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    COUNT D'ARTIGAS.

    Just who was this Count d'Artigas? A Spaniard? So his name would
    appear to indicate. Yet on the stern of his schooner, in letters of
    gold, was the name _Ebba_, which is of pure Norwegian origin. And had
    you asked him the name of the captain of the _Ebba_, he would have
    replied, Spade, and would doubtless have added that that of the
    boatswain was Effrondat, and that of the ship's cook, Helim--all
    singularly dissimilar and indicating very different nationalities.

    Could any plausible hypothesis be deducted from the type presented by
    Count d'Artigas? Not easily. If the color of his skin, his black hair,
    and the easy grace of his attitude denoted a Spanish origin, the
    _ensemble_ of his person showed none of the racial characteristics
    peculiar to the natives of the Iberian peninsula.

    He was a man of about forty-five years of age, about the average
    height, and robustly constituted. With his calm and haughty demeanor
    he resembled an Hindoo lord in whose blood might mingle that of some
    superb type of Malay. If he was not naturally of a cold temperament,
    he at least, with his imperious gestures and brevity of speech,
    endeavored to make it appear that he was. As to the language usually
    spoken by him and his crew, it was one of those idioms current in
    the islands of the Indian Ocean and the adjacent seas. Yet when his
    maritime excursions brought him to the coasts of the old or new world
    he spoke English with remarkable facility, and with so slight an
    accent as to scarcely betray his foreign origin.

    None could have told anything about his past, nor even about his
    present life, nor from what source he derived his fortune,--obviously
    a large one, inasmuch as he was able to gratify his every whim and
    lived in the greatest luxury whenever he visited America,--nor where
    he resided when at home, nor where was the port from which his
    schooner hailed, and none would have ventured to question him upon any
    of these points so little disposed was he to be communicative. He was
    not the kind of man to give anything away or compromise himself in the
    slightest degree, even when interviewed by American reporters.

    All that was known about him was what was published in the papers when
    the arrival of the _Ebba_ was reported in some port, and particularly
    in the ports of the east coast of the United States, where the
    schooner was accustomed to put in at regular periods to lay in
    provisions and stores for a lengthy voyage. She would take on board
    not only flour, biscuits, preserves, fresh and dried meat, live stock,
    wines, beers, and spirits, but also clothing, household utensils, and
    objects of luxury--all of the finest quality and highest price, and
    which were paid for either in dollars,
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