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ARTHUR GUITERMANN
BALLADS OF OLD NEW YORK THE LAUGHING MUSE THE MIRTHFUL LYRE

HARPER & BROTHERS, NEW YORE
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The author acknowledges with thanks the
courtesy of the editors of LiUi Everybody's

Magazine, Harper's Magazine, the

New York Times, the Youth's Companion, Woman's Home Companion, House and Garden, the New York World, McClure's Magazine and the New York Tribune in granting permission to reprint many
lyrics in this collection.

of the ballads and

Ballads of Old

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

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DEDICATION
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

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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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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 . .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 . 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 . — — — Tubby Hook Interlude —^The House Zenger the Printer Interlude —^The River — 'OLLY Cortelyou 143 149 151 159 160 .

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 . . 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 . 217 222 223 228 230 . 245 252 Fraunces' Tavern 257 MISCELLANEOUS The Palisades Interlude Palisades Devil's Stepping-stones —Under the 261 . . 237 240 243 .

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19s 213 233 . they swarmed to the crested height. Steel to the steel of the Grenadiers! "Up! bully boys of the Nepperhan! Gather! ye troopers. grim and rough." Kissing Bridge 8l 87 121 Light as wind-blown thistle-down Up the woodland path she sped Mary Murray of Murray Hill Laughing. FULL MANY A DRAUGHT. 4S 6i LAW.ILLUSTRATIONS FACE And ever they puffed as they pondered. 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 . ." . . THEIR PERCEPTIONS. and QUAFFED.

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

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Master Henry Hudson." 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. 1609. among his crew. baffled by headwinds and the ice and cold of Nova Zembla and the consequent dissensions her experienced navigator.HUDSON'S VOYAGE " A VERY good land to fall with and a pleasant ^^*' land to see. World. south and north that the broad channel of the river that Hudson entered New York Bay. but. Five months earlier the Half Moon had from Amsterdam to search for a passage to India by the northeast. trip. had changed her course about. Hoping now bears [5] . steering westward for the shores of the New After a long coasting again.

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

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

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

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

as breath of future cities.Yet. in my cabin I may dream Of the mighty mountain river. While. 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. Where I heard the hum of nations in the whis- per of the shrouds. when softly lap the surges. and to Cathay!" set the tiller for the sea-road [lO] . of that broadly rolling stream. So unmoor.

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

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

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. yet before the violets have come. but the children.DUTCHMAN'S BREECHES TUST after the starry flowers of the hepatica have appeared among the dead leaves. ever quick to recognize true resemblances.

confirmed in the chronicles of the immortal Diedrich Knickerbocker. in part. 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." 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.man's breeches. [14] .

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

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

Ten Broeck. But. stripped and laid His mystic garments. Until to Spuyten Duyvil's flow — A cloud of knickerbockers quite soil Obscured the from mortal [17] sight! . dismayed. Perhaps a marvelous array The Dutchman wore I cannot say. — 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. while the Red Men stared. amid a hush profound. Advanced the sturdy Gert Ten Broeck Through Holland noted far and near For amplitude of nether gear And spread. His mighty garment on the ground! Perhaps the wonder came to pass By grace of good Saint Nicholas. row on row.—— These blankets and For all. in silence. loyal to his leader's look.

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

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. of trembling 3 [19] .

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

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. than the cher- ished tales of the founding of Thebes. a legend no and Rome. [21] .

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

And even now. Bronck! Bronck!" chorister Chant a myriad gnomes. is the region of rest. with wheel and race.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. "High on the shadowy Here crest Under the hemlock he slumbers. beneath the hill When summer nights are fair and still: "Bronck! "Bronck! Bronck! Bronck!" Rise the cadenced batrachian numbers. to our Valley of Come Homes!" [23I .

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

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. 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] .RAMBOUT VAN DAM lyrOW Hudson respect this. which is in accordance with the actual spelling. to blistered hands) a great respect for the hero's prowess as "Zee" should really be pronounced as if spelled "Zay". but the popular pronunciation.

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

fonder. Leave Spuyten Duyvil to roar Pull! for the current is sly and strong. — ^yea. Mountains of crullers and honey-cakes [27] . proclaims Of Tryntje Bogardus of Tarrytown. 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. Twitter of maidens and clack of dames. Platters of savory beef and brawn. Oceans of cider and beer in lakes. his song! Fond of a Fonder frolic and fond of a dram. Buckets of treacle and good suppawn.— What rower plies a reckless oar With mist on That oarsman flood and strand? evermore. toils for And ne'er shall reach the land! Roistermg. rollicking Ram van Dam. the bat. Renown. Honest flirtations and rousing games.

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

moon is closed in Hudson's breast And lanterns gem the town.— — 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. The phantom craft that may not rest Plies ever. Until the trump of Judgment Day. A sound —-and naught beside. 'Neath skies of blue and skies of gray. In spite of wind or tide. A up and down. [29] . that never-wearied oar Is heard on Tappan Zee.

