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Episode Date: April 12, 2023The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper audiobook. Genre: history Set in the tense borderlands of the American Revolution, The Spy: A Tale of the Neutral Ground follows the dangerous uncertainty of Westches...ter County, New York, where farms and villages sit between British-occupied New York City and the American lines. When the well-born Henry Wharton is captured under suspicious circumstances, his fate becomes entangled with a shadowy local peddler named Harvey Birch, a man widely branded as a traitor and informer. As patrols tighten and loyalties are tested, Birch moves through taverns, wooded byways, and secret meetings, trading in rumors and coded messages while trying to stay one step ahead of both sides. Around him, the Wharton family struggles to navigate honor, romance, and survival as accusations mount and violence threatens to erupt at any moment. With cavalry officer Major Dunwoodie, the shrewd and ruthless Captain Lawton, and whispers of Washington's unseen hand, James Fenimore Cooper builds a world where appearances deceive and the cost of service can be paid in reputation as well as blood. The result is a gripping portrait of espionage, identity, and moral courage in wartime America. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 1 (00:33:58) Chapter 2 (00:46:52) Chapter 01 (01:18:29) Chapter 02 (01:42:04) Chapter 03 (02:13:52) Chapter 04 (02:50:34) Chapter 05 (03:16:13) Chapter 06 (03:51:44) Chapter 07 (04:31:37) Chapter 08 (05:04:35) Chapter 09 (05:30:44) Chapter 10 (06:02:50) Chapter 11 (06:26:14) Chapter 12 (06:45:10) Chapter 13 (07:10:07) Chapter 14 (07:33:23) Chapter 15 (07:45:47) Chapter 16 (08:11:29) Chapter 17 (08:26:05) Chapter 18 (08:47:25) Chapter 19 (09:15:25) Chapter 20 (09:43:32) Chapter 21 (10:25:18) Chapter 22 (11:07:01) Chapter 23 (11:35:53) Chapter 24 (12:05:21) Chapter 25 (12:22:41) Chapter 26 (12:53:51) Chapter 27 (13:21:44) Chapter 28 (14:00:01) Chapter 29 (14:26:10) Chapter 30 (14:59:00) Chapter 31 (15:18:19) Chapter 32 (15:50:18) Chapter 33 (16:13:10) Chapter 34 (16:29:24) Chapter 35 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper.
Author's introduction.
Quote,
Breeze there the man with souls so dead,
who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land.
End quote.
The author has often been asked,
If there were any foundation in real life
for the delineation of the principal character in this book,
he can give no clearer answer to the question
than by laying before his readers a simple statement.
statement of the facts connected with its original publication. Many years since, the writer of this
volume was at the residence of an illustrious man, who had been employed in various situations of
high trust during the darkest days of the American Revolution. The discourse turned upon the
effects which great political excitement produces on character, and the purifying consequences of a
love of country, when that sentiment is powerfully and generally awakened in a people. He who,
from his years, his services and his knowledge of men was best qualified to take the lead in such a
conversation, was the principal speaker. After dealing on the marked manner in which the great
struggle of the nation, during the war of 1775, had given a new and honorable direction to the
thoughts and practices of multitudes whose time had formerly been engrossed by the most vulgar
concerns of life, he illustrated his opinions by relating an anecdote, the truth of the truth of
truth of which he could attest as a personal witness.
The dispute between England and the United States of America,
though not strictly a family quarrel,
had many of the features of a civil war.
The people of the latter were never properly
and constitutionally subject to the people of the former,
but the inhabitants of both countries owed an allegiance to a common king.
The Americans as a nation disavowed this allegiance,
and the English, choosing to support their sovereign
in the attempt to regain his power,
most of the feelings of an internal struggle
were involved in the conflict.
A large proportion of the immigrants from Europe,
then established in the colonies,
took part with the crown,
and there were many districts
in which their influence,
united to that of the Americans
who refused to lay aside their allegiance,
gave a decided preponderance to the royal cause.
America was then too young
and too much in need of every heart and hand,
to regard these partial divisions small as they were in actual amount with indifference the evil was greatly increased by the activity of the english in profiting by these internal dissensions
and it became doubly serious when it was found that attempts were made to raise various corps of provincial troops who were to be banded with those from europe to reduce the young republic to subjection congress named an especial and especial and a special and
a secret committee, therefore, for the express purpose of defeating this object.
Of this committee, Mr. Blank, the narrator of the anecdote, was chairman.
In the discharge of the novel duties which now devolved on him, Mr. Blank had occasion to employ
an agent whose services differed but little from those of a common spy.
This man, as will easily be understood, belonged to a condition in life which rendered him
the least reluctant to appear in so equivocal a character. He was poor, ignorant, so far as the
usual instruction was concerned, but cool, shrewd, and fearless by nature. It was his office to learn
in what part of the country the agents of the crown were making their efforts to embody men,
to repair to the place, enlist, appear zealous in the cause he affected to serve, and otherwise to
get possession of as many of the secrets of the enemy as possible. The last he, of course,
communicated to his employers, who took all the means in their power to counteract the plans of
the English, and frequently with success. It will readily be conceived that a service like this
was attended with great personal hazard. In addition to the danger of discovery, there was
the daily risk of falling into the hands of the Americans themselves, who invariably visited
sins of this nature more severely on the natives of the country than on the Europeans who fell into
their hands. In fact, the agent of Mr. Blank was several times arrested by the local authorities,
and in one instance he was actually condemned by his exasperated countrymen to the gallows.
Speedy and private orders to the jailer alone saved him from an ignominious death.
He was permitted to escape, and this seeming and indeed actual peril, was a very general peril was
great aid in supporting his assumed character among the English. By the Americans in his little
sphere, he was denounced as a bold and inveterate Tory. In this manner, he continued to serve
his country in secret, during the early years of the struggle, hourly environed by danger,
and the constant subject of unmerited opprobrium. In the year, Blank, Mr. Blank, was named to a high
an honorable employment at a European court. Before vacating his seat in Congress, he reported to that
body an outline of circumstances related necessarily suppressing the name of his agent,
and demanding an appropriation in behalf of a man who had been of so much use at so great risk.
A suitable sum was voted, and its delivery was confided to the chairman of the secret committee.
Mr. Blank took the necessary means to summon his agent to a personal interview.
They met in a wood at midnight.
Here Mr. Blank complimented his companion on his fidelity and adroitness,
explained the necessity of their communications being closed,
and finally tendered the money.
The other drew back, and declined receiving it.
The country has need of all its means, he said.
As for myself, I can work or gain a livelihood in various ways.
Persuasion was useless, for patriotism was uppermost in the heart of
this remarkable individual. And Mr. Blank departed, bearing with him the gold he had brought,
and deep respect for the man who had so long hazarded his life unrequited for the cause they
served in common. The writer is under an impression that at a later day, the agent of Mr. Blank
consented to receive a remuneration for what he had done, but it was not until his country
was entirely in a condition to bestow it. It is scarcely necessary to add,
that an anecdote like this, simply but forcibly told by one of its principal actors,
made a deep impression on all who heard it. Many years later, circumstances which it is
unnecessary to relate, and of an entirely adventitious nature, induced the writer to publish
a novel, which proved to be what he little foresaw at the time, the first of a tolerably long
series. The same adventitious causes which gave birth to the book,
determined its scene and its general character. The former was laid in a foreign country,
and the latter embraced a crude effort to describe foreign manners. When this tale was published,
it became matter of reproach among the author's friends, that he, an American in heart as in birth,
should give to the world a work which aided, perhaps, in some slight degree, to feed the imaginations
of the young and unappreciated among his own countrymen, by pictures drawn.
from a state of society so different from that to which he belonged. The writer, while he knew how much
of what he had done was purely accidental, felt the reproach to be one that, in a measure, was just.
As the only atonement in his power, he determined to inflict a second book, whose subject should admit
of no cavil, not only on the world, but on himself. He chose patriotism for his theme,
and to those who read this introduction and the book itself,
it is scarcely necessary to add
that he took the hero of the anecdote,
just related, as the best illustration of his subject.
Since the original publication of The Spy,
there have appeared several accounts of different persons
who are supposed to have been in the author's mind
while writing the book.
As Mr. Blank did not mention the name of his agent,
the writer never knew any more of his identity
with this or that individual than has been here explained.
Both Washington and Sir Henry Clinton had an unusual number of secret emissaries.
In a war that partook so much of a domestic character,
and in which the contending parties were people of the same blood and language,
it could scarcely be otherwise.
The style of the book has been revised by the author in this edition.
In this respect, he has endeavored to make it more worthy of the favor,
with which it has been received, though he is compelled to admit there are faults so interwoven
with the structure of the tale, that as in the case of a decayed edifice, it would cost perhaps
less to reconstruct than to repair. Five and twenty years have been, as ages with most things
connected with America. Among other advantages, that of her literature has not been the least,
So little was expected from the publication of an original work of this description at the time it was written that the first volume of the spy was actually printed several months before the author felt a sufficient inducement to write a line of the second.
The efforts expended on a hopeless task are rarely worthy of him who makes them, however low it may be necessary to rate the standard of his general merit.
One other anecdote, connected with the history of this book,
may give the reader some idea of the hopes of an American author
in the first quarter of the present century.
As the second volume was slowly printing,
from manuscript that was barely dry when it went into the compositor's hands,
the publisher intimated that the work might grow to a length that would consume the profits.
To set his mind at rest,
the last chapter was actually written, printed, and paged, several weeks before the chapters which
preceded it, were even thought of. This circumstance, while it cannot excuse, may serve to explain the
manner in which the actors are hurried off the scene. A great change has come over the country
since this book was originally written. The nation is passing from the gristle into the bone,
and the common mind is beginning to keep even pace with the growth of the body politic.
The march from Veracruz to Mexico was made under the orders of that gallant soldier who,
a quarter of a century before, was mentioned with honor in the last chapter of this very book.
Glorious as was that march, and brilliant as were its results in a military point of view,
a stride was then made by the nation, in a moral sense, that has had,
hastened it by an age in its progress toward real independence and high political influence.
The guns that filled the valley of the Aztecs with their thunder have been heard in echoes
on the other side of the Atlantic, producing equally hope or apprehension.
There is now no enemy to fear, but the one that resides within, by accustoming ourselves to regard
even the people as erring beings, and by using the restraints that wisdom has adduced from
experience, there is much reason to hope that the same providence which has so well aided us
in our infancy may continue to smile on our manhood.
Cooperstown, March 29, 1849.
End of author's introduction.
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The Spy
by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 1
Quote
And though amidst the calm of thought and tire
some high and haughty features might betray, a soul impetuous once, twas earthly fire that fled
composure's intellectual ray, as Etna's fires grow dim before the rising day."
Gertrude of Wyoming.
It was near the close of the year 1780 that a solitary traveler was seen pursuing his way
through one of the numerous little valleys of Westchester.
Begin footnote.
As each state of the American Union has its own counties,
it often happens that there are several which bear the same name.
The scene of this tale is in New York,
whose county of Westchester is the nearest joining to the city.
End, footnote.
The easterly wind, with its chilling dampness and increasing violence,
gave unerring notice of the approach of a storm,
which, as usual, might be expected to continue for several days.
And the experienced eye of the traveller was turned in vain,
through the darkness of the evening, in quest of some convenient shelter,
in which for the term of his confinement by the rain,
that already began to mix with the atmosphere in a thick mist,
he might obtain such accommodations as his purposes required.
nothing whatever offered but the small and inconvenient tenements of the lower order of the inhabitants,
with whom, in that immediate neighborhood, he did not think it either safe or politic to trust himself.
The county of Westchester, after the British had obtained possession of the island of New York,
begin footnote.
The city of New York is situated on an island called Manhattan,
but it is at one point separated from the county of Westchester by a creek of only a few feet in width.
The bridge at this point is called King's Bridge.
It was the scene of many skirmishes during the war and is alluded to in this tale.
