarhlade's gleam. "What is yon waif of a passing day the rill of our golden stream?" Vexing Cliffs of the eons that woo the sky. thought.

Up the Hudson.THE TT may DEVIL'S STEPPING-STONES have been a too intimate acquaintance ^ with the grimmer side of Old World theology the fairest lands and waters in their that led the early settlers to give over to the powers of evil new possessions. on the west shore is not far beyond Poughkeepsie." the Devils' Dancing-chamber." day known as "the Devil's Stepping- [267] . and the broken reefs that stretch from the base of Great Neck across the Sound to the mainland are to this stones. the "Duyvils' Dans-kammer. "Hell Gate" and "Spuyten limits of Duyvil" mark the eastern and northern Manhattan. maps as "the Devil's Belt". Even placid Long Island Sound figures on old Colonial irregular.

[268] . rears a wooded mound And Schuyler. Right merrily our angling throve! By noon we The waters sought a sheltered cove Where.THE A A DEVIL'S STEPPING-STONES gold. a sea of blue. joyously we qlove clear and cold. grimly cannon-crowned. In pleasant waves our lines we threw At anchor Manhasset as we lay Where. reaching through the gentle Sound. SKY of drowsy day of naught to do. plunging. Disputes the narrow way.

spirit wild and Strode forth through flame around. Twelve days the demon strove with men. our songs were sung. and. The shell-grown ledges rear their heads above the ebbing tide. the Evil One. There blackfish haunt. man came. at ease we flung To harken while our skipper's tongue old. pipes alight. Then.Our feast we spread. casting Waged war to gain the fertile vales that skirt the northern Sound. Pequot Habbamocko. and sea-bass love the shun the Devil's salty flow that drones Among the clefts —but sailors Stepping-stones. Long. Rehearsed a tale of In rugged lines that vainly strive to reach the northern side. while all the sky was red [269] . that fell. fair Connecticut. long before the white traditions tell.

harassed by a hundred foes. But through the on hill and At Cold Spring Bay the vengeful high a lofty pile fiend heaped Of all the gathered bones of earth that strewed isle. east along the strand in hissing foam and spray To yonder jutting Bay. Across the wave-worn Stepping-stones he reached Long Island's shore. the tyrant battling. [270 . spit of land that pierces Pelham Here. the sandy Loud laughed the fierce Habbamocko as laughs the angry gale! Across the Sound with mighty arm he hurled the craggy hail. the baffled fiend forbore. In that far time no boulders rude bespread the fertile main. and then fled. island shattered crags were thick plain.1 With Still blazing shaft and hurtling brand.

— On To shore and hill the heavy stones were flung with crashing din load with sterile bonds the land his prowess failed to win. infernal revel. Long Island keeps the [271I . And since that day of flaming And fierce. Connecticut has all shocks the rocks Devil.

azure dome! Lap her -softly.A SEA CHARM Winds that waft the fisher-fleet Cool the sands from burning heat! Trouble not her slender feet. all. [272] . Wave-worn pebbles! Crusty crabs both great and small Where the billows rise and fall. curling foam! White-ridged combers tumbling home Rarely laden. I charge ye Be not rebels! Smile above her. Quit her path.

Rock her high in giant Bearing safely back to me My mermaiden! [273] .Rolling in from open sea glee.

1775. Paul's in Chapel. near the monument that had been ordered in Paris by Benjamin Franklin. floating slowly down the [274] . In 1818 the general's remains were removed and convoyed down the Hudson to be reinterred St. lead- fall. winning manners. expedition to Quebec. two-thirds 31. As the funeral barge. In a bitter winter campaign with but a small force he captured Montreal and conquered. December ing a desperate assault on Quebec. New York. to quote of Canada. only to Edmund Burke.MONTGOMERY'S RETURN the general officers in the American A •** army at the beginning of the Revolution MONG none was of greater promise than Richard Montgomery. alike by friend Montgomery had been but two years married to Janet Livingston at the commencement of hostilities. but he at once offered his services and was placed in command of the ill-fated and splendid bravery were extolled and foe. whose noble bearing.

Hudson to the booming of minute guns. [275] . looking upon the bier. passed Montgomery's home near Rhinebeck. his widow. fainted away in the stress of what she afterward said was the proudest and saddest 19 moment of her Hfe.