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

Stroke! Stroke! slide!" Ease your forward A fair league still To old Cock Hill. 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. lights On Hudson's On Above and shades. "Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Stroke! Steady! Pull it thr-o-o-ough!'* [31I . Give 'way. roars. A drift of snow.The sea-gulls go. Let Caution steer The shore anear. The eagle swings splendid wings the Palisades. But Valor "Stroke! Stroke! takes the tide.

stance of this primitive exists in An in- method of road-engineering crooked old Pearl Street. thus almost miraculously created. [32] . This street.HOW PEARL STREET WAS PAVED ALTHOUGH •**^ a jest the statement has been is made as and generally regarded as such. 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. 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. the lower part of which formed the original water-front of New Amsterdam on the in a east.

Awaking from visions of clover. leading the line New Amsterdam's somnolent beyond the kine. then. each morn She drowsily lowed to the drover whose horn Was blown Of sleepy at each byre. like an orderly beast.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. all She sauntered with Sukey and Brindle and Away The to the Common Town Wall. She skirted the river that flows on the [33] east. though at the start. route that she plodded by hillock and stream Was crookedly quaint as a summer night's dream. . For. where the Battery guarded the shore many cows more.

the cause of the intricate way to-day. [34] . She rambled and browsed to the north or the west. Hans Jacobson Kol. gold. mortar.— Soon. tempted by boskage and cress of the best.) 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. All stout at the trencher and wise in debate. Till. Van Bommel. Claes Tysen. trodden each morning and evening. and Huybertsen Mol. and stone. Held council portentous both early and late. cement. Van Keuren. corduroy. 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. 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. keen for progression. the burghers decreed The street should be paved with the uttermost speed.

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

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

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

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

at the south. \ 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. This potentate. while disposition. Gate.\: \^ strait of the Devil's Race. to PoUopel lies in (which means "Soupladle") Island that 1 the Wind \. who had hills! at his command all the gales and tempests in the recesses of the that lay snugly tucked away [41] . as the northern entrance to the enis chanted region known.

Chief of them the potent Dwerg. is the prowess of Goblin might. Heer of the Keep of the Dunderberg! [42] . the malice of all is Dread is troll and sprite. 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. Deep in the Highlands.

he sits in his spell E'en to the Island of PoUopel. the rugged glen. Gerardus Keck Sour and headstrong.— — Mountain and River obey Brooding. but stout of Scorner of legends of spuke and soul. Up came the boatswain with pallid face: "Captain! we swing in the Devil's Race! [43] . be it told. troll. 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. 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. Slanting along o'er the Tappan Rack. Sometimes she wobbled. Breasting the calms of the golden stream. Ye who would sail his dominions through Scatheless. Sidled the Geertruyd van Haagensack. for. Jealous of honor of sprites and men.

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

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

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else "Lighten the vessel or we sink!" Over the Darting side went the precious drink! knaves ere they touched the waves. in a revel. before them Waving in triumph a captured flag. He of the Heights of the Thunder Crag! Gone was the tempest! Stemming With sails adroop. Battered and draggled. 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 . a current without a swell. the gleeful horde Drank to the fame of their puissant Lord Skippers that scoff when the sky is bright. "Up with the cargo!" the captain cried. Whirled with their booty. those goblin Caught up the casks Back to their mountains the thievish crew flew. like swallows. the frothing tide. Wild was the laughter that quaking men Heard through the night from the Goblin Glen Where. the plundered sloop. Crept past the Island of Pollopel.! ! — Brawled o'er the gunwale.

—— 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] .

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

while the more gradual slope to the north commemorates the Klaaver Waytie. 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. or clover meadow Of all of the Jan Jansen Damen farm. the romances that cluster around "T* Maegde-Padtje. were wont to wash the family and along whose wooded banks they often strolled on sum- mer evenings with the right sort of company." or "The Maiden's Path." none [so] .Jl"T)f A LEGEND OF MAIDEN LANE T^O this day the narrow.

of how he was strengthened to resist temptation. 5 rsi] .is of greater interest than that preserved in the family. 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. and of the good fortune that was granted him.

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

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

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

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

finish the story yourselves. o'erheard but the Crickets arid Elves. Yet. wholesome Laugh from ye Hearte of a Mayde!" [S6] .And no one That's all.' You may to add. 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.

would not be June were not for me!" [57] .A SONG IN JUNE On a rosebush that grows in the garden you love There are three opening buds on a single green stem. 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. to As he flutes it a world that he if knows for his own. And they it dream as they nod to your window above were not for them.

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

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

Watch of the shall get from any of the prisoners. whether fee." rule. [60] . doubtless as rigorously A worthy followed in those early times as to-day. 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. present or other which those Watch shall receive by consent of the Bur- gomasters. lock-up money.

it. I .

.

Bellow the hour to the sentry moon! Some honest burgher might wake too soon. Forth from the fort.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. with a soulful sigh. rattles the startled ear! Smite with your Let every miscreant know you're near. Drunk as a hero on musty ale. Sally the Watch of New Amsterdam. . Wiping their lips of a parting dram. Come. Follow the Watch on their nightly rounds! Marching as though to the Here little StoiFel roll of drums. Waving an arm like a windmill [63] sail. the tailor comes. merry lover of sights and sounds.