Every Manhattanese knows the difference between Manhattan Island and the island of Manhattan.
The first is applied to a small district in the vicinity of Corlear's Hook,
while the last embraces the whole island or the city and county of new york as it is termed in the laws end footnote became common ground in which both parties continued to act for the remainder of the war of the revolution
a large proportion of its inhabitants either restrained by their attachments or influenced by their fears affected a neutrality they did not feel the lower
towns were, of course, more particularly under the dominion of the crown, while the upper, finding
a security from the vicinity of the continental troops, were bold in asserting their revolutionary
opinions, and their right to govern themselves. Great numbers, however, wore masks, which even to this
day have not been thrown aside, and many an individual has gone down to the tomb, stigmatized as a foe to the
rights of his countrymen, while in secret, he has been the useful agent of the leaders of the
revolution. And, on the other hand, could the hidden repositories of diverse flaming patriots
have been opened to the light of day, royal protections would have been discovered concealed under piles
of British gold. At the sound of the tread of the noble horse, ridden by the traveller,
the mistress of the farmhouse he was passing at the time might be seen cautiously opening the door of the building to examine the stranger.
And, perhaps, with an averted face communicating the result of her observations to her husband, who in the rear of the building was prepared to seek, if necessary, his ordinary place of concealment in the adjacent woods.
The valley was situated about midway in the length of the county, and was sufficiently
near to both armies to make the restitution of stolen goods no uncommon occurrence in that
vicinity.
It is true, the same articles were not always regained, but a summary substitute was generally
resorted to, in the absence of legal justice, which restored to the loser the amount
of his loss, and frequently with no inconsiderable addition for the ten,
temporary use of his property. In short, the law was momentarily extinct in that particular district,
and justice was administered subject to the bias of personal interests and the passions of the strongest.
The passage of a stranger, with an appearance of somewhat doubtful character, and mounted on an animal
which, although unfurnished with any of the ordinary trappings of war, partook largely of the bold and upright carriage,
that distinguished his rider, gave rise to many surmises among the gazing inmates of the
different habitations, and in some instances, where conscience was more than ordinarily awake,
to no little alarm. Tired with the exercise of a day of unusual fatigue, and anxious to obtain a
speedy shelter from the increasing violence of the storm, that now began to change its character to
large drops of driving rain, the traveller determined as a matter of necessity to make an application
for admission to the next a dwelling that offered. An opportunity was not long wanting, and riding
through a pair of neglected bars, he knocked loudly at the outer door of a building of a very humble
exterior, without quitting his saddle. A female of middle age, with an outward bearing but little more
prepossessing than that of her dwelling, appeared to answer the summons. The startled woman half-closed
her door again in affright, as she saw by the glare of a large wood-fire a mounted man so unexpectedly
near its threshold, and an expression of terror mingled with her natural curiosity as she required
his pleasure. Although the door was too nearly closed to admit of a minute scrutiny of the
accommodations within, enough had been seen to cause the horsemen to endeavor once more to penetrate
the gloom, with longing eyes, in search of a more promising roof. Before, with an ill-concealed
reluctance, he stated his necessities and wishes. His request was listened to with evident
unwillingness, and while yet unfinished, it was eagerly interrupted by the reply.
I can't say I like to give lodgings to a stranger in these ticklish times.
said the female, in a pert, sharp key. I'm nothing but a forlorn, lone body. Or what's the same thing?
There's nobody but the old gentleman at home. But a half-mile farther up the road is a house where you can get entertainment, and that for nothing.
I am sure to all be much convenienter to them, and more agreeable to me, because, as I said before, Harvey is away.
I wish he'd take advice and leave off wandering. He's well to do in the world by this time, and he ought to leave off his uncertain courses.
and settle himself handsomely in life like other men of his years and property.
But Harvey Birch will have his own way and die vagabond after all.
The horseman did not wait to hear more than the advice to pursue his course up the road,
but he had slowly turned his horse towards the bars
and was gathering the folds of an ample cloak around his manly form,
preparatory to facing the storm again,
when something in the speech of the female suddenly arrested the movement.
"'Is this, then, the dwelling of Harvey Birch?' he inquired, in an involuntary manner,
apparently checking himself as he was about to utter more.
"'Why, one can hardly say it as his dwelling,' replied the other, drawing a hurried breath,
like one eager to answer. He is never in it or so seldom that I hardly remember his face
when he does think it worth his while to show it to his poor old father and me.
But it matters little to me, I'm sure, if he ever comes back again or not.
turn in the first gate on your left.
No, I care but little for my part,
whether Harvey ever shows his face again or not, not I.
And she closed the door abruptly on the horseman,
who gladly extended his ride a half mile farther
to obtain lodgings which promised both more comfort and greater security.
Sufficient light yet remained to enable the traveler to distinguish the improvements.
Begin footnote.
Improvements is used by the Americans to express
every degree of change in converting land from its state of wilderness to that of cultivation.
In this meaning of the word, it is an improvement to fell the trees, and it is valued precisely by
the supposed amount of the cost.
End footnote.
Which had been made in the cultivation, and in the general appearance of the grounds around
the building to which he was now approaching.
The house was of stone, long, low, and with a small,
wing at each extremity. A piazza extending along the front, with neatly turned pillars of wood,
together with the good order and preservation of the fences and outbuildings, gave the place an air
altogether superior to the common farmhouses of the country. After leading his horse behind an angle of the
wall, where it was in some degree protected from the wind and rain, the traveler threw his valise
over his arm, and knocked loudly at the entrance of the building for admission.
An aged black soon appeared, and without seeming to think it necessary, under the circumstances,
to consult his superiors, first taking one prying look at the applicant, by the light of the
candle in his hand, he acceded to the request for accommodations. The traveller was shown
into an extremely neat parlor, where a fire had been lighted to cheer the dullness of an easterly
storm and an October evening. After giving the valise into the keeping of his civil attendant,
and politely repeating his request to the old gentleman who arose to receive him,
and paying his compliments to the three ladies who were seated at work with their needles,
the stranger commenced laying aside some of the outer garments which he had worn in his ride.
On taking an extra handkerchief from his neck and removing a cloak of blue cloth with a sur-two of
the same material, he exhibited to the scrutiny of the observant family party, a tall and extremely
graceful person, of apparently fifty years of age. His countenance evinced a settled composure and
dignity. His nose was straight and approaching to Grecian. His eye of a gray color was quiet,
thoughtful, and rather melancholy, the mouth and lower part of his face being expressive of
decision and much character. His dress, being suited to the road,
was simple and plain, but such as was worn by the higher class of his countrymen. He wore his own
hair, dressed in a manner that gave a military air to his appearance, and which was rather heightened by
his erect and conspicuously graceful carriage. His whole appearance was so impressive and so
decidedly that of a gentleman, that as he finished laying aside the garments, the ladies arose
from their seats, and together with a master of the house they received anew, and returned the
complimentary greetings which were again offered. The host was by several years the senior
of the traveller, and by his manner dress and everything around him, showed he had seen much of life
and the best society. The ladies were, a maiden of forty, and too much younger, who did not seem
indeed to have reached half those years. The bloom of the elder of these ladies had vanished.
but her eyes and fine hair gave an extremely agreeable expression to her countenance and there was a softness and an affability in her deportment that added a charm many more juvenile faces do not possess
the sisters for such the resemblance between the younger females denoted them to be were in all the pride of youth and the roses so eminently the property of the westchester fair glowed on their cheeks and lighted their deep
blue eyes with that lustre which gives so much pleasure to the beholder and which indicates so much
internal innocence and peace. There was much of that feminine delicacy in the appearance of the three,
which distinguishes the sex in this country, and like the gentleman, their demeanor prove
them to be women of the higher order of life. After handing a glass of excellent Madeira to his guest,
Mr. Wharton, for so was the owner of this retired estate called, resumed his seat
by the fire, with another in his own hand. For a moment he paused, as if debating with his
politeness, but at length threw an inquiring glance on the stranger, as he inquired,
To whose health am I to have the honour of drinking? The traveller had also seated himself,
and he sat unconsciously gazing on the fire, while Mr. Warden spoke. Turning his eyes slowly
on his host with a look of close observation, he replied with a faint tinge gathered
on his features. Mr. Harper. Mr. Harper, resumed the other, with the formal precision of that day,
I have the honor to drink your health, and to hope you will sustain no injury from the rain to which you
have been exposed. Mr. Harper bowed in silence to the compliment, and he soon resumed the meditations
from which he had been interrupted, and for which the long ride he had that day made in the wind might
seem a very natural apology. The young ladies had again taken their seats beside the workstand,
while their aunt, Miss Jeanette Payton, withdrew to superintend the preparations necessary to appease
the hunger of their unexpected visitor. A short silence prevailed, during which Mr. Harper was
apparently enjoying the change in his situation. When Mr. Wharton again broke it, by inquiring whether
smoke was disagreeable to his companion, to which, receiving an answer in the negative, he immediately
resumed the pipe which had been laid aside at the entrance of the traveller. There was an evident
desire on the part of the host to enter into conversation, but either from an apprehension of
treading on dangerous ground or an unwillingness to intrude upon the rather studied taciturnity
of his guest, he several times hesitated, before he could venture to make any further remark.
at length a movement from mr harper as he raised his eyes to the party in the room encouraged him to proceed i find it very difficult said mr warden cautiously avoiding at first such subjects as he wished to introduce
to procure that quality of tobacco for my evening's amusement to which i have been accustomed i should think the shops in new york might furnish the best in the country calmly rejoined the other
why yes returned the host in a rather hesitating manner lifting his eyes to the face of harper and lowering them quickly under his steady look
there must be plenty in town but the war has made communication with the city however innocent too dangerous to be risked for so trifling an article as tobacco
the box from which mr warden had just taken a supply for his pipe was lying open within a few inches of the elbow of harper who took a small quantity from its contents and applied it to his tongue in a manner perfectly natural but one that filled his companion with alarm
without however observing that the quality was of the most approved kind the traveller relieved his host by relapsing again into his meditations mr wharton now felt unwilling to lose the advantage he had gained and making an effort of more than usual vigour he continued
i wish from the bottom of my heart this unnatural struggle was over that we might again meet our friends and relatives in peace and love it is much to be desired said harper emphatically again raising his eyes to the countenance of his host
i hear of no movement of consequence since the arrival of our new allies said mr warden shaking the ashes from his pipe and turning his back to the other
under the pretense of receiving a call from his youngest daughter.
None have yet reached the public, I believe.
Is it thought any important steps are about to be taken?
Continued Mr. Wharton, still occupied with his daughter,
yet suspending his employment in expectation of a reply.
Is it intimated any are in agitation?
Oh, nothing in particular, but it is natural to expect some new
enterprise from so powerful a force as that unto Rochambeau.
Harper made an assenting inclination with his head, but no other reply to this remark,
while Mr. Wharton, after lighting his pipe, resumed the subject.
They appear more active in the south. Gates and Cornwallis seem willing to bring the war to
an issue there. The brow of Harper contracted, and a deeper shade of melancholy crossed his
features. His eye kindled with a transient beam of fire that spoke a latent source of deep feeling.
The admiring gaze of the younger of the sisters had barely time to read its expression before it passed
away, leaving in its room the acquired composure which marked the countenance of the stranger,
and that impressive dignity which so conspicuously denotes the empire of reason.
The elder sister made one or two movements in her chair before she ventured to,
to say in a tone which partook in no small measure of triumph.
General Gates has been less fortunate with the Earl than with General Burgoyne.
"'But General Gates is an Englishman, Sarah,' cried the younger lady, with quickness.
Then, coloring to the eyes at her own boldness, she employed herself in tumbling over the contents
of her work-basket, silently hoping the remark would be unnoticed.
