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These words were spoken in a playful bantering kind of manner, which caused the rich red blood to mantle over the face and neck of the beautiful Ellen, whilst she answered in the same tone:

‘I humbly crave your pardon, most gracious and prudent ‘duenna,’ for having been the only one of the party who designed to treat the young gentlemen to whom you have alluded, with ordinary civility.’

‘She has you there, Mary,’ exclaimed the earl, ‘and it is now your turn to blush for not doing the amiable to at least one of the twin brothers.’

Before Mary could find words wherewith to reply to her uncle’s bantering speech, a low sweet strain of mournful music, fell suddenly upon the ears of our astonished voyagers, which as it died slowly away, like the departing imagery of a vivid dream, was succeeded instantly by a loud shout of bacchanalian laughter, which echoed wildly for a moment amongst the rocky cliffs of the island, then all was calm and silent as before.

The surprise occasioned by these strange and mysterious sounds, caused the earl and his companions to stand, for some moments after their conclusion in a state of profound and bewildered silence, almost breathlessly listening as if to hear them again repeated. But, they listened in vain, for the strange sounds were no more heard, and the painful silence which had overpowered our singular group of island visitors, was soon after broken by the Earl of Derwentwater, who spoke as follows:

‘I really believe, that this place is a sort of mixture, composed of equal portions of fairy land and satan’s paradise, judging by the different sounds which we have just heard.’

‘The music must have proceeded from a flute,’ said Arthur Huntington.

‘And it must have been played by a master’s hand,’ interposed Mary Hamilton.

‘I can never believe that those were earthly sounds,’ said Ellen Armstrong, ‘and I must say for one, I have no wish to remain here longer.’

‘You, surely, cannot be already tired of roaming about this lovely spot,’ exclaimed Mary Hamilton in a deprecating tone. ‘I should have thought, that after complaining as you have of the tediousness and monotony of our sea voyage, you would be the last one to express a wish to leave this beautiful island.’

‘I have well appreciated the beauties of this quiet place,’ replied Ellen, ‘but at the risk of being considered a very weak and simple girl, I must own, that the mysterious sounds which just now fell upon my ears, cannot be accounted for through any natural means, and as I have no particular liking for supernatural adventures, I must persist in my wish to go on board our good ship again, as soon as possible.’

As the fair Ellen finished her speech, light strains of the same mysterious music which they had before heard, again floated through the air above their heads, the same bacchanalian shouts of wild laughter again fell upon their ears, but, as its last strange echo died away, the surprise of our island visitors was greatly augmented by the sudden appearance before them, of a tall and handsomely formed man, effeminately dressed in loose Turkish trousers of crimson silk, which were elegantly matched by a loose tunic of the same color and texture.–This was fastened to his person by a red silken sash, which also confined in its soft but close embrace, a large pair of pistols and a small Spanish stiletto of the most costly workmanship. The head of this strange being was covered with a crimson cap, and his countenance, might have been truely termed handsome, had not the lower part of it been enveloped in a mass of long black hair, which gave to its possessor an air of wild and savage ferocity. ( See Engraving. )

‘What strange apparition is this,’ exclaimed the earl involuntarily, as this singular personage stood erect before him.

‘I am no apparition, sir,’ exclaimed the stranger, in a voice so finely modulated, that it might have been easily taken for a woman’s, ‘but a substantial specimen of vigorous life, who kindly bids you welcome to the pirates’ palace.’