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

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

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

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

— 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. Although time has wrought cruel secluded nook changes in the neighboring town. you will find that the little by the Pocantico is [68] .

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

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

The furrowed grandeur of his Palisades. 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. incantations to discern The haunted hiding-place of pirate gold. Within the crypt discoursed the Sages twain. blent with mandragora's potent balm And soothing essence of the poppy-seed." said he. The River's breadth of silver solitude. the thought of which is deadly sin! And now the Doktor drew from out his vest A quaintly fashioned pouch of cobra-skin. "This holds. philters. call the red deer from the wold. "a leaf that giveth calm Yea. even as thy fragrant-fuming weed But. Dread weirds. awful runes that might not be expressed. [71] .— — — And long that rugged sentinel had viewed The sylvan peace of Hudson's rolling glades.

In melting wreaths. "Within the bowl the crimson sparkle gleams! Upon the air the hazy fillets rise! Who scents that cloud shall drowse in wondrous dreams. "My The swarthy Brother! force!" —Prithee. I tell to O Friend. plain. ruddy bark I burn Within my Upon the coal I fling These russet seedlets. brushed from plumes of fern In moonlight by the howlet's velvet wing. is thine! dare thee the simple wile We learn amid the whispers of the pine? "Then hear! —^The willow's pipe. 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 . "Well spoke!" the Doktor said.— "When I do blow its azure vapor forth hill. While I shall walk unseen of mortal eyes!" Then half in pique. let us show Our magic's The Wizard bowed [72] his head. o'er valley. pipes were lit.

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 ?

—Strange

their

plight!

In vain they strove against the magic best!
Till,

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

They

And

e'en the sentry boulder
it

knew the charm;

Awhile

quivered like a blade of grass.

Then,

sliding softly as a sleeper's arm.

It sealed the cavern

with

its

granite mass.

[73]

Around that cave the

leafy creepers cling,

Above

its

roof in summer, roses blow;

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

And And

still

they doze

^the

necromantic twain,

While from
still,

their pipes the witching

fumes

arise;

when Indian Summer bows the
skies.

grain,

That eery vapor dims the tender

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

Who

loiter in

the dream-enchanted dell

That hears the murmur of Pocantico.

[74]

A SPRINGTIME PILGRIMAGE
Feet on the
hills

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.

Meadows

are greening their winter tan.

Orchards are heavy with scented snow.

On! through

the Vale of the

Nepperhan,

Over the Heights of Pocantico!

Dogwood and
Mantle
the

laurel

and

trailing pine

furrowed and craggy scaurs;

Creamy

dicenira

and columbine
[75]

Nod

o'er the ashes of buried wars;

Rebel and Tory have made their bed

Harmless, their sabers a truce have found

Under

the verdure that lifts our tread. the heart of the

Deep in

Neutral Ground.

{Here

is the

church on the haunted ridge.

Lichens of centuries fleck the sides;

Shrouded and headless,

o'er

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.)

Hudson

in majesty meets the sea

Monarch of mountains and

goblin glades;

Laughing, the ripple of Tappan Zee

Mocks
Slumbers

at the

frown of

the Palisades.

the

land in a golden

spell.

Hush!
Here in

The Enchanter hath laid him dowUf
Hollow of Tarrytotvn.

Close by the river he loved so well.
the

[76]

A SCANDAL IN NEW AMSTERDAM

PVERY

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
Street,

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

only

little

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

Ompoge (Amboy), Ahasimus, and New Utrecht
carts,

in

on horseback,

in

shallops,

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,
geese,

turkeys,

pelicans,

eel-shovelers,

and

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

and finery

for

Sunday wear, clay

pipes and like commodities of
guilders

town

life,

for

Dutch

and stuyvers or

for

[77]

Indian sewant or
circulating

wampum which was the

principal

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,

all

the news of the
if

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

a few

choice scandals were thus put in circulation, they

many
title is

that have

been whispered at the tea-drinkings of later days.

The
in

scandal referred to in the

embalmed
litigation.

New

Amsterdam's early records of

178]

this is held a fair market day New Amsterdam. Like finches. With plaintive calf and lamb The farmer For In hales in groaning dray Along the forest-bordered way. The blunt bateau and market-boat. round the market-boats The And rosy vrouws. dugout. And shallop." The bronze Mohegan brings the spoil Of wood and river. skiff. what the soil Hath yielded to his sturdy toil. with kerchiefed throats short but ample petticoats [79] . and float Within "Die Heere Graft. mingling craft The light canoe from wilds remote.— 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.

strife 'twixt Hast heard of the our Dominie Bogardus and Antony Jan Salee? [80] . Yea? Journeyed to Hartford hath Pieter Volck! reckless to trust to the little How Nay. Such venison wouldn't be cheap at You Go! savages. dame hath a silken gown. The Ninth Commandment shattering.And hoods and kirtles gay. what is thy charge for in puny deer? alive five! Twelve stuyvers wampum! As I'm grow too bold. a mercy his woes are past. Then hark to what they say! the cloven ear! this "Thou coppery knave with Pray. Are gathering and scattering And chaffering and chattering." "Ah. Yankee folk! of The governor's moment hath passed in town. verily. 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.