The traveller had turned his face from one sister to the other,
as they had spoken in succession, and an almost imperceptible movement of the muscles of his mouth
betrayed a new emotion, as he playfully inquired of the younger. May I venture to ask what inference
you would draw from that fact? Francis blushed yet deeper at this direct appeal to her opinions
upon a subject on which she had incautiously spoken in the presence of a stranger.
What finding an answer necessary after some little hesitation, and with a good deal of stammer,
in her manner, she replied.
Only, only, sir,
my sister and myself sometimes differ in our opinions of the prowess of the British.
A smile of much meaning played on a face of infantile innocency as she concluded.
On what particular points of their prowess do you differ?
continued Harper, meeting her look of animation with a smile of almost paternal softness.
Sarah thinks the British are never beaten, while I do not put so much faith in their invincibility.
The traveller listened to her with that pleased indulgence, with which virtuous age loves to
contemplate the ardour of youthful innocence. But making no reply, he turned to the fire,
and continued for some time gazing on its embers in silence.
Mr. Wharton had in vain endeavoured to pierce the disguise of his guest's political feelings,
but while there was nothing forbidding in his countenance, there was nothing communicative.
On the contrary, it was strikingly reserved, and the master of the house arose,
in profound ignorance of what, in those days, was the most material point in the character of his guest,
to lead the way into another room and to the supper-table.
Mr. Harper offered his hand to Sarah Warden, and they entered the room together,
while Francis followed, greatly at a loss to know whether she had not wounded the feelings of her father's inmate.
The storm began to rage with great violence without, and the dashing rain on the sides of the building
awakened that silent sense of enjoyment, which is excited by such sounds, in a room of quiet comfort and warmth,
when a loud summons at the outer door again called the faithful black to the portal.
In a minute the servant returned, and informed his master that another traveller, overtaken by the storm, desired to be admitted to the house for a shelter through the night.
At the first sounds of the impatient summons of this new applicant, Mr. Wharton had risen from his seat in evident uneasiness, and with eyes glancing with quickness from his guest to the door of the room, he seemed to be expecting something to proceed from this second interruption,
connected with the stranger who had occasioned the first he scarcely had time to bid the black with a faint voice to show this second-comer in before the door was thrown hastily open and the stranger himself entered the apartment
he paused a moment as the person of harper met his view and then in a more formal manner repeated the request he had before made through the servant
Mr. Wharton and his family disliked the appearance of this new visitor excessively,
but the inclemency of the weather and the uncertainty of the consequences,
if he were refused the desired lodgings, compelled the old gentleman to give a reluctant acquiescence.
Some of the dishes were replaced by the orders of Miss Peyton,
and the weather-beaten intruder was invited to partake of the remains of the repast,
from which the party had just risen.
throwing aside a rough greatcoat, he very composedly took the offered chair, and unceremoniously
proceeded to allay the cravings of an appetite which appeared by no means delicate.
But at every mouthful he would turn an unquiet eye on Harper, who studied his appearance
with a closeness of investigation that was very embarrassing to its subject.
At length, pouring out a glass of wine, the newcomer nodded significantly to his examiner,
previously to swallowing the liquor, and said with something of bitterness in his manner,
I drink to our better acquaintance, sir. I believe this is the first time we have met,
though your attention would seem to say otherwise. The quality of the wine seemed greatly to his
fancy, for on replacing the glass upon the table he gave his lips a smack that resounded
through the room, and taking up the bottle, he held it between himself and the light for a moment,
in silent contemplation of its clear and brilliant colour.
I think we have never met before, sir, replied Harper with a slight smile in his features,
as he observed the movements of the other.
But appearing satisfied with his scrutiny, he turned to Sarah Wharton, who sat next him,
and carelessly remarked,
You doubtless find your present abode solitary after being accustomed to the gaieties of the city.
Oh, excessively so.
said sarah hastily i do wish with my father that this cruel war was at an end that we might return to our friends once more and you miss francis do you long as ardently for peace as your sister
on many accounts i certainly do turned the other venturing to steal a timid glance at her interrogator and meeting the same benevolent expression of feeling as before she continued as her own face lighted into one of its animated and bright smiles of intelligence
but not at the expense of the rights of my countrymen rights repeated her sister impatiently whose rights can be stronger than those of a sovereign and what duty is clearer than to obey those who who who are the rightes than to obey those who who
have a natural right to command?
None, certainly, said Francis, laughing with great pleasantry, and taking the hand of her sister,
affectionately within both of her own, she added with a smile directed towards Harper.
I gave you to understand that my sister and myself differed in our political opinions,
but we have an impartial umpire in my father, who loves his own countrymen, and he loves the British.
So he takes sides with neither.
Yes, said Mr. Wharton in a little alarm.
eyeing first one guest and then the other.
I have near friends in both armies,
and I dread a victory by either
as a source of certain private misfortune.
I take it you have little reason to apprehend much from the Yankees in that way,
interrupted the guest at the table,
coolly helping himself to another glass from the bottle he had admired.
His majesty may have more experienced troops than the Continentals,
answered the host fearfully,
but the Americans have met with distinguished success.
Harper disregarded the observations of both,
and rising he desired to be shown to his place of rest.
A small boy was directed to guide him to his room,
and wishing a courteous good-night to the whole party, the traveller withdrew.
The knife and fork fell from the hands of the unwelcome intruder
as the door closed on the retiring figure of Harper.
He arose slowly from his seat, listening attentively.
He approached the door of the room, opened it, seemed to attend to the retreating footsteps of the other,
and, amidst the panic and astonishment of his companions, he closed it again.
In an instant, the red wig which concealed his black locks, the large patch which hid half his face from observation,
the stoop that had made him appear fifty years of age, disappeared.
"'My father, my dear father!' cried the handsome young man.
"'And you, my dearest sisters and aunt, have I at last met you again?'
"' Heaven bless you, my Henry, my son!' exclaimed the astonished but delighted parent,
while his sisters sank on his shoulders, dissolved in tears.
The faithful old black, who had been reared from infancy in the house of his master,
and who, as if in mockery of his degraded state, had been complimented with the name of Caesar,
was the only other witness of this unexpected discovery of the son of Mr. Wharton.
After receiving the extended hand of his young master, and imprinting on it a fervent kiss, Caesar withdrew.
The boy did not re-enter the room, and the black himself, after some time, returned, just as the
the young British captain was exclaiming,
"'But who is this, Mr. Harper? Is he likely to betray me?'
"'No, no, no, Masa, Harry,' cried the negro, shaking his grey head confidently.
"'I've been to see. Masa Harper on he knee. Pray to God. No German who pray to God,
tell of good son come to see old father. Skinner do that. No Christian.'
This poor opinion of the Skinners was not confined to Mr. Caesar Thompson, as he called himself,
but Caesar Wharton, as he was styled by the little world to which he was known.
The convenience and perhaps the necessities of the leaders of the American arms
in the neighborhood of New York had induced them to employ certain subordinate agents
of extremely irregular habits in executing their lesser plans of annoying the enemy.
It was not a moment for fastidious inquiries,
into abuses of any description, and oppression and injustice were the natural consequences of the
possession of a military power that was uncurbed by the restraints of civil authority.
In time, a distinct order of the community was formed, whose sole occupation appears to have
been that of relieving their fellow citizens from any little excess of temporal prosperity
they might be thought to enjoy, under the pretense of patriotism, and the love of liberty.
Occasionally, the aid of military authority was not wanting in enforcing these arbitrary distributions
of worldly goods, and a petty holder of a commission in the state militia was to be seen giving
the sanction of something like legality to acts of the most unlicensed robbery, and not infrequently,
of bloodshed.
On the part of the British, the stimulus of loyalty was by no means suffered to sleep, where
so fruitful a field offered on which it might be expended. But their freebooters were enrolled,
and their efforts more systematized. Long experience had taught their leaders the efficacy of concentrated
force, and unless tradition does great injustice to their exploits, the result did no little
credit to their foresight. The core, we presume, from their known affection to that useful animal,
had received the quaint appellation of cowboys.
Caesar was, however, far too loyal to associate men who held the commission of George III,
with the irregular warriors, whose excesses he had so often witnessed,
and from whose rapacity neither his poverty nor his bondage had suffered even him to escape uninjured.
The cowboys, therefore, did not receive their proper portion of the black censor,
when he said, no Christian, nothing but a skinner, could betray a pious child, while honoring
his father with a visit so full of peril.
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org the spy by james fenimore cooper chapter two and many a halcyon day he lived to see unbroken but by one misfortune dire when fate had reft his mutual heart
but she was gone and gertrude climbed a widowed father's knee gertrude of wyoming the father of mr wharton was a native of england and of a family whose part
parliamentary interest had enabled them to provide for a younger son in the colony of New York.
The young man, like hundreds of others in this situation, had settled permanently in the country.
He married, and the sole issue of his connection had been sent early in life to receive the
benefits of the English schools. After taking his degrees at one of the universities of the
mother country, the youth had been suffered to acquire a knowledge of life with the advantages of
European society. But the death of his father recalled him, after passing two years in this
manner, to the possession of an honorable name and a very ample estate. It was much the fashion of that
day to place the youth of certain families in the Army and Navy of England, as the regular stepping-stones
to preferment. Most of the higher offices in the colonies were filled by men who had made arms their profession,
and it was even no uncommon sight to see a veteran warrior laying aside the sword to assume the ermine on the benches of the highest judicial authority in conformity with this system the senior mr wharton had intended his son for a soldier
but a natural imbecility of character in his child interfered with his wishes a twelvemonth had been spent by the young man in weighing the comparative advantages of the different classes of troops when the death of his father occurred
the ease of his situation and the attentions lavished upon a youth in the actual enjoyment of one of the largest estates in the colonies interfered greatly with his ambitious projects
love decided the matter and mr wharton in becoming a husband ceased to think of becoming a soldier for many years he continued happy in his family and sufficiently respected by his countrymen as a man of integrity and consequence when all his enjoyment
vanished, as it were, at a blow.
His only son, the youth introduced in the preceding chapter, had entered the army, and had arrived in his
native country, but a short time before the commencement of hostilities, with the reinforcements
the ministry had thought it prudent to throw into the disaffected parts of North America.
His daughters were just growing into life, and their education required all the advantages
the city could afford. His wife had been for some years in declining health, and had barely time
to fold her son to her bosom and rejoice in the reunion of her family, before the revolution
burst forth in a continued blaze from Georgia to Massachusetts. The shock was too much for the
feeble condition of the mother, who saw her child called to the field of combat against the members
of her own family in the south, and she sank under the blow. There was a child. There was a child,
was no part of the continent where the manners of england and its aristocratic notions of blood and alliances prevailed with more force than in a certain circle immediately around the metropolis of new york
the customs of the early dutch inhabitants had indeed blended in some measures with the english manners but still the latter prevailed this attachment to great britain was increased by the frequent intermarriages of the officers of the mother country
with the wealthier and most powerful families of the vicinity,
until at the commencement of hostilities,
their united influence had very nearly thrown the colony
into the scale on the side of the crown.
A few, however, of the leading families,
espoused the cause of the people,
and a sufficient stand was made against the efforts of the ministerial party
to organize, and aided by the army of the Confederation,
to maintain an independent republican form of government.
government. The city of New York and the adjacent territory were alone exempted from the rule of the new
Commonwealth, while the royal authority extended no further than its dignity could be supported by the
presence of an army. In this condition of things, the loyalists of influence adopted such measures
as best accorded with their different characters and situations. Many bore arms in support of the crown,
by their bravery and exertions,
endeavored to secure what they deemed to be the rights of their prince,
and their own estates from the effects of the law of attainder.
Others left the country,
seeking in that place they emphatically called home,
an asylum, as they fondly hoped,
for a season only, against the confusion and dangers of war.
A third and a more wary portion remained in the place of their nativity,
with a prudent regard to their ample,
possessions, and perhaps influenced by their attachments to the scenes of their youth.
Mr. Wharton was of this description.