MONTGOMERY'S RETURN How black the barge of trailing pall sable And nodding And fields plume That Hudson bears by mountain wall of golden bloom A cloud upon the azure flow. and fell- Full twoscore years ago [276] . In wastes of nor'land snow battled. A shadow in the sun. failed. Great heart that beat for Love and Fame Why How He liest thou so still? blithe and brave he left his hall Beside the Hudson's wave! heard his struggling country's call. His uttermost he gave. conquered. He bade He his bonny bride farewell. toll To drumhead roll and church-bell And boom of minute gun! By night the ruddy beacons flame On crested Kaaterskill.

free and blest. sees She hears the drums. The The flag without a They've borne him from the grave beneath walls of old Quebec. The land he left in doubtful strife Has triumphed. She droops and swoons away. St. [277] . And him that died to give it life His people bear to rest. Paul's And thus below those ivied walls Montgomery came home.They've wrapped him in a noble sheath. fleck. old. and gray. Loud boomed the bell of high From out the hollow dome. she him pass. The bride he kissed a blooming lass Is wrinkled.

he made believe his play was played. believe that wealth faith and — to to and fame are less that love cannot be bought. That honor lives. and sang truth the while he wrought. What wise men said were not. A kindly Hand the darkening curtain drew. believe his make-believes [278] . Who found in sea and city. He made He made Than believe that heavy toil and stress Were only play. hill and star. So well he made The world believe he nearly made were true.A DREAMER Here lies a little boy who made believe. that far beyond the goal nobler ports That lures our eyes. That grief was meant forge the living soul. And At last death itself is not for men to fear. who loved to weave Dream warp and woof more fair than things that are. we steer.

honored landmark. deep under- ground. but the older ways of the lower city often ramble with a delightful lack of responsibility.infully inartistic. The following ballad tells the true history of the sudden turn that Broadway takes at Tenth Street —the curve known as "The Bend at Grace Church. There is a story in every crook and curve of these old highways and byways. building. another is a forgotten stream that runs." [279] . while yet another tells of some old farm wall. or other token of vested rights that the early roadmakers dared not desecrate or disregard. One bend is due to the whim' of the pioneer cow who trod accounted for by the course of still out the path which established the line of the street.DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK nPHE * of more modern streets in the upper section Manhattan is are laid out with an impartial regularity that unquestionably convenient even if p9.

It leaps to the west Like a roadway possessed! In flagrant defiance Of Reason and Science. clean reaches northward from fair Bowling And certain of line As the trunk of (And would that a rod of a pine its frontage were mine!) Quite suddenly then. and the laws Of wise Roman roadmakers. held a goodly estate [ 280 . flexureless. in —^what matters the date? ] In days that are gone." a great warehouse of laces and shawls.— DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK Broadway Green Direct as an arrow-flight. Hear ye the cause! Old Hendrick Brevoort. Macadam and Telford and Byrne. . . Just south of a chapel with gray Gothic walls. At the Above street numbered "Ten. .

. And there with the hoardings of toil and frugality. mighty of burgeon and [281] girth. Lived at his ease and dispensed hospitality. A tulip-tree. Banckers. and such). With head in the heavens. deep-rooted in earth.A "bouwerie" termed in the speech of the Dutch (His neighbors were Stuyvesants.

In spite of all ructions. regardless of mart [282] . its my thoughts with the sigh of The Mayor and Council had sanctioned a plan To straighten the roadways that rambled and ran Cross-hatching our isle In a wonderful style (Those happy old lanes!) file —so they summoned a Of axmen with axes and chainmen with chains plains And hardy surveyors of mountains and And gave them instructions." deceives." said he. Wide-branching. O'ershadowed his lawn with an emerald cloud. in the cool of its 'Twas Hendrick's delight bower To smoke and to ponder from hour to hour at knee. great-boughed. "Of all friends. the very best friend is my tree That never provokes me and never But echoes leaves.— So stately and proud. truly. With tankard "For. To Nor follow the chart ever depart its A hair from guidance.

strictly And The They obeying rules of surveying. Through acres of flowers And bird-haunted covers And byways and bowers Once sacred to lovers. carried the roadway o'er high land and low. Through palace and cot.— Or hovel or mansion. By scenes that were seemly (by wiles that were not). turnips and cabbages rained on their heads. Though farmer boys fought them. Forth sailed that trigonometrical band To further the work that the Fathers had planned. the would pay. [283] . to hew out city the way. Whatever the damage. Though housewives defended beleagured dominions Or voiced from their doorways unfettered opinions Of levels and transits and government minions Though Though cattle protested from bufi^eted sheds. Direct as the flight of a bee or a crow. O'er meadow and lot. Invested with powers that challenged gainsaying. Though maidens besought them.

undismayed. yellow. Their tenants and servants. Chuffee. Resolved to defend To The the bitterest end right of a Dutchman to stand by his friend The Knights of the Sextant yet sought to prevail With promise of riches or threat of the jail. . . They stirred up their vassals and sturdy retainers. and Hubert. . Claes. the Blauvelts. the Raynors.— — They followed their ! map. till it brought them To Hendrick What! Brevoort at the foot of his tree. Yield he! up his friend to the axman? Not He called out his neighbors. off their army and patched up [284] a . white. and Jack Both merry young springalds and crusty curmudgeons With ax-helves and pitchforks and scythe-blades and bludgeons. Mingo. They drew truce. and black Dirck. But. finding old Hendrick perverse or obtuse.