"» S § I IS .

.

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

the shame!— his wife's tirade.That falsely she'd spoken —alack. Moreover. 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. all is Devouring (But with a mouth of flame. And the Dominie's wife was a worthy dame. safe And no one — from the smudge of blame. ^this is in confidence 'twixt us two — I firmly believe that the tale was true!)" [84] . a two-edged sword.

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

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

.8.

.

that they even took unfair advantage of one another in business transactions. and that they were woefully addicted to slander.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. that they frequently violated the liquor laws. 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. that they sometimes engaged in fisticuflFs. that they [89] . Dry some might think them. evil names — in short. and the calling of were very human. From them one may glean that the good people of the town sometimes failed to pay their taxes. backbiting.

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

town of New Amsterdam. Drawn from Gold the vat in an evil hour. 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. he claimeth of startled Jan for redress of his inner man. Natheless maintaining no pay Seeing the beer is is due. Boldly admitting the sale by Jan.—— 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. a worthless brew. devoid of little sham. [91] . Further. Cometh Jacobus. flat Muddy of color and and sour. that wily man.

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

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

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

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

even waiving minor and ofFenses. 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. 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] . 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. and. such as Lady Deborah Moody.WILLIAM THE TESTY 'IXT'ILHELMUS KIEFT • ' is generally admitted to have been the worst of the Dutch govhis ernors of faults New York. from less liberal New England.

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.Jefferson. I must plead that the following ballad was writtea in the year 1903. and printed [97] .

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

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

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

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

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. to song sing and a tale to tell. A A word and smile with a passing friend. And something coming around the bend!'" [102] .

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

and from that moment the passage became a veritable picnic-ground and its for all t'^« imps. rocks —the Hog's Back. the Chickens. 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. Now it is notorious that the devil never declines an invitation.

The infant colony of pirates. New Amsterdam by many Raeff.evil were exorcised by the potent charm of dynain mite 1876. or ghost. the pirate's that haunted Hell Gate until silver -bullet by Governor Peter was visited Stuyvesant. perhaps it Jan van Campen. 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. shot with a dreadful apparition. The identity of a spuke. was that of his lieutenant. has long been a matter of dispute. perhaps —but the secret lost be- neath the foam of Hell Gate. [losJ . is Perhaps the ghost was that of Captain de Raeff himself.

THE PIRATE'S SPUKE .

high So he snareth fish for his grimy clan. crashing roar. The March sky broke with a But never a raindrop fell. 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. That night 'twas inky black o'erhead And a wild wind smote the town. And the Duyvil squats on the Hog's Back When the angry cloud-banks form. The air is filled with the warning groans And wails of perished souls.— Like a slavered wolf the torrent moans And raves through deeps and shoals. And his fiddle squalls to the murky sky In hail of the brewing storm. And a The dreadful laugh shook the eastern shore mirthless laugh of hell! [107] .

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

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

And the strait is free of the And the power of goblins And the force of an iron fiendish art ill. The moonbeam dropped through a crystal air To dance on a dimpling tide.A Of cry like the scream of a dying horse. The guttural thunder died. 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. For they fear the wrath of a fearless heart will. [no] .

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

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. there are friendships between red many instances of warm and white. despite the fact that the pale-face had an uncomfortable habit of getting the best of the bargain. the relations between the Dutch settlers pleasant. [II2] . and.

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

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

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

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

"No!"The sweet. And the hare and the deermouse answered. That swells the pride of a lover's heart I said. 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] . green woods belong me!" woodchuck gray and the brown-eyed doe And the chipmunk. friends of youth. rocked on the hazel stem. green woods belonged to them! Then the jack^n-the-pulpits. to "The But the sweet.

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

hight Moaqua. ever after known as the Wizard's Well. A kindly old wizard. he imparted some of his mystic his dwelling- power to the beautiful spring near place. and eyes in all before he vanished from mortal the mysterious manner characteristic of true wizards. [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.under the eastward once dwelt shadow of the Indian cliffs there an ancient medicine-man.

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

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

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Underneath the cliff-walled hill Shadowed by the ancient wood Bordered by the sparkling kill. Wished her wish and spoke the spell: "Wizard chief. with coral mouth Sipped the waters of the well. Driven with a lusty will Landward rode the broad bateau. [123] . Hides where mountain-laurels Red Moaqua. Bending low.Soon beside the pool she stood. whose haunted cave cling. thou that gave Secret gifts to bless thy spring. Closed her eyes and faced the south. "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.