After making a provision against future contingencies by secretly transmitting the whole of his
money to the British funds, this gentleman determined to continue in the theatre of strife,
and to maintain so strict a neutrality as to ensure the safety of his large estate,
whichever party succeeded. He was apparently engrossed,
in the education of his daughters, when a relation, high in office in the new state,
intimated that a residence in what was now a British camp differed but little, in the eyes of his
countrymen, from a residence in the British capital. Mr. Wharton soon saw this was an unpardonable
offence in the existing state of things, and he instantly determined to remove the difficulty by
retiring to the country. He possessed a residence in the county of Westchester, and having been, for
many years in the habit of withdrawing thither during the heats of the summer months,
it was kept furnished and ready for his accommodation.
His eldest daughter was already admitted into the society of women, but Francis, the younger,
required a year or two more of the usual cultivation, to appear with proper eclat.
At least so thought Miss Jeanette Payton, and as this lady, a younger sister of their deceased
mother, had left her paternal home in the colony of Virginia with the devotedness and affection
peculiar to her sex, to superintend the welfare of her orphan nieces, Mr. Wharton felt that her
opinions were entitled to respect. In conformity to her advice, therefore, the feelings of the
parent were made to yield to the welfare of his children. Mr. Wharton withdrew to the locusts,
with a heart rent with the pain of separating from all that was left him of a wife he had adored but in obedience to a constitutional prudence that pleaded loudly in behalf of his worldly goods
his handsome town residence was inhabited in the meanwhile by his daughters and their aunt the regiment to which captain wharton belonged formed part of the permanent garrison of the city
and the knowledge of the presence of his son was no little relief to the father in his unceasing meditations on his absent daughters but captain wharton was a young man and a soldier
his estimate of character was not always the wisest and his propensities led him to imagine that a red coat never concealed a dishonourable heart the house of mr wharton became a fashionable lounge to the officers of the royal army
as did that of every other family that was thought worthy of their notice the consequences of this association were to some few of the visited fortunate
to more injurious by exciting expectations which were never to be realized and unhappily to no small number ruinous
the known wealth of the father and possibly the presence of a high-spirited brother forbade any apprehension of the latter danger to the young ladies but it was impossible that all the admiration bestowed on the fine figure and lovely face of sarah wharton should be thrown away
her person was formed with the early maturity of the climate and a strict cultivation of the graces had made her decidedly the bell of the city
no one promised to dispute with her this female sovereignty unless it might be her younger sister francis however wanted some months to the charmed age of sixteen and the idea of competition was far from the minds of either of the affectionate girls
indeed next to the conversation of colonel wellmere the greatest pleasure of sarah was in contemplating the budding beauties of this little hebe who played around her with all the innocency of youth with all the enthusiasm of her ardent temper and with no little of the archness of her native humour
Whether or not it was owing to the fact that Francis received none of the compliments which fell to the lot of her elder sister, in the often repeated discussions on the merits of the war, between the military bows who frequented the house, it is certain their effects on the sisters were exactly opposite.
It was much the fashion, then, for the British officers to speak slightingly of their enemies, and Sarah took all the idle vaporing of her danglers to be truths.
The first political opinions which reached the ears of Francis were coupled with smears on the conduct of her countrymen.
At first she believed them, but there was occasionally a general who was obliged to do justice to his enemy in order to obtain justice for himself,
and Francis became somewhat sceptical on the subject of the inefficiency of her countrymen.
Colonel Wellmere was among those who delighted most in expending his wit on the unfortunate event.
Americans, and in time Francis began to listen to his eloquence with great suspicion,
and sometimes with resentment.
It was on a hot, sultry day that the three were in the parlour of Mr. Wharton's house.
The colonel and Sarah seated on a sofa, engaged in a combat of the eyes,
aided by the usual flow of small talk, and Francis was occupied at her tambouring frame
in an opposite corner of the room, when the gentleman suddenly exclaimed,
how gay the arrival of the army under general bergoin will make the city miss wharton oh how pleasant it must be said the thoughtless sarah in reply i am told there are many charming women with that army as you say it will make us all life and gaiety
francis shook back the abundance of her golden hair and raised her eyes dancing with the ardor of national feeling then laughing with a concealed humour she asked
is it so certain that general bergoyne will be permitted to reach the city permitted echoed the colonel who is there to prevent it my pretty miss fanny francis was precisely at that age when young people are most jealous of their station in society
neither quite a woman nor yet a child the pretty miss fanny was too familiar to be relished and she dropped her eyes on her work again with cheeks that glowed like crimson
general stark took the germans into custody she answered compressing her lip may not general gates think the british too dangerous to go at large oh they were germans as you say cried the colonel excessively vexively very dangerous to go at large
oh they were germans as you say cried the colonel excessively vexed at the necessity of explaining at all mere mercenary troops but when the really british regiments come in question you will see a very different result
of that there is no doubt cried sarah without in the least partaking of the resentment of the colonel to her sister but hailing already in her heart the triumph of the british
pray colonel wellmere said francis recovering her good humour and raising her joyous eyes once more to the face of the gentleman was the lord percy of lexington a kinsman of him who fought at chevy chase
why miss fanny you are becoming a rebel said the colonel endeavouring to laugh away the anger he felt what you are pleased to insinuate was a chase at lexington was nothing more than a judicious retreat
a kind of running fight, interrupted the good-humored girl, laying a great emphasis on the first word.
Positively, young lady! Colonel Wellmere was interrupted by a laugh from a person who had hitherto been unnoticed.
There was a small family apartment adjoining the room occupied by the trio, and the air had blown open the door communicating between the two.
A fine young man was now seen sitting near the entrance, who, by his smiling countenance,
was evidently a pleased listener to the conversation. He rose instantly, and coming through
the door, with his hat in his hand, appeared a tall, graceful youth of dark complexion and sparkling
eyes of black, from which the mirth had not entirely vanished as he made his bow to the ladies.
"'Mr. Dunwoody!' cried Sarah, in surprise.
I was ignorant of your being in the house. You will find a cooler seat in this room.'
"'I thank you,' replied the young man.
"'But I must go and seek your brother, who placed me there in Ambuscade, as he called it,
with a promise of returning an hour ago. Without making any further explanation,
the youth bowed politely to the young women, distantly and with Autur to the gentleman,
and withdrew. Francis followed him into the hall,
and, blushing richly, inquired in a hurried voice.
"'But why—why do you leave us, Mr. Dunwoody?
Henry must soon return.'
The gentleman caught one of her hands in his own,
and the stern expression of his countenance
gave place to a look of admiration as he replied,
"'You managed him famously, my dear little kinswoman.
"'Never, no, never forget the land of your birth.
remember if you are the grand daughter of an englishman you are also the grand daughter of a peyton oh returned the laughing girl it would be difficult to forget that with the constant lectures on genealogy before us with which we are favoured by aunt jeanette but why do you go
i am on the wing for virginia and have much to do he pressed her hand as he spoke and looking back while in the act of closing the door exclaimed
be true to your country be american the ardent girl kissed her hand to him as he retired and then instantly applying it with its beautiful fellow to her burning cheeks ran into her own apartment to hide her confusion
between the open sarcasm of francis and the ill-concealed disdain of the young man colonel walmer had felt himself placed in an awkward predicament
but ashamed to resent such trifles in the presence of his mistress he satisfied himself with observing superciliously as dunwoody left the room quite a liberty for a youth in his situation a shop-boy with a bundle i fancy
the idea of picturing the graceful peyton dunwoody as a shop-boy could never enter the mind of sarah and she looked around her in surprise when the colonel continued this mr dun dun dun
dun woody oh no he is a relation of my aunt cried the young lady and an intimate friend of my brother they were at school together and only separated in england when one went into the army and the other to a french military academy
his money appears to have been thrown away observed the colonel betraying the spleen he was unsuccessfully striving to conceal we ought to hope so added sarah with a smile
for it is said he intends joining the rebel army he was brought here in a french ship and has just been exchanged you may soon meet him in arms well let him i wish washington plenty of such heroes
and he turned to a more pleasant subject by changing the discourse to themselves a few weeks after this scene occurred the army of bergoine laid down their arms
mr wharton beginning to think the result of the contest doubtful resolved to conciliate his countrymen and gratify himself by calling his daughters into his own abode miss peyton consented to be their companion and from that time until the period at which we commenced our narrative they had formed
one family whenever the main army made any movements captain wharton had of course accompanied it and once or twice under the protection of strong parties acting in the neighbourhood of the locusts he had enjoyed rapid and stolen interviews with his friends
a twelvemonth had however passed without his seeing them and the impatient henry had adopted the disguise we have mentioned and unfortunately arrived on the very evening
that an unknown and rather suspicious guest was an inmate of the house, which seldom contained
any other than its regular inhabitants.
"'But do you think he suspects me?' asked the captain, with anxiety, after pausing to listen
to Caesar's opinion of the skinners.
"'How should he?' cried Sarah, when your sisters and father could not penetrate your disguise.
There is something mysterious in his manner. His looks are too,
"'too prying for an indifferent observer,' continued young Wharton thoughtfully,
"'and his face seems familiar to me.
"'The recent fate of André has created much irritation on both sides.
"'Sir Henry threatens retaliation for his death,
"'and Washington is as firm as if half the world were at his command.
"'The rebels would think me a fit subject for their plans just now
"'should I be so unlucky as to fall into their hands.'
"'But my son,' cried his father, in great alarm,
"'you are not a spy. You are not within the rebel—that is, the American lines. There is nothing here to spy.'
"'That might be disputed,' rejoined the young man, musing.
"'Their pickets were as low as the white plains, when I passed through in disguise.
"'It is true my purposes are innocent, but how is it to appear?'
"'My visit to you would seem a cloak to other design.'
"'Remember, sir, the treatment you received not a year since, for sending me a supply of fruit for the winter.
"'That proceeded from the misrepresentations of my kind neighbours,' said Mr. Wharton,
"'who hoped, by getting my estate confiscated, to purchase good farms at low prices.
"'Payton Dunwoody, however, soon obtained our discharge. We were detained but a month.'
"'We,' repeated the sun, in amazement,
"'Did they take my sisters also? Fanny, you wrote me nothing of this.'
"'I believe,' said Francis, colouring highly.
"'I mentioned the kind treatment we received from your old friend, Major Dunwoody,
"'and that he procured my father's release.
"'True, but were you with him in the rebel camp?'
"'Yes,' said the father, kindly.
"'Fanny would not suffer me to go alone.
"'Ginette and Sarah took charge of the locusts,
"'and this little girl was my companion in captivity.
"'And Fanny returned from such a scene a greater rebel than ever,'
"'cried Sarah indignantly.
"'One would think the hardships her father suffered
"'would have cured her of such whims.
"'What say you to the charge, my pretty sister?' cried the captain gaily.
"'Did Peyton strive to make you hate your king more than he does himself?'
"'Payton Dunwoody hates no.
one, said Francis quickly. Then, blushing at her own ardor, she added immediately,
"'He loves you, Henry, I know, for he has told me so again and again.'
Young Wharton tapped his sister on the cheek with a smile, as he asked her, in an affected whisper.
"'Did he tell you also that he loved my little sister, Fanny?'
"'Nonsense,' said Francis.
"'And the remnants of the supper-table soon did.
disappeared under her superintendence.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 3
T'was when the fields were swept of autumn's store,
and growing winds the fading foliage tore,
behind the loamon hill,
the short-lived light,
descending slowly ushered in the night.
When from the noisy town with mournful look,
his lonely way the meager peddler took.
Wilson. A storm below the highlands of the Hudson, if it be introduced with an easterly wind,
seldom lasts less than two days. Accordingly, as the inmates of the locusts assembled on the
following morning around their early breakfast, the driving rain was seen to strike in nearly
horizontal lines against the windows of the building, and forbade the idea of exposing
either man or beast to the tempest. Harper was the last to appear.
After taking a view of the state of the weather, he apologized to Mr. Horton for the necessity
that existed for his trespassing on his goodness for a longer time.