gallantly swerved gracefully curved . Then And Away to the westward. close to the front of Grace Church. . At the numberless rout Of mortals his Majesty made to turn out. no doubt.Brevoort left the tree in the keep of his horde the sword. and every taxpayer Of substance or influence. The Coroner. The City Surveyor. The tree was preserved! (To chuckle.) When up through the cajaon entitled "Broadway" You're riding on business or pleasure to-day. Marshal. oh. don't fool with that tree!" Sing hey! for the hard-headed man with a whim! The plan of a city was altered for him! The highway led straight To Hendrick's estate. woodman. car takes a curve with a jolt and a lurch [285] . urging his plea Of "Woodman. To make good in law what he held by He called on the Mayor. . And The suddenly.

Your hold on a strap And drops you quite neatly in somebody's lap. Remember. the cause of that shameful jerk Is. mayhap. a "Dutchman's Quirk!" [286] .loosens. That just as I've shown you.

They're putting down asphalt to-day. And there is a And there is gospeler's tent. The wreckers are tearing one down. Our suburbs are under Our scaffolds are the plow. turbulent town. Enacting the drama of all Our changeable. The gasmen are hunting a leak. the raw in sun. For here is an edifice meant To stand for an eon or more. To change it for stone in a week.NEW YORK The city is cutting a way. We're drunk and disorderly now. BUT— 'Twill be a great place when it's done! [287I . The builders are raising a wall. a furniture-store.

and partner in his am- [288] . eflFect it has been said. the residence of Chancellor Robert R. but also of a shorter route to It is all the coasts of all the seas. less hundred and but the average time of the sloops of the day between the same points was four days." that quest of generations of navigators. Fulton's constant friend. breathing smoke and flame. was in the discovery of not only a "shorter route to India. generally accepted that the small paddle- wheel steamer whose success revolutionized navigation was named Clermont after Clermont Manor.THE "CLERMONT" ALL ^ contemporary accounts of the little first voyage of Fulton's steamboat tell of the sur- prise or fright of those who saw the strange craft. New York than one a distance of rather fifty miles. Livingston. Hudson Thirty-two hours was the time of this epoch-making trip from to Albany. The invention of the steamboat. glide up the against wind and tide.

first trip.bitious venture. Katherine of name painted on the historic [289] . though according to an anonymous and therefore negligible writer who claims to have been a passenger on the Clermont was the craft.

lifts her bows to the northern gale breasts the tide of the lordly river. She Her engines pant and her timbers quiver. churn of foam.THE "CLERMONT" A A ROAR of smoke from the That For iron stack frights the ghosts of the haunted Hollow. and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow. She asks no aid of the swollen sail. And [290] .

draw the rims of the world smoke from her iron stack A A 20 roar of That For frights old ghosts from the haunted Hollow. The scythe-men group and the binders flock To gaze in awe at the floating wonder. 1 291 ] . But here's the all key to a shorter way the seas to the farthest islands. The red deer stamps on the basalt rock And bounds away to the Hill of Thunder. A fabled road to the far Cathay Old Hudson sought through our western Highlands.The round-eyed Lets fall host at his tavern door the pipe and the frothing flagon. of Man and the might of Steam together. churn of foam. Through The Craftsman's hand and The wit Shall the Thinker's dream Shall bind the lands with a shortening tether. and a broadening track all the fleets of the world to follow. sloops of the The brown-winged Tappan shore Make frightened way for the snorting dragon.

Day lifts up the hymnal of the street. Down from his mountains Hudson their rolls away. cloud-drift play about thy feet. Driving back the dappled cloud. westward.GREAT IS DUNJ OF THE MANNAHATTOES! Northward! Northward! Goddess of the Tower. to Upon our jaded Rock like bare Eastward. [292] . southward the Bay November woods The masts of many lands. Bend Fill thy golden bow. violet Mignonette and and autumn's tawny flower with bloom and vague perfume The humming ways below. Touch thy brow divine. Pouring forth balsam breath strands. starlight. Air-drift. Night hath lamps Of silver for thy shrine. Moonlight.

Wielder of the Bow! nation's weal.Ward our gates. Guard with us a Crowd with Regent of the skies! keels the winnowed waves That round our island flow! Shop and mart to thee shall raise The smoke of sacrifice! [293] .

According to a rule laid down by the on the founder. stands the Hall of Fame erected to honor the names of great Americans and dedicated in June. [294I .THE HALL OF FAME /""NN University Heights. who were bom was included the United States at the date of the deed of This regulation necessarily excluded the names of some who were largely instrumental in laying the foundations of the nation. no names might be inscribed tablets of the building save those of in territory that men in gift. 1901. overlooking the Har- ^^ lem.

