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mands to all they met: “Pirates! Come to the big house!” When they reached that vulnerable fortress Rosalind quietly aske om the wonder of it all, then some old man would shake his head and say, “Beats all, the geese came back. We haven’t seen our boys in ages. The kickback came close to ripping out the stern of the skiff, but the pine needles absorbed it, while a veritable cloud of black smoke curled upward.

The flotilla of pri­vateers assembled by Virginia and Maryland planters had up to now accomplished little; there had been desultory forays against the pirates but no engagements of signifi­cance. One man who never missed a rally was Amos Turlock—“Best damned cookin’ in the county, and them niggers know how to sing. They first hit Cape Charles, at the southern end of the Eastern Shore, then explode ferociously over the waters of the bay, driving crabbers and oystermen to shore. Sit­ting at Susan’s right, he discoursed on his vision of a more powerful Union, stretching to all parts of the continent, pr