To appearances, the reply was as courteous as the excuse, yet Harper wore a resignation
in his deportment that was widely different from the uneasy manner of the father.
Henry Horton had resumed his disguise with a reluctance amounting to disgust, but in obedience
to the commands of his parent. No communications passed between him and the stranger,
after the first salutations of the morning had been paid by Harper to him, in common with the rest of the
family. Francis had, indeed, thought there was something like a smile passing over the features of the
traveller, when, on entering the room he first confronted her brother, but it was confined to the
eyes, seeming to want power to affect the muscles of the face, and was soon lost in the
settled and benevolent expression, which reigned in his countenance, with a sway but seldom interrupted.
The eyes of the affectionate sister were turned in anxiety for a moment on her brother,
and, glancing again on their unknown quest, met his look, as he offered her with marked attention,
one of the little civilities of the table, and the heart of the girl which had begun to throb
with violence, regained a pulsation as tempered as youth, health, and buoyant spirits could allow.
While yet seated at the table, Caesar entered, and, laying a small parcel in silence by the side of his master, modestly retired behind his chair, where, placing one hand on its back, he continued, in an attitude half familiar, half respectful, a listener.
"'What is this, Caesar?' inquired Mr. Wharton, turning the bundle over to examine its envelope, and eyeing it rather suspiciously.
"'The backy, sir, Harvey Burr.
"'Berch, he got home, and he bring you a little good backy from York.'
"'Harvey Birch?' rejoined the master with great deliberation,
stealing a look at his guest.
"'I do not remember desiring him to purchase any tobacco for me,
"'but as he has brought it, he must be paid for his trouble.'
"'For an instant only, as the negro spoke,
"'did Harper suspend his silent meal?
"'His eye moved slowly from the servant to the man,
master, and again all remained in impenetrable reserve.
To Sarah Wharton, this intelligence gave unexpected pleasure.
Rising from her seat with impatience, she bade the black show birch into the apartment.
When suddenly recollecting herself, she turned to the traveller with an apologizing look and
added,
If Mr. Harper will excuse the presence of a peddler.
The indulgent benevolence expressed in the countenance of the stranger, as he bowed
a silent acquiescence, spoke more eloquently than the nicest framed period, and the young lady
repeated her order with a confidence in its truth that removed all embarrassment.
In the deep recesses of the windows of the cottage were seats of paneled work, and the rich
damask curtains that had ornamented the parlour in Queen Street.
Begin footnote.
The Americans changed the names of many towns and streets at the Revolution, as has since been
done in France. Thus, in the city of New York, Crown Street has become Liberty Street, King Street, Pine Street,
and Queen Street, then one of the most fashionable quarters of the town, Pearl Street. Pearl Street is now
chiefly occupied by the auction dealers and the wholesale dry goods merchants for warehouses and
counting rooms. End footnote. Had been transferred to the locusts, and the locusts, and
gave to the room that indescribable air of comfort which so gratefully announces the approach of a domestic winter.
Into one of these recesses, Captain Wharton now threw himself, drawing the curtain before him,
in such a manner as to conceal most of his person from observation,
while his younger sister, losing her natural frankness of manner, in an air of artificial constraint,
silently took possession of the other.
Harvey Birch had been a peddler from his youth, at least so he frequently asserted, and his skill in the
occupation went far to prove the truth of the declaration. He was a native of one of the eastern colonies,
and, from something of superior intelligence which belonged to his father, it was thought they had
known better fortune in the land of their nativity. Harvey possessed, however, the common manners
of the country, and was in no way distinguished from men of his class, but by his acuteness,
and the mystery which enveloped his movements.
Ten years before they had arrived together in the Vale, and purchasing the humble dwelling
at which Harper had made his unsuccessful application, continued ever since peaceful inhabitants,
but little noticed, and but little known.
Until age and infirmities had prevented, the father devoted himself to the cultivation of the
small spot of ground belonging to his purchase, while the son pursued with avidity his humble
barter. Their orderly quietude had soon given them so much consideration in the
neighborhood as to induce a maiden of five and thirty, to forget the punctilio of her sex,
and to accept the office of presiding over their domestic comforts. The roses had long before
vanished from the cheeks of Katie Haynes, and she had seen in succession, both her male and
female acquaintances forming the union so desirable to her sex, with but little or no hope left for
herself, when, with views of her own, she entered the family of the birches.
Necessity is a hard master, and, for the want of a better companion, the father and son were
induced to accept her services. But still, Katie was not wanting in some qualities which made
her a very tolerable housekeeper. On the one hand, she was neat, industrious,
honest, and a good manager. On the other, she was talkative, selfish, superstitious, and inquisitive.
By dint of using the latter quality with consummate industry, she had not lived in the family
five years when she triumphantly declared that she had heard, or rather overheard,
sufficient to enable her to say what had been the former fate of her associates.
could Katie have possessed enough of divination to pronounce upon their future lot, her task would have
been accomplished? From the private conversations of the parent and child, she learned that a fire
had reduced them from competence to poverty, and at the same time diminished the number of their
family to two. There was a tremulousness in the voice of the father, as he touched lightly on the
event, which affected even the heart of Katie, but no barrier is sufficient to repel vulgar curiosity.
She persevered, until a very direct intimation from Harvey, by threatening to supply her place with a
female a few years younger than herself, gave her awful warning that there were bounds beyond which
she was not to pass. From that period the curiosity of the housekeeper had been held in such
salutary restraint that, although no opportunity of listening was ever neglected, she had been able
to add but little to her stock of knowledge. There was, however, one piece of intelligence,
and that of no little interest to herself, which she had succeeded in obtaining, and from the
moment of its acquisition she directed her energies to the accomplishment of one object,
aided by the double stimulus of love and avarice.
was in the frequent habit of paying mysterious visits in the depth of the night to the fireplace
of the apartment that served for both kitchen and parlor. Here he was observed by Katie,
and availing herself of his absence and the occupations of the father, by removing one of the hearth
stones she discovered an iron pot, glittering, with a metal that seldom fails to soften the
hardest heart. Katie succeeded in replacing the stone without discovery, and never dared
to trust herself with another visit.
From that moment, however, the heart of the Virgin lost its obduracy,
and nothing interposed between Harvey and his happiness,
but his own want of observation.
The war did not interfere with the traffic of the peddler,
who seized on the golden opportunity which the interruption of the regular trade afforded,
and appeared absorbed in the one grand object of amassing money.
For a year or two his employment,
was uninterrupted, and his success proportionate, but, at length, dark and threatening hints
began to throw suspicion around his movements, and the civil authority thought it incumbent on them
to examine narrowly into his mode of life.
His imprisonments, though frequent, were not long, and his escapes from the guardians of the
law easy, compared to what he endured from the persecution of the military.
Still, Birch survived, and still he continued his trade, though compelled to be very guarded in his
movements, especially whenever he approached the northern boundaries of the county, or in other words,
the neighborhood of the American lines. His visits to the locusts had become less frequent,
and his appearance at his own abode so seldom as to draw forth from the disappointed Katie,
in the fullness of her heart, the complaint we have related in her remnant.
reply to Harper. Nothing, however, seemed to interfere with the pursuits of this indefatigable trader,
who, with a view to dispose of certain articles for which he could only find purchasers in the very
wealthiest families of the county, had now braved the fury of the tempest, and ventured to cross
the half-mile between his own residence and the house of Mr. Wharton. In a few minutes after
receiving the commands of his young mistress, Caesar reappeared, ushering into the apartment the subject
of the foregoing digression.
In person the peddler was a man above the middle height,
spare, but full of bone and muscle.
At first sight his strength seemed unequal
to manage the unwieldy burden of his pack,
yet he threw it on and off with great dexterity,
and with as much apparent ease as if it had been filled with feathers.
His eyes were grey, sunken, restless,
and for the flitting moments that they dwelt on the countenance of those with whom he conversed,
they seemed to read the very soul.
They possessed, however, two distinct expressions which, in a great measure, characterized the whole man.
When engaged in traffic, the intelligence of his face appeared lively, active, and flexible,
though uncommonly acute.
If the conversation turned on the ordinary transactions of life, his air,
became abstracted and restless. But if by chance the revolution and the country were the topic,
his whole system seemed altered. All his faculties were concentrated. He would listen for a great
length of time without speaking, and then would break silence by some light and jocular remark
that was too much at variance with his former manner, not to be affectation. But of the war and
of his father he seldom spoke, and always from some very obvious necessity.
To a superficial observer, avarice would seem his ruling passion, and all things considered,
he was as unfit a subject for the plans of Katie Haynes as can be readily imagined.
On entering the room, the peddler relieved himself from his burden, which, as it stood on the
floor, reached nearly to his shoulders, and saluted the family with modest civility.
to harper he made a silent bow without lifting his eyes from the carpet but the curtain prevented any notice of the presence of captain wharton sarah gave but little time for the usual salutations before she commenced her survey of the contents of the pack
and for several minutes the two were engaged in bringing to light the various articles it contained the tables chairs and floor were soon covered with silks crapes gloves muslins and all the stock of an itinerant trader
caesar was employed to hold open the mouth of the pack as its hordes were discharged and occasionally he aided his young lady by directing her admiration to some article of finery which from its deeper contrasted
in colors he thought more worthy of her notice. At length, Sarah, having selected several articles,
and satisfactorily arranged the prices, observed in a cheerful voice.
"'But Harvey, you have told us no news. Has Lord Cornwallis beaten the rebels again?'
The question could not have been heard, for the peddler, burying his body in the pack,
brought forth a quantity of lace of exquisite fineness, and, holding it up to view, he
required the admiration of the young lady. Miss Peyton dropped the cup she was engaged in washing from
her hand, and Francis exhibited the whole of that lovely face, which had hitherto only suffered one of its
joyous eyes to be seen, beaming with a colour that shamed the damask which enviously concealed her
figure. The aunt quitted her employment, and Birch soon disposed of a large portion of his valuable article.
The praises of the ladies had drawn the whole person,
of the younger sister into view, and Francis was slowly rising from the window, as Sarah repeated
her question, with an exultation in her voice, that proceeded more from pleasure in her purchase
than her political feelings. The younger sister resumed her seat, apparently examining the state
of the clouds, while the peddler, finding a reply was expected, answered,
"'There is some talk below about tarlatan having defeated General Sumter on the Tiger River.
Captain Horton now involuntarily thrust his head between the opening of the curtains into the room,
and Francis, turning her ear in breathless silence, noticed the quiet eyes of Harper,
looking at the peddler, over the book he was affecting to read,
with an expression that denoted him to be a listener of no ordinary interest.
"'Indeed!' cried the exulting Sarah.
"'Sumter! Sumter! Who is he? I'll not buy even a pin, until you tell me
all the news, she continued, laughing and throwing down a muslin she had been examining.
For a moment the peddler hesitated. His eye glanced towards Harper, who was yet gazing at him with
settled meaning, and the whole manner of birch was altered.
Approaching the fire he took from his mouth a large allowance of the Virginian weed,
and depositing it, with the superabundance of its juices, without mercy to Miss Peyton's shining
and irons, he returned to his goods.
"'He lives somewhere among the niggers to the south,' answered the pedlar abruptly.
"'No more nigger than be yourself, Mr. Birch,' interrupted Caesar tartly,
dropping at the same time the covering of the goods in high displeasure.
"'Hush, Caesar, hush, never mind it now,' said Sarah Wharton soothingly,
impatient to hear further.
"'A black man so good as white, Miss Sally,' continued the offended negro.
"'So long as he behave himself.'
"'And frequently he is much better,' rejoined his mistress.
"'But Harvey, who is this Mr. Sumter?'
"'A slight indication of humour showed itself on the face of the peddler, but it disappeared,
and he continued as if the discourse had met with no interruption from the sensitiveness of the domestic.