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

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

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

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

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

it must be a cheat! the glen Yet. I lay in a doze in the shade of a great tree that To dream clear. no. fain To search every nook of my lovely domain.And And bobolink chirrups his mellowest staves. with the chirp to the To wander. too squirrels. green are clear and mossy Its caves are wells —may they never run dry!- You rascal! you know the spot I loitered. better than I. '"Twas there that happy to for words. its laurels its Oh. Sore blow to feet my conscience! I sprang to my And marveled and trembled. out my day-dream. high-souled and adventurous. when. 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. stretched grows Cliff-sheltered. spring-watered. To chaff birds. Then. Their tasseled caps waving [129] .

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

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

" 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. ax. and plowshare that comes from my hand will.

A LILT IN FALL The brown of her eyes in the oaken leaf. fir. 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] .

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

mellowing with age alike still and loved and respected lish.But resistance was too clearly hopeless. refusing to accept English rule. if somewhat imperiously. 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. withdrew in disgust into the remote interior. "I had much rather be carried out dead!" Yet some there were. headed by Borger Joris. and the Dominie fairly dragged him from the bastions of the fort. by Dutch and Engrest in the vault of soil and that his bones old St. Mark's Church. within the of his cher- ished island. whence their stalwart descendants re- turned to do yeoman service against their traditional foes in the Revolutionary War. On the other hand. who. the sturdy blacksmith. 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. [I3S] . protesting.

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

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. Yet save thy helpless city! Provoke not ruthless war! Alone. his comrade. The Dominie. know thy That heart of courage fears not any man. Was "Old "I standing at his side.The stubborn Heer Direktor Upon the rampart's height Roused up his keen-eyed gunners." That man of God began. surrounded. friendless. [137] . friend. Their linstocks blazing bright: "Now make And (I'll your weapons ready. and trusty soldier. Outnumbered as we are.

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

but hapless toil! Oh. And there I'll hammer sabers For better men to use.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. [139] . 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. 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. George! "So! must we swear allegiance And bow our necks?" quoth he.

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

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

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

Kept the dasher StifFer Panting as the butter grew with her churning." 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. dear.Rosy Polly Cortelyou turning. Frowning still on Harry Gray. "thou face of scarlet! lass brass. Faith. "Nay. fashion. you doubt me? Proof Set I Can you ask love you madly? gladly. "Go!" said she. dear. do it [HS] . Sure. "I'd turn Shepherd for your sake." the gallant said. Merry spark of Sipping buttermilk and whey Just to cool his passion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

where Cald- Landing bears the alternative name of "Kidd's Point. 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. 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. is moreover. whence was recovered of the sea by the government. and overtook him. Vague stories of the terrible captain still echo among well's the Highlands of the Hudson. 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. how he turned pirate himself.prey upon the pirates of the Indian Ocean. [152] .

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

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

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

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

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

where the Storm Ship IiS8] . it's gale sides. 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.

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. strife low The hand-line stings. lee-rail. in frenzied The flashing bluefish leaps —for life! [IS9] .

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

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

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

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

The blessing of Sheaves of Grain. 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. [164] . to the rake that harrowed. Here's Here's to the hand that sowed.SAXON HARVEST HEALTH Here's to the plow that furrowed.

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

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

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

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

all. 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.— — Come. friends that ride on the crested swell. 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. 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.

Despatched a letter o'er the foam. 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. Where grimy furnace-men Now. Upon a northward promontory The "House of Blazes" stands in pride- A tavern famed in local story. abide. Pathrick's gone to purgathory! He niver wrote that he was dead! [170] . one of these.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. in proud elation.

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

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

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. the jury boldly disregarded the charge and declared the defendant guilty" amid the cheers of the audience. [173] . 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.

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

Answered the note of that noble futile chain free! Freeing the weapon that made them Zenger the Printer — his work is done.—— Vain were the wiles of a Twisting to evil servile judge '. stress Soft be his slumber. a fearless press! [I7S] . 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. Through storm aind Guard we the prize of the fight he won Bulwark of Freedom.

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 mainsail flaps and heaves like a fills. And Hudson On wampum belt the breast of the strong. Where the smoke-wreaths the lift and melt. tryst of ships where the river meets the gladdened sea. red hills. 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? . The throng of The The burst of the wharf and quay.

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

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

broader passage of the East River. 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. 13 1 179] .

BUTTERMILK CHANNEL
"Pray
tarry,

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
gossip

In her cabin on the strand;

Draw

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

And

the market wouldn't wait,

So she oared the heavy wherry

Through the currents of the

strait.

Then the tempest broke above

her!

And the chickens squawked And the little darky Mingo
[i8o]

in fright;

Fairly turned from black to white

As he

chattered, "Laws-a-massy!
dis nigger

Wuz
Oh,

bawn

to

drown?

we'll

nebber reach Manhattan

'Fore de sun goes down!"

Then

she cuffed that

little

darky

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
tide

was tempered
in safety

By

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
And
their host of prankish goblins
shore,

Bend the masts along the

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

scurried

How

the surges of the channel

Froth and foam with milk and whey, [i8i]

All to honor

Nancy Blossom
Manhattan

Who
When

achieved this high renown
she crossed to old

'Fore the sun went down!

[182]

A CITY GARDEN
Sun-warmed, where Hudson meets
the sea.

