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CAPE COD. 
I do not like to hear the sound of the surf.” He had 
lost at least one son in the memorable gale,” and could 
tell many a tale of the shipwrecks which he had wit- 
nessed there. 
In the year 1717, a noted pirate named Bellamy was 
led on to the bar off Wellfleet by the captain of a snow 
which he had taken, to whom he had offered his vessel 
again if he would pilot him into Provincetown Harbor. 
Tradition says that the latter threw over a burning tar- 
barrel in the night, which drifted ashore, and the pirates 
followed it. A storm coming on, their whole fleet was 
wrecked, and more than a hundred dead bodies lay along 
the shore. Six who escaped shipwreck were executed. 
“At times to this day” (1793), says the historian of 
Wellfleet, “there are King William and Queen Mary’s 
coppers picked up, and pieces of silver called cob-money. 
The violence of the seas moves the sands on the outer 
bar, so that at times the iron caboose of the ship [that 
is, Bellamy’s] at low ebbs has been seen.” Another 
tells us that, “ For many years after this shipwreck, a 
man of a very singular and frightful aspect used every 
spring and autumn to be seen travelling on the Cape, 
who was supposed to have been one of Bellamy’s crew. 
The presumption is that he went to some place where 
money had been secreted by the pirates, to get such a 
supply as his exigencies required. When he died, many 
pieces of gold were found in a girdle which he con¬ 
stantly wore.” 
As I was walking on the beach here in my last visit, 
looking for shells and pebbles, just after that storm which 
I have mentioned as moving the sand to a great depth, 
not knowing but I might find some cob-money, I did 
acvtually pick up a French crown piece, worth about a 