"'As I was saying, he lives among the colored people in the South,' Caesar resumed his occupation,
"'and he has lately had a scrimmage with this Colonel Tarleton.'
"'Who defeated him, of course?' cried Sarah with confidence.
"'So say the troops at Morassania.'
"'But what do you say?' Mr. Wharton ventured to inquire,
"'yet speaking in a low tone.
"'I repeat, but what a little tone?'
I hear, said Birch, offering a piece of cloth to the inspection of Sarah, who rejected it in
silence, evidently determined to hear more before she made another purchase.
They say, however, at the plains, the peddler continued, first throwing his eyes again around
the room, and letting them rest for an instant on Harper, that Sumter and one or two more
were all that were hurt, and that the wrigglers were all cut to pieces, for the militia were
fixed snugly in a log-barn.
"'Not very probable,' said Sarah, contemptuously,
"'though I make no doubt the rebels got behind the logs.'
"'I think,' said the peddler coolly,
again offering the silk.
"'It's quite ingenious to get a log between one and a gun,
instead of getting between a gun and a log.'
The eyes of Harper dropped quietly on the pages of the volume in his hand,
while Francis, rising, came forward with a smile in her face, as she inquired, in a tone of affability that the peddler had never witnessed from her.
"'Have you more of the lace, Mr. Birch?'
"'The desired article was immediately produced, and Francis became a purchaser also.
By her order a glass of liquor was offered to the trader, who took it with thanks,
and having paid his compliments to the master of the house and the ladies, drank the beverage.
"'So it is thought that Colonel Tarleton has worsted General Sumter?' said Mr. Wharton,
affecting to be employed in mending the cup that was broken by the eagerness of his sister-in-law.
"'I believe they think so at Morassania,' said Birch dryly.
"'Have you any other news, friend?' asked Captain Wharton, venturing to thrust his face without the curtains.
"'Have you heard that Major Andre has been hanged?'
captain wharton started and for a moment glances of great significance were exchanged between him and the traitor when he observed with affected indifference that must have been some weeks ago
does his execution make much noise asked the father striving to make the broken china unite people will talk you know squire is there any probability of movements below my friend that will make travelling dangerous
asked Harper, looking steadily at the other in expectation of his reply.
"'Some bunches of ribbons fell from the hands of Birch.
His countenance changed instantly, losing its keen expression in intent meaning, as he answered slowly.
"'It is some time since the regular cavalry were out, and I saw some of Delancey's men cleaning their
arms as I passed their quarters. It would be no wonder if they took the scent soon,
the Virginia horse are low in the county.
Are they in much force? asked Mr. Wharton,
suspending all employment in anxiety.
I did not count them.
Francis was the only observer of the change in the manner of Birch,
and on turning to Harper he had resumed his book in silence.
She took some of the ribbons in her hand, laid them down again,
and bending over the goods so that her hair falling in rich,
curls shaded her face. She observed, blushing with a color that suffused her neck.
"'I thought the southern horse had marched towards the Delaware.'
"'It may be so,' said Birch.
"'I passed the troops at a distance.'
Caesar had now selected a piece of calico, in which the gaudy colors of yellow and red
were contrasted on a white ground, and after admiring it for several minutes, he laid it
down with a sigh, as he exclaimed,
"'Berry pretty calico!'
"'That,' said Sarah,
"'yes, that would make a proper gown for your wife, Caesar.'
"'Yes, Miss Sally,' cried the delighted black.
"'It'd make old Dinah Heart leap for joy, so very genteel.'
"'Yes,' added the peddler quaintly.
"'That is only wanting to make Dinah look like a rainbow.'
"'Cesar eyed his young mistress eagerly,
"'until she inquired of Harvey the price of the article.
"'Why, much as I light of chaps,' said the peddler.
"'How much?' demanded Sarah in surprise.
"'According to my luck in finding purchasers,
"'for my friend Dinah, you may have it at four shillings.'
"'It is too much,' said Sarah,
"'turning to some goods for herself.
"'Monstrous price for coarse calico,
Mr. Birch, grumbled Caesar, dropping the opening of the pack again.
"'We will say three, then,' added the peddler,
"'if you like that better.'
"'Be sure he like them better,' said Caesar,
smiling good-humouredly and reopening the pack.
"'Miss Sally like a tree-shilling when she give,
"'and a four-shilling when she take.'
The bargain was immediately concluded,
but in measuring the cloth wanted a little
of the well-known ten yards required by the dimensions of dinah.
By dint of a strong arm, however, it grew to the desired length,
under the experienced eye of the peddler, who conscientiously added a ribbon of corresponding
brilliancy with the calico, and Caesar hastily withdrew, to communicate the joyful intelligence
to his aged partner.
During the movements created by the conclusion of the purchase, Captain Horton had ventured
to draw aside the curtain, so as to admit a view of his person.
And he now inquired of the peddler, who had begun to collect the scattered goods,
at what time he had left the city.
At early twilight, was the answer.
So lately, cried the other in surprise, then, correcting his manner,
by assuming a more guarded air, he continued,
"'Could you pass the pickets at so late an hour?'
"'I did,' was the,
laconic reply.
You must be well known by this time, Harvey, to the officers of the British Army, cried
Sarah, smiling knowingly on the peddler.
"'I know some of them by sight,' said Birch, glancing his eyes round to the apartment,
taking in their course Captain Wharton, and resting for an instant on the countenance of
Harper.
Mr. Wharton had listened intently to each speaker, in succession, and had so far lost the
defectation of indifference, as to be crushing in his hand the pieces of China on which he had
expended so much labour in endeavouring to mend it. When, observing the peddler, tying the last knot
in his pack, he asked abruptly, "'Are we about to be disturbed again with the enemy?'
"'Who do you call the enemy?' said the peddler, raising himself erect, and giving the other a look,
before which the eyes of Mr. Wharton sank in instant confusion. "'All are our enemies,
"'Enemies who disturb our peace,' said Miss Payton,
"'observing that her brother was unable to speak.
"'But are the royal troops out from below?'
"'Tis quite likely they soon may be,' returned Birch,
"'raising his pack from the floor,
"'and preparing to leave the room.'
"'And the Continentals,' continued Miss Payton mildly,
"'are the Continentals in the county?'
"'Harvey was about to utter something in reply
"'when the door opened,
and Caesar made his appearance, attended by his delighted spouse.
The race of blacks of which Caesar was a favorable specimen is becoming very rare.
The old family servant, who, born and reared in the dwelling of his master,
identified himself with the welfare of those whom it was his lot to serve,
is giving place in every direction to that vagrant class which has sprung up within the last thirty years,
and whose members roam through the country unfettered by principals.
and uninfluenced by attachments, for it is one of the curses of slavery that its victims become
incompetent to the attributes of a freeman.
The short curly hair of Caesar had acquired from age a coloring of gray that added greatly to the
venerable cast of his appearance. Long and infatigable applications of the comb had straightened
the close curls of his forehead, until they stood erect in a stiff and formal brush that gave at least two inches
to his stature. The shining black of his youth had lost its glistening hue, and it had been
succeeded by a dingy brown. His eyes, which stood at a most formidable distance from each other,
were small, and characterized by an expression of good feeling, occasionally interrupted by the
petulance of an indulged servant. They, however, now danced with inward delight. His nose possessed,
in an eminent manner all the requisites for smelling, but with the most modest unobtrusiveness,
the nostrils being abundantly capacious, without thrusting themselves in the way of their neighbors.
His mouth was capacious to a fault, and was only tolerated on account of the double row of pearls
it contained. In person Caesar was short, and we should say square, had not all the angles
and curves of his figure bid defiance to anything like mathematical symmetry.
his arms were long and muscular and terminated by two bony hands that exhibited on one side a colouring of blackish-gray and on the other a faded pink
but it was in his legs that nature had indulged her most capricious humour there was an abundance of material injudiciously used the calves were neither before nor behind but rather on the outer side of the limb
inclining forward and so close to the knee as to render the free use of that joint a subject of doubt in the foot considering it as a base on which the body was to rest caesar had no cause of complaint
unless, indeed, it might be that the leg was placed so near the centre, as to make it sometimes
a matter of dispute whether he was not walking backwards.
But whatever might be the faults a statuary could discover in his person, the heart of Caesar
Thompson was in the right place, and, we doubt not, of very just dimensions.
Accompanied by his ancient companion, Caesar now advanced, and paid his tribute of gratitude in
words. Sarah received them with great complacency, and made a few compliments to the taste of the
husband, and the probable appearance of the wife. Francis, with a face beaming with a look of pleasure
that corresponded to the smiling countenances of the blacks, offered the service of her needle,
in fitting the admired calico to its future uses. The offer was humbly and gratefully accepted.
As Caesar followed his wife and the peddler from the apartment, and was in the act of closing the door,
he indulged himself in a grateful soliloquy by saying aloud,
"'Good little lady, Miss Fanny, take care of her father, love to make a gown for old Dinah, too.'
What else his feelings might have induced him to utter as unknown,
but the sound of his voice was heard some time after the distance rendered his words indistinct.
harper had dropped his book and he sat an admiring witness of the scene and francis enjoyed a double satisfaction as she received an approving smile from a face which concealed
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The Spy
By James Fenimore Cooper, Chapter 4.
It is the form, the eye, the word, the bearing of that stranger lord.
his stature manly bold and tall built like a castle's battled wall yet moulded in such just degrees his giant strength seems lightsome ease
weather and war their rougher trace have left on that majestic face but tis his dignity of i there if a suppliant would i fly secure mid danger wrongs and grief of sympathy redress relief that glance if giless
guilty would I dread more than the doom that spoke me dead.
Enough, enough, the princess cried.
Tis Scotland's hope, her joy, her pride.
Walter Scott.
The party sat in silence for many minutes after the peddler had withdrawn.
Mr. Wharton had heard enough to increase his uneasiness,
without, in the least, removing his apprehensions on behalf of his son.
The captain was impatiently wishing Harper,
in any other place than the one he occupied with such apparent composure, while Miss Payton completed
the disposal of her breakfast equipage, with the mild complacency of her nature, aided a little by an inward
satisfaction at possessing so large a portion of the trader's lace. Sarah was busily occupied in
arranging her purchases, and Francis was kindly assisting in the occupation, disregarding her
own neglected bargains. When the stranger suddenly broke the silence by saying,
If any apprehensions of me induce Captain Wharton to maintain his disguise, I wish him to be undeceived.
Had I motives for betraying him, they could not operate under present circumstances.
The younger sister sank into her seat, colourless and astonished.
Miss Peyton dropped the tea-tray she was lifting from the table, and Sarah sat with her purchases
unheeded in her lap, in speechless surprise.
Mr. Wharton was stupefied, but the captain,
hesitating a moment from astonishment, sprang into the middle of the room,
and exclaimed as he tore off the instruments of his disguise,
"'I believe you from my soul, and this tiresome imposition shall continue no longer.
Yet I am at a loss to conceive in what manner you should know me.
You really look so much better in your proper person.'
"'Captain,' said Harper with a slight smile.
"'I would advise you never to conceal it in future.
"'There is enough to betray you,
"'if other sources of detection were wanting.'
"'As he spoke he pointed to a picture suspended over the mantelpiece,
"'which exhibited the British officer in his regimentals.
"'I had flattered myself,' cried young Horton with a laugh,
"'that I looked better on the canvas than in a masquerade.
"'You must be a close observer, sir.'
"'Necessity has made me one,' said Harper, rising from his seat.
Francis met him, as he was about to withdraw, and, taking his hand between both her own,
said with earnestness, her cheeks mantling with their richest vermilion.
"'You cannot! You will not betray my brother!'
For an instant Harper paused in silent admiration of the lovely pleader,
and then, folding her hands on his breast, he replied solemnly,
i cannot and i will not he released her hands and laying his own on her head gently continued if the blessing of a stranger can profit you receive it
he turned and bowing low retired with a delicacy that was duly appreciated by those he quitted to his own apartment the whole party were deeply impressed with the ingenuous and solemn manner of the treasurer of the treasurer of the treasurer of the treasurer of the treasurer of the treasurer
traveler, and all but the father found immediate relief in his declaration.