My

motley-blossomed croft

is

sown

A

desert

inn that cheers the bee

Astray amid our wastes of stone

Where pansies Where
lilies

raise their velvet heads.

nod

to

hollyhocks

Across the sweet-alyssum beds;

And

tiger-bells

and

four-o' clocks.

Right neighborly, together grow


and white;

The wild and tame,

the red

And

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

Ere moths and

And

here

my

chair's

a ducal throne;

I rule a fief in Fairyland,

Though scarce

to

any

serf is

known

My

puissant, scepter-wielding hand.

[183]

Unchecked, his subterrene abode

That Earth-gnome

Worm may
Ogre Toad

dig with zeal.

Nor

shall

I balk

the

Who marks him

Jor a horrid meal!

Those gay Zingaras of the breeze.

The air-delighting

Butterflies,
trellised

Have come

to

woo

my

peas

That mock

so well their

forms and dyes.

I know yon dart of emerald

light

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
The

alone controlled,

Like him that ruled in ease divine
careless, lawless

Age

of Gold,

So do I hold Saturnian reign
Till one transcending day,

I ween.

Shall welcome

to

My

Suzeraine

her leal
the

domain

Faery Queen.

[184]

BOWLING GREEN
'T'HE
^
Its

little

half-acre park on lower

Broadway
First

just north of the identity through

Custom-House has preserved

many

vicissitudes.

an

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

and

finally,

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

has

been intimately connected with

many

of the most

significant events of the city's history.

Known
tion,
it

in the earliest

days as the "plain before

the fort" and even then largely devoted to recrea-

was

in

the year of Washington's birth

leased for the consideration of "one peppercorn per

annum"

to three gentlemen "in order to
It

make

a

Bowling Green there."

was thus the first officially
In 1772
as
it is

authorized park in the city.
in the diary of

described
ellipsis

John Adams

"A beautiful

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

of which

is

a statue of his majesty on horseback,

very large, of solid lead gilded with gold, standing

[185]

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. George ti861 .on a pedestal of marble. very high. 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."' It was this. the green is The railing that still surrounds said to be the original fence mentioned by Adams.

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

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

—— — 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. of Monmouth plain. who charged with Wayne. scene. knows the visions. the air wild with din. and Fulton knew it well. Who Who And fought the war of seven years. 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 tears And The joys of thrice a hundred years. And It Irving loved its hallowed spell. strong of limb and stout of soul. While. whipped the Redcoat Grenadiers stride is With swinging all come marching in. [189] . strifes. Who marched with Greene. Unchanged amid a changing city's heart is Bowling Green.

.

Periods .

.

Putnam and' delaying the British general. 1776. having effected a Bay on the East River about in Thirty-fourth Street." but "Murray Hill.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. 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. when. is Dutch "the Incleberg. on September landing at Kip's 15. [193] . enabled Aaron Burr to withdraw Silliman's brigade and Knox's artillery from a perilous position in the city to the southward. they advanced across the island and northward the wake of the retells treating Americans.

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

.

.

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

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

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

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

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

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

1776. King George. Despite your hireling band! Our 'prentice lads have borne Our farmer boys will stand! a brunt. The fight's as good as won. Though Peace may lag and Fortune flag. 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.HAARLEM HEIGHTS Captain Stephen Brown of Knowlton's Connecticut Rangers tells of the affair of September 1 6. [203] . They've turned! they've fought! Good-by.

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

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

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

it and glen. war Desert this island that ledge remains the pledge will claim That we our own! [207] .In mingled rout we drove them out field. And though our Upon star through stress of throiie. In goodly case seemed to chase again! Our "hunters" home We flaunted in their faces flag The they thought to scorn. 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.

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

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

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

THE STORMING OF STONY POINT
Highlands of Hudson! ye saw them
Night on the
pass.

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,

Trim
Silent,

in their trappings of BufF

and Blue,

they skirted the rugged shore,
in the promise of

Grim

work

to do.

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

Out with the

flint

from the musket-lock!

Now!

let

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
15

abatis,

blow on blow.

[-211]

Little

they tarried for British might!

Little they recked of the

Tory

jeers!

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:

"The

fort's

our own!"

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

peal!
his

band.

Swept on a billow of burnished

steel

Over the parapet, "spear

in

hand!"

[212]

Co
55

e
9"

O

8.3

OLD TRINITY
This was a merchant, and that was a
belle.
fell.

There

lies

a statesman-^-you know how he

Under

that

monument fronting

the street

Rests the young sailor, who, spurning defeat.

In a

lost battle,

and with
to

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

at

your feet

Shelters a blade of his Majesty's fleet.

Gallant

and gay, when
city,

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!

[2IS]

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

Bicker and ring of encountering

steel,

Panting of bosoms,

the

stamp of

the heel.

Feint, circle, parry, lunge, counter,

and

carte!