'Tis Hallowe'en! walls. 2000 A NOBLE fane of marble wall and moonlit colonnade Looks southward from a Haarlem's gentle glade crest that rears o'er To watch the jeweled city's rest in majesty serene The calm. silver The hall is filled with wondrous light and faint sweet minstrelsy And softly echoed laugh and song of elfin revelry. whose frowning An even shade upon the gleam of Hudson's flow. repair and once again to view those The spirits of the mighty dead whose names are graven there. A.D. strong sleep that midnight gives our sea-enthroned queen Looks westward to the foreheads throw Palisades. [295] .— — THE HALL OF FAME All-Hallowe'en.

Without. then in rule. mortal hurt!) Through the neatly ruffled shirt. his dearest I was one Alexander Hamilton.— Within is mirth and merriment among the chosen Great. "Ere I admit thee say where thou wast born. Free of speech yet debonair. "Open. with tawny hair. Forward stepped a graceful sprite. Ruddy-hued. Quick of action." Answered the Porter in sullen-voiced scorn. straight and slight. One round hole (ah. He whose Of service was my school First in warfare. For thus decreed the gentle soul that reared the Hall of Fame. Porter! I would lief Greet again my noble chief." tropic breeze beguiles "Where the On the sea-kissed Leeward Isles [296] . a surly Porter stands to guard the sacred gate Against each unelected Shade that foreign birth must claim.

for me! Make way for Dick Montgomerie!" (So rang that voice before his fall On old Quebec's ensanguined wall. Sprang up the slope in the moonlight dim And shouted clear to the Warden grim. But well ye ken All our breed were Britons then. long since death?" But what of birth —so [297] . my man. a shot-rent sash of the silken stuff. A statesman's brow and a soldier's eye. And the lilting laugh of the dauntless Celt. ere I open. "Unbar the gate.) Again spake the Porter: "I know not thy worth. With With shoulders squared and head held high.First I breathed." "To all but the home-born this portal in Trinity is barred. The mouth where butter wouldn't melt. drew breath." "My faith and troth! yer wit is flat! I thought my tongue would I first tell ye that! In Ireland. Proclaim. sure. the land of thy birth. Hie back to thy barrow Yard!" A stalwart form in the Blue and Buff.

Open the Forward."No foreign-born spirit may enter these Go back to thy tomb in the crypt of St. with a pencil of golden flame. hall. Up And through the tangle of streets and parks. Hailed them as brothers and comrades true. Entered new names on the Roll of Fame. Paul's!" Stout Peter Stuyvesant walks abroad. portal. I saw them stand Pressing their lips to the Founder's hand. still. at his call. Mark's. Who. Freely they strode through the ringing Round them the banded -Immortals drew. Quitting his charnel in old St. [298] . quick! stick! 'Ware of the swing of mine oaken my heroes!" And. "Room for the governor!" iron-jawed walls. his Stumping away on wooden peg the high-heeled shoe of his one sound leg. There. he governs Ruler by force of a stubborn will. • Sharp and direct was the word he spake: "Rules that mislike me I dare to break. in the center. Monarch of Shadows. ye varlet.

New York Public Library. through the arch Of the library door! Their race? Ah. Come. what matters their race trace To our generous Mold Of Nations! Yet. [299] . if ye would All the record unrolled. These foreign-born children that march In their hundreds and more In sunshine and storm.—— Epilogue THE BOOK LINE Rivington Street Branch. see. ye that despair of the land Which the Future shall know Who doubt what the years that expand In their fulness must show Who grasp not the thing which shall be When deliverance comes To millions in bondage— and At the verge of the slums.

And hundreds Or scarlet of quaint little maids Wearing ribands of green on duplicate braids. hordes. Or tented with David. Or followed Yermak through the snows Of a boreal dome. orderly. clean. the blood The Builder shall spring from Whence the Warrior came. Or gave to the eagles the foes Of Imperial Rome. red-hatted and As swart their underworld gnomes. unthanked. . old at the time of the Flood. or ranked In the Balkans those swords That bulwarked all Europe. From the Ottoman Still Aye. the law is the same.— Take heart from the days that For the fathers of these are dead: With Lief or with Eric the Red Braved mysterious seas. They trail through the alley and mart To this Palace of Tomes Wee urchins. [300] Quick-eyed.

Whose Yet That Temple which under God. then Of the bold pioneers Who plowed in a blood-sprinkled sod. Some take from Of the volumes arow That we loved long ago. the shelves Those legends of goblins and elves Yet more choose the stories of men Whom a nation reveres Of Lincoln and Washington. strong hands caused to rise these.— And silent. shall rear to the skies! THE END .









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