Some of the cast-off clothes of the captain, which had been removed with the goods from the
city, were produced, and young Wharton, released from the uneasiness of his disguise, began at last
to enjoy a visit which had been undertaken at so much personal risk to himself.
Mr. Wharton, retiring to his apartment in pursuance of his regular engagements, the ladies with
the young man were left to an uninterrupted communication on such subjects as were most agreeable.
Even Miss Payton was affected with the spirits of her young relatives, and they sat for an hour
enjoying, in heedless confidence, the pleasures of an unrestrained conversation, without reflecting
on any danger which might be impending over them. The city and their acquaintances were not long
neglected, for Miss Peyton, who had never forgotten the many agreeable hours of her residence
within its boundaries, soon inquired, among others, after their old acquaintance, Colonel Wellmere.
"'Oh!' cried the Captain Galey, "'he yet continues there, as handsome and as gallant as ever.
Although a woman be not actually in love, she seldom hears, without a blush, the name of a man
whom she might love, and who has been connected with herself by idle gossip.
in the amatory rumor of the day.
Such had been the case with Sarah,
and she dropped her eyes on the carpet with a smile that,
aided by the blush, which suffused her cheek,
in no degree detracted from her native charms.
Captain Wharton, without heeding this display of interest in his sister,
immediately continued,
At times he is melancholy.
We tell him it must be love.
Sarah raised her eyes to her eyes,
to the face of her brother, and was consciously turning them on the rest of the party,
when she met those of her sister, laughing with good humor and high spirits, as she cried,
"'Poor man! Does he despair?'
"'Why, no. One would think he could not, the eldest son of a man of wealth,
so handsome, and a colonel.'
"'Stong reasons, indeed, why he should prevail,' said Sarah, endeavoring to laugh,
more particularly the latter.
"'Let me tell you,' replied the captain gravely.
"'A lieutenant Colonel C in the guards is a very pretty thing.'
"'And Colonel Wellmere, a very pretty man,' added Francis.
"'Nay, Francis,' returned her sister.
"'Colonel Wellmere was never a favourite of yours.
"'He is too loyal to his king to be agreeable to your taste.'
"'Francis quickly answered,
"'And is not Henry loyal to his king?'
"'Come, come,' said Miss Peyton.
"'No difference of opinion about the Colonel.
"'He is a favourite of mine.'
"'Fanny likes majors better,' cried the brother,
"'pulling her upon his knee.
"'Nonsense,' said the blushing girl,
"'as she endeavoured to extricate herself
"'from the grasp of her laughing brother.'
"'It surprises me,' continued the captain,
that Peyton, when he procured the release of my father, did not endeavor to detain my sister in the rebel camp.
That might have endangered his own liberty, said the smiling girl, resuming her seat.
You know it is liberty for which Major Dunwoody is fighting.
Liberty, exclaimed Sarah,
very pretty liberty which exchanges one master for fifty.
The privilege of changing masters at all is a liberty.
"'And one you ladies would sometimes be glad to exercise,' cried the captain.
"'We like, I believe, to have the liberty of choosing who they shall be in the first place,'
said the laughing girl. "'Don't we, Aunt Jeanette?'
"'Me?' cried Miss Peyton, starting.
"'What do I know of such things, child? You must ask someone else, if you wish to learn such matters.'
"'Ah, you would have us think you were never young. But what am I to be
leave of all the tales I have heard about the handsome Miss Jeanette Peyton.
"'Nonsense, my dear, nonsense,' said the aunt, endeavoring to suppress a smile.
"'It is very silly to believe all you hear.'
"'Nonsense, do you call it?' cried the Captain gaily.
"'To this hour, General Montrose toasts Miss Peyton.
I heard him within the week at Sir Henry's table.
"'Why, Henry, you are as saucy as your sister.
and to break in upon your folly i must take you to see my new home-made manufactures which i will be bold enough to put in contrast with the finery of birch the young people rose to follow their aunt in perfect good-humour with each other and the world
On ascending the stairs to the place of deposit for Miss Peyton's articles of domestic economy,
she availed herself, however, of an opportunity to inquire of her nephew,
whether General Montrose suffered as much from the gout as he had done when she knew him.
It is a painful discovery we make, as we advance in life,
that even those we most love, are not exempt from its frailties.
When the heart is fresh, and the view of it,
of the future unsullied by the blemishes which have been gathered from the experience of the past,
our feelings are most holy. We love to identify with the persons of our natural friends,
all those qualities to which we ourselves aspire, and all those virtues we have been taught to revere.
The confidence with which we esteem seems a part of our nature, and there is a purity
thrown around the affections which tie us to our kindred, that afterlife can seldom
hope to see uninjured. The family of Mr. Wharton continued to enjoy, for the remainder of the day,
a happiness to which they had long been strangers, and one that sprang in its younger members
from the delights of the most confident affection, and the exchange of the most disinterested
endearments. Harper appeared only at the dinner-table, and he retired with the cloth,
under the pretense of some engagement in his own room.
Notwithstanding the confidence created by his manner, the family felt his absence a relief,
for the visit of Captain Wharton was necessarily to be confined to a very few days,
both from the limitation of his leave of absence, and the danger of a discovery.
All dread of consequences, however, was lost in the pleasure of the meeting.
Once or twice during the day Mr. Horton had suggested a doubt as to the character of his unknown
guest, and the possibility of the detection of his son proceeding in some manner from his
information, but the idea was earnestly opposed by all his children, even Sarah,
uniting with her brother and sister, in pleading warmly in favor of the sincerity expressed in
the outward appearance of the traveller.
"'Such appearances, my children,' replied the desponding parent,
"'are but too often deceitful, when men like Major Unders,
lend themselves to the purposes of fraud, it is idle to reason from qualities, much less externals.
"'Fraud!' cried his son quickly.
"'Surely, sir, you forget that Major Andre was serving his king, and that the usages of war justified the measure.'
"'And did not the usages of war justify his death, Henry?' inquired Francis, speaking in a low voice,
"'unwilling to abandon what she thought the cause of her country,
"'and yet unable to suppress her feelings for the man.'
"'Never!' exclaimed the young man,
"'springing from his seat and pacing the floor rapidly.
"'Frances, you shock me.
"'Suppose it should be my fate even now
"'to fall into the power of the rebels.
"'You would vindicate my execution,
"'perhaps exult in the cruelty of Washington.'
"'Henry,' said Francis,
solemnly, quivering with emotion and with a face pale as death.
"'You little know my heart!'
"'Pardon me, my sister, my little Fanny,' cried the repentant youth,
pressing her to his bosom, and kissing off the tears which had burst,
in spite of her resolution, from her eyes.
"'It is very foolish to regard your hasty words I know,' said Francis,
extricating herself from his arms and raising her yet humid eyes to his face with a smile.
But reproach from those we love is most severe, Henry, particularly where we—we think, we know—
Her paleness gradually gave place to the color of the rose, as she concluded in a low voice,
with her eyes directed to the carpet.
We are undeserving of it.
"'Miss Payton moved from her own seat to the one next her niece,
"'and, kindly taking her hand, observed,
"'You should not suffer the impetuosity of your brother to affect you so much.
"'Boys, you know, are proverbially ungovernable.'
"'And from my conduct you might add cruel,' said the captain,
"'seeding himself on the other side of his sister.
"'But on the subject of the death of André,
"'we are all of us uncommonly sensitive.'
you did not know him he was all that was brave that was accomplished that was estimable francis smiled faintly and shook her head but made no reply
her brother observing the marks of incredulity in her countenance continued you doubt it and justify his death i do not doubt his worth replied the maid mildly nor his being deserving of a more happy fate
but i cannot doubt the propriety of washington's conduct i know but little of the customs of war and wish to know less but with what hopes of success could the americans contend if they yielded all the principles which long usage had established to the exclusive purposes of the british
why contend at all cried sarah impatiently besides being rebels all their acts are illegal
"'Women are but mirrors, which reflect the images before them,' cried the captain good-naturedly.
"'In Francis I see the picture of Major Dunwoody, and in Sarah—'
"'Carnel Wellmere,' interrupted the younger sister, laughing and blushing crimson.
"'I must confess I am indebted to the Major for my reasoning, am I not, Aunt Jeanette.'
"'I believe it is something like his logic indeed, child.'
i plead guilty and you sarah have not forgotten the learned discussions of colonel wellmere i trust i never forget the right said sarah emulating her sister in color and rising under the pretence of avoiding the heat of the fire
nothing occurred of any moment during the rest of the day but in the evening caesar reported that he had overheard voices in the room of harper conversing in a low tone
the apartment occupied by the traveller was the wing at the extremity of the building opposite to the parlor in which the family ordinarily assembled and it seems that caesar had established a regular system of espionage with a view to the safety of his young master
this intelligence gave some uneasiness to all the members of the family but the entrance of harper himself with the air of benevolence and sincerity which shone through his reserve soon removed the doubts from the breast of all but mr wharton
his children and sister believed caesar to have been mistaken and the evening passed off without any additional alarm on the afternoon of the succeeding day the party were assembled in the parlor around the tea-table of miss peyton when a change in the weather occurred
the thin scud that apparently floated but a short distance above the tops of the hills began to drive from the west towards the east in astonishing rapidity
the rain yet continued to beat against the eastern windows of the house with fury in that direction the heavens were dark and gloomy francis was gazing at the scene with the desire of youth to escape from the tedium of confinement when as if by magic all was still
the rushing winds had ceased the pelting of the storm was over and springing to the window with delight pictured in her face she saw a glorious ray of sun
lighting the opposite wood. The foliage glittered with the checkered beauties of the
October leaf, reflecting back from the moistened boughs the richest lustre of an American autumn.
In an instant the piazza, which opened to the south, was thronged with the inmates of the cottage.
The air was mild, balmy, and refreshing. In the east, clouds, which might be likened to the
retreating masses of a discomfited army hung around the horizon in awful and increasing darkness.
At a little elevation above the cottage, the thin vapor was still rushing towards the east with
amazing velocity, while in the west the sun had broken forth and shed his parting radiance on the
scene below, aided by the fullest richness of a clear atmosphere and a freshened herbage.
Such moments belong only to the climate of America.
and are enjoyed in a degree proportioned to the suddenness of the contrast and the pleasure we experience in escaping from the turbulence of the elements to the quiet of a peaceful evening and an air still as the softest mornings in june
what a magnificent scene said harper in a low tone how grand how awfully sublime may such a quiet speedily await the struggle in which my country is engaged and such a glorious evening follow the day of her adversity
francis who stood next to him alone heard the voice turning an amazement from the view to the speaker she saw him standing bareheaded erect and with his eyes lifted to heaven
there was no longer the quiet which had seemed their characteristic but they were lighted into something like enthusiasm and a slight flush passed over his features there can be no danger apprehended from such a man thought francis
such feelings belong only to the virtuous the musings of the party were now interrupted by the sudden appearance of the pedlar he had taken advantage of the first gleam of sunshine to hasten to the cottage
heedless of wet or dry as it lay in his path with arms swinging to and fro and with his head bent forward of his body several inches harvey birch approached the piazza with a gate peculiarly his own
it was the quick lengthened pace of an itinerant vendor of goods fine evening said the pedlar saluting the party without raising his eyes quite warm and agreeable for the season
mr wharton assented to the remark and inquired kindly after the health of his father harvey heard him and continued standing for some time in moody silence but the question being repeated he answered with a slight tremor in his father harvey heard him and continued standing for some time in moody silence but the question being repeated he answered with a slight tremor in his
voice. He fails fast. Old age and hardships will do their work. The peddler turned his face from the view of
most of the family, but Francis noticed his glistening eyes and quivering lip, and for the second time,
Harvey rose in her estimation. The valley in which the residence of Mr. Horton stood ran in a
direction from northwest to southeast, and the house was placed on the side of a hill which
terminated its length in the former direction.