Dead!

like

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

is

hidden!

to

descry

the passions that lie

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

[2X6]

century a smoke-breathing monster did indeed swim upon the surface of the lake. lish. ready story that unwary bather —a was countenanced by several Early in the last fatalities. was a place of pure delight. 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. it and later.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. for it was here that Robert Fulton launched first the model of his steamboat. but. ill-omened rumors spread to inland sea." because of the vast quantity of shells that lined its shores. by the EngOriginally the Fresh Water or Collect Pond. swimmer little in summer and the called This lake was by the Dutch "Kalch Hoeck. 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. Abuse and neg- [217] .

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

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

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

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

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

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. Yet the Dyckmans appear to have been the stronger breed. Jan Dyckman of his late feudal brother. in 1689. and "Dyckman" still remains a name to conjure by in northern Manhattan. soon healed. In fact.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. a But the breach was married the widow year after the death of Nagel. 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. and the second generation of both clans was reared under the same roof. The original Dyckman homestead was burned [223] during the Revo- .

lution. restored and converted into a public memorial of the past through the generosity of the inheritors of the Dyckman blood and spirit. [224 J . 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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

w § fe I- .

.

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

[236] . 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. Laughing. So it's back! through the Valley of Nepperhan! Three miles up through the well-known glade. For the Yagers are up on the King's Bridge Way.— Reavers and harriers. Helmeted Yagers hard on our track. Hurling the Hessians staggering back. we turned at our ambuscade.

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

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

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

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

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. Seem the garb of advancing foes And the roll of a phantom drum. The red that the woodland shows. And we From draughts of the sparkling air the deep blue cup of sky. [241] . Look east to the dancing Sound.FORT TRYON Again there's a golden haze On On the shadow of Hudson glades. The swell of the city's hum.

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. Once more swing the hostile boats In the eddies of Haarlem Kill. See! the stainless Flag of the Clustered Stars Rides alone in a peaceful sky! [242] . of their woes and scars Is a boon such alone could buy. 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.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. While the Cross of the Briton floats On the ramparts of Laurel Hill.

Norfolk. right Then round about The the oaken board goblets leaped and rang. April. Up The rose. "Our Country! Our Country 17 — — ever right. And fervent fingers pressed the sword the heroes As up sprang. right or t we pray. His — —be she "Our Country! or wrong!" Our Country!— He pledged that brilliant throng ever right. wrong! 243 ] . from his seat the The Bayard of Sea — lion of our laureled fleet. 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. hut. Our Country Right or Wrong!" Commodore Stephen Decatur. triumphant. 1816. — — Virginia. glass abrim with bubbling light. The scourge of Barbary.

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

is no doubt that he was a dauntless strategist. something of a diplomat. Although some recent biographers have claimed for Jones more than history warrants. representing the a dapper commodore most ruffianly His chief exploit was the capture of the off Serapis Flamborough Head. man most punctilious in [245] . whom some English writers even in recent days have insisted on miscalling a "Scotch pirate. September most desperate fight 23. an able an admirable seaman. there fighter. and withal a honor." 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. after the vessels between single on record. 1779.a THE BALLAD OF JOHN PAUL JONES IVTO more •*^ picturesque figure ever adorned a ' quarter-deck than Commodore John Paul Jones.

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

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

Red flame ashine on hissing brine And red blood curdling black. was fire and flood and wrack. 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. And It shot rent through and splinters flew. [248] .' 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.

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

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

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

Her masts were pines Her of mountain birth.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. She rode meet the foe When Bainbridge walked her quarter-deck A hundred years ago. sails without And proud in to a fleck." The school where heroes proved their worth In gale or battle smoke. sides were native oak. [252] . And fifteen stripes and fifteen stars She flaunted high in air When HuWs fierce broadsides raked the spars Of England's "Guerriere.

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

I How bright with silk and rich brocade. Away Let with dust and rattling pave! all be swarded. The corbeled roof De Lancey reared What time Queen Anne maintained dominion. O Thought. the river's banished And call wave Again to lap a garden's rim.FRAUNCES' TAVERN Restore. whose potent weird Recalls the Past on lagging pinion. baldric broad With and tossing feather. green and trim. Of flirt of fan and courtly bow And sudden glint of jealous steel. 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. [ 254 ] .

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

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

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

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" had their own their noble river. those great columns and ramparts of basaltic rock that shore of the sacred stream.THE PALISADES 'T'HE Mahican •* or Mohegan Indians. rise on the western [261] . call which we the Hudson. The legend is of the river also connected with another of the creation of the Palisades. the Mahican-ittuck. 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.

Fire-bom brave with verdure. all the lands beneath him. yours the best. the Palisades. Manitou loved [262] .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. forest- crowned. Where across the silent river frown in furrowed lights and shades basalt. "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.

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

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

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

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

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. and the broken reefs that stretch from the base of Great Neck across the Sound to the mainland are to this stones. Even placid Long Island Sound figures on old Colonial irregular. the "Duyvils' Dans-kammer." day known as "the Devil's Stepping- [267] ." the Devils' Dancing-chamber. on the west shore is not far beyond Poughkeepsie. maps as "the Devil's Belt". Up the Hudson. "Hell Gate" and "Spuyten limits of Duyvil" mark the eastern and northern Manhattan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

two-thirds 31.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. Paul's in Chapel. but he at once offered his services and was placed in command of the ill-fated and splendid bravery were extolled and foe. alike by friend Montgomery had been but two years married to Janet Livingston at the commencement of hostilities. 1775. New York. only to Edmund Burke. lead- fall. to quote of Canada. December ing a desperate assault on Quebec. In 1818 the general's remains were removed and convoyed down the Hudson to be reinterred St. near the monument that had been ordered in Paris by Benjamin Franklin. floating slowly down the [274] . whose noble bearing. winning manners. In a bitter winter campaign with but a small force he captured Montreal and conquered. As the funeral barge. expedition to Quebec.

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

toll To drumhead roll and church-bell And boom of minute gun! By night the ruddy beacons flame On crested Kaaterskill. In wastes of nor'land snow battled. His uttermost he gave.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. conquered. He bade He his bonny bride farewell. A shadow in the sun. failed. and fell- Full twoscore years ago [276] . 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.

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

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

while yet another tells of some old farm wall. 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. There is a story in every crook and curve of these old highways and byways. or other token of vested rights that the early roadmakers dared not desecrate or disregard. another is a forgotten stream that runs. but the older ways of the lower city often ramble with a delightful lack of responsibility." [279] .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.infully inartistic. building. honored landmark. 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. deep under- ground.

and the laws Of wise Roman roadmakers. Just south of a chapel with gray Gothic walls. flexureless." a great warehouse of laces and shawls. At the Above street numbered "Ten. . 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. Macadam and Telford and Byrne.— DUTCHMAN'S QUIRK Broadway Green Direct as an arrow-flight. in —^what matters the date? ] In days that are gone. It leaps to the west Like a roadway possessed! In flagrant defiance Of Reason and Science. held a goodly estate [ 280 . . . Hear ye the cause! Old Hendrick Brevoort.

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

"Of all friends. In spite of all ructions. the very best friend is my tree That never provokes me and never But echoes leaves. O'ershadowed his lawn with an emerald cloud. great-boughed. truly." deceives." said he. To Nor follow the chart ever depart its A hair from guidance. Wide-branching. regardless of mart [282] .— So stately and proud. in the cool of its 'Twas Hendrick's delight bower To smoke and to ponder from hour to hour at knee. With tankard "For. 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.

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

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

) When up through the cajaon entitled "Broadway" You're riding on business or pleasure to-day. oh. Marshal. Then And Away to the westward.Brevoort left the tree in the keep of his horde the sword. At the numberless rout Of mortals his Majesty made to turn out. gallantly swerved gracefully curved . The Coroner. and every taxpayer Of substance or influence. . And The suddenly. urging his plea Of "Woodman. The tree was preserved! (To chuckle. To make good in law what he held by He called on the Mayor. no doubt. . close to the front of Grace Church. woodman. 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. The City Surveyor. car takes a curve with a jolt and a lurch [285] .

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

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

eflFect it has been said. glide up the against wind and tide. and partner in his am- [288] . The invention of the steamboat. less hundred and but the average time of the sloops of the day between the same points was four days. the residence of Chancellor Robert R. Hudson Thirty-two hours was the time of this epoch-making trip from to Albany." that quest of generations of navigators. Livingston. Fulton's constant friend. but also of a shorter route to It is all the coasts of all the seas. breathing smoke and flame. 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. was in the discovery of not only a "shorter route to India.

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

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

A fabled road to the far Cathay Old Hudson sought through our western Highlands. of Man and the might of Steam together. 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. The scythe-men group and the binders flock To gaze in awe at the floating wonder. 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 red deer stamps on the basalt rock And bounds away to the Hill of Thunder.The round-eyed Lets fall host at his tavern door the pipe and the frothing flagon. 1 291 ] . But here's the all key to a shorter way the seas to the farthest islands. churn of foam. sloops of the The brown-winged Tappan shore Make frightened way for the snorting dragon.

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

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] .Ward our gates. Wielder of the Bow! nation's weal.

stands the Hall of Fame erected to honor the names of great Americans and dedicated in June. overlooking the Har- ^^ lem. 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. [294I .THE HALL OF FAME /""NN University Heights. 1901. According to a rule laid down by the on the founder. no names might be inscribed tablets of the building save those of in territory that men in gift.

whose frowning An even shade upon the gleam of Hudson's flow. A.D. 'Tis Hallowe'en! walls. [295] . repair and once again to view those The spirits of the mighty dead whose names are graven there. strong sleep that midnight gives our sea-enthroned queen Looks westward to the foreheads throw Palisades. silver The hall is filled with wondrous light and faint sweet minstrelsy And softly echoed laugh and song of elfin revelry. 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.— — THE HALL OF FAME All-Hallowe'en.

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

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

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

what matters their race trace To our generous Mold Of Nations! Yet. Come. These foreign-born children that march In their hundreds and more In sunshine and storm. through the arch Of the library door! Their race? Ah. New York Public Library. [299] . if ye would All the record unrolled. see.—— Epilogue THE BOOK LINE Rivington Street Branch. 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.

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

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

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