A small opening, occasioned by the receding of the opposite hill and the fall of the land to the level of the tide water, afforded a view of the sound.
Begin footnote.
An island more than forty leagues in length lies opposite the coasts of New York and Connecticut.
The arm of the sea which separates it from the main is technically called a sound, and in that part of the country,
par excellence the sound this sheet of water varies in its breadth from five to thirty miles end footnote over the tops of the distant woods on its margin
the surface of the water which had so lately been lashing the shores with boisterous fury was already losing its ruffled darkness in the long and regular undulations that succeeded a tempest
while the light air from the south-west was gently touching their summits lending its feeble aid instilling the waters some dark spots were now to be distinguished occasionally rising into view and again sinking behind the lengthened waves which interposed themselves to the sight
they were unnoticed by all but the pedlar he had seated himself on the piazza at a distance from harper and appeared to have forgotten the object of his visit
his roving eye however soon caught a glimpse of these new objects in the view and he sprang up with alacrity gazing intently towards the water he changed his place glanced his eye with marked uneasiness on harper and then said with great emphasis
the wrigglers must be out from below why do you think so inquired captain wharton eagerly god send it may be true i want their escort in again
them ten whale-boats would not move so fast unless they were better manned than common perhaps cried mr wharton in alarm they are they are continentals returning from the island
they look like wrigglers said the pedlar with meaning look repeated the captain there is nothing but spots to be seen harvey disregarded his observation but seemed to be soliloquy
as he said in an undertone.
They came out before the gale,
have laid on the island these two days,
horse are on the road,
there will soon be fighting near us.
During this speech,
Birch several times glanced his eye towards Harper,
with evident uneasiness,
but no corresponding emotion
betrayed any interest of that gentleman in the scene.
He stood in silent contemplation of the view,
and seemed enjoying the change in the air.
As Birch concluded, however, Harper turned to his host, and mentioned that his business would not
admit of unnecessary delay. He would, therefore, avail himself of the fine evening to ride a few
miles on his journey. Mr. Horton made many professions of regret at losing so agreeable an
inmate, but was too mindful of his duty not to speed the parting guest, and orders were
instantly given to that effect. The uneasiness of the peddler increased in a
manner for which nothing apparent could account. His eye was constantly wandering towards the lower
end of the veil, as if in expectation of some interruption from that quarter.
At length Caesar appeared, leading the noble beast which was to bear the weight of the traveller.
The peddler officiously assisted to tighten the girths, and fasten the blue cloak and valise
to the mail-straps. Every precaution being completed, Harper proceeded to take his leave.
to Sarah and her aunt he paid his compliments with ease and kindness.
But when he came to Francis, he paused a moment,
while his face assumed an expression of more than ordinary benignity.
His eye repeated the blessing which had before fallen from his lips,
and the girl felt her cheeks glow,
and her heart beat with a quicker pulsation as he spoke his addues.
There was a mutual exchange of polite courtesy between the host and his party,
guest. But as Harper frankly offered his hand to Captain Horton, he remarked, in a manner of
great solemnity, "'The step you have undertaken is one of much danger, and disagreeable consequences
to yourself may result from it. In such a case, I may have it in my power to prove the gratitude
I owe your family for its kindness.' "'Surely, sir,' cried the father, losing sight of delicacy in
apprehension for his child. You will keep secret the discovery which your being in my house has
enabled you to make.' Harper turned quickly to the speaker, and then, losing the sternness which had
begun to gather on his countenance, he answered mildly.
"'I have learned nothing in your family, sir, of which I was ignorant before, but your son is
safer from my knowledge of his visit than he would be without it.'
he bowed to the whole party and without taking any notice of the pedlar other than by simply thanking him for his attentions mounted his horse and riding steadily and gracefully through the little gate was soon lost behind the hill which sheltered the valley to the northward
the eyes of the pedlar followed the retiring figure of the horsemen so long as it continued within view and as it disappeared from his sight he drew a long and heavy heavy
sigh, as if relieved from a load of apprehension.
The Hortons had meditated in silence on the character and visit of their unknown guest
for the same period, when the father approached Birch, and observed,
"'I am yet your debtor, Harvey, for the tobacco you were so kind as to bring me from the
city.'
"'If it should not prove so good as the first,' replied the peddler, fixing a last and lingering
look in the direction of Harper's route.
It is owing to the scarcity of the article.
I like it much, continued the other, but you have forgotten to name the price.
The countenance of the trader changed, and losing its expression of deep care in a natural
acuteness, he answered, It is hard to say what ought to be the price.
I believe I must leave it to your own generosity.
Mr. Horton had taken a hand well-ful,
filled with the images of Carolus III from his pocket, and now extended it towards Birch with
three of the pieces between his finger and thumb. Harvey's eyes twinkled as he contemplated the
reward, and, rolling over in his mouth a large quantity of the article in question,
coolly stretched forth his hand, into which the dollars fell with a most agreeable sound.
But not satisfied with the transient music of their fall, the peddler gave each
piece in succession a ring on the stepping-stone of the piazza, before he consigned it to the safe-keeping
of a huge deerskin purse, which vanished from the sight of the spectators so dexterously,
that not one of them could have told about what part of his person it was secreted.
This very material point in his business so satisfactorily completed, the peddler rose from his seat
on the floor of the piazza, and approached to where Captain Horton stood,
supporting his sisters on either arm, as they listened with the lively interest of affection
to his conversation. The agitation of the preceding incidents had caused such an expenditure of the
juices which had become necessary to the mouth of the peddler, that a new supply of the
weed was required before he could turn his attention to business of lesser moment.
This done, he asked abruptly,
"'Captain Horton, do you go in to-night?'
"'No,' said the captain, laconically,
"'and looking at his lovely burdens with great affection.
"'Mr. Birch, would you have me leave such company so soon,
"'when I may never enjoy it again?'
"'Brother,' said Francis,
"'gesting on such a subject is cruel.
"'I rather guess,' continued the peddler coolly.
"'Now the storm is over, the skinners may be moving.
"'You had better shorten your visit, Captain Wartner.
"'Oh!' cried the British officer.
"'A few guineas will buy off those rascals at any time, should I meet them.
"'No, no, Mr. Birch. Here I stay until morning.'
"'Money could not liberate Major André,' said the peddler dryly.
"'Both the sisters now turned to the captain in alarm, and the elder observed,
"'You had better take the advice of Harvey.
"'Rest assured his opinion in such matters ought not to be disregarded.'
"'Yes,' added the younger,
"'if, as I suspect, Mr. Birch assisted you to come here,
"'your safety, our happiness, dear Henry,
"'requires you to listen to him now.'
"'I brought myself out and can take myself in,' said the captain positively.
"'Our bargain went no further than to procure my disguise,
"'and to let me know when the coast was clear.
"'And in the latter particular you were mistaken, Mr. Birch.'
"'I was.'
said the peddler with some interest,
and the greater is the reason why you should get back to night.
The pass I gave you will serve but once.
Cannot you forge another?
The pale cheek of the trader showed an unusual color,
but he continued silent, with his eyes fixed on the ground,
until the young man added with great positiveness.
Here I stay this night, come what will.
Captain Horton, said the peddler,
with great deliberation and marked emphasis.
Beware a tall Virginian, with huge whiskers.
He is below you, to my knowledge.
The devil can't deceive him.
I never could but once.
Let him beware of me, said Horton haughtily.
But, Mr. Birch, I exonerate you from further responsibility.
Will you give me that in writing? asked the cautious Birch.
"'Oh, cheerfully!' cried the captain with a laugh.
"'Cesar, pen, ink, and paper,
"'while I write a discharge for my trusty attendant,
"'Harvey Birch, peddler, etc., etc.'
"'The implements for writing were produced,
"'and the captain with great gaiety
"'wrote the desired acknowledgement in language of his own,
"'which the peddler took,
"'and carefully depositing it
"'by the side of the image of his Catholic majesty,
made a sweeping bow to the whole family and departed as he had approached.
He was soon seen at a distance, stealing into the door of his own humble dwelling.
The father and sisters of the captain were too much rejoiced in retaining the young man
to express or even entertain the apprehensions his situation might reasonably excite,
but on retiring to their evening repast, a cooler reflection induced the captain to think of
changing his mind. Unwilling to trust himself out of the protection of his father's domains,
the young man dispatched Caesar to desire another interview with Harvey. The black soon returned
with the unwelcome intelligence that it was now too late. Katie had told him that Harvey must
be miles on his road to the northward, having left home at early candlelight with his pack.
Nothing now remained to the captain but patience.
until the morning should afford further opportunity of deciding on the best course for him to pursue.
This Harvey Birch, with his knowing looks and portentous warnings,
gives me more uneasiness than I am willing to own, said Captain Wharton,
rousing himself from a fit of musing in which the danger of his situation
made no small part of his meditations.
How is it that he is able to travel to and fro in these difficult times,
without molestation, inquired Miss Peyton.
"'Why the rebels suffer him to escape so easily is more than I can answer,' returned the other.
But Sir Henry would not permit a hair of his head to be injured.
"'Indeed,' cried Francis with interest,
"'is he then known to Sir Henry Clinton?'
"'At least he ought to be.'
"'Do you think, my son?' asked Mr. Wharton.
"'There is no danger of his betrishable.
"'Why, no, I reflected on that before I trusted myself to his power,' said the captain thoughtfully.
"'He seems to be faithful in matters of business. The danger to himself, should he return to the
city, would prevent such an act of villainy.'
"'I think,' said Francis, adopting the manner of her brother.
"'Harvey Birch is not without good feelings. At least he has the appearance of them at times.'
"'Oh!' cried his sister, exulting,
"'he has loyalty, and that with me is a cardinal virtue.'
"'I am afraid,' said her brother, laughing.
"'Love of money is a stronger passion than love of his king.'
"'Then,' said the father,
"'you cannot be safe while in his power,
"'for no love will withstand the temptations of money
"'when offered to avarice.'
"'Surely, sir,' cried the youth,
"'recovering his gaiety.
There must be one love that can resist anything.
Is there not, Fanny?
Here is your candle.
You keep your father up beyond his usual hour.
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The Spy
By James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 5
Through Solway Sands
Through Taras Moss
Blindfold he knew the paths to cross
By wily turns, by desperate bounds
had baffled Percy's best bloodhounds.
In Esk or Liddell,
Fords were none,
but he would ride them one by one.
A like to him was time or tide,
December's snow or July's pride,
alike to him was tide or time,
moonless midnight or matten prime.
Walter Scott.
All the members of the Wharton family
laid their heads on their pillows that night,
with a foreboding of some interruption
to their ordinary quiet.
Uneasiness kept the sisters from enjoying their usual repose, and they rose from their beds
on the following morning, unrefreshed, and almost without having closed their eyes.
On taking an eager and hasty survey of the valley from the windows of their room, nothing
however but its usual serenity was to be seen.
It was glittering with the opening brilliancy of one of those lovely mild days which occur
about the time of the falling of the leaf, and which, by which by the very very much, by the very
time of the falling of the leaf, and which, by their frequency, classed the American autumn with
the most delightful seasons of other countries. We have no spring. Vegetation seems to leap into
existence instead of creeping, as in the same latitudes of the old world. But how gracefully it
retires. September, October, even November and December, composed the season for enjoyment in the
open air. They have their storms, but they are distinct, and not of long continuance,
leaving a clear atmosphere and a cloudless sky. As nothing could be seen likely to interrupt the
enjoyments and harmony of such a day, the sisters descended to the parlor with a returning
confidence in their brother's security and their own happiness. The family were early in
assembling around the breakfast table, and Miss Peyton, with a little of that
minute precision which creeps into the habits of single life, had pleasantly insisted that the
absence of her nephew should in no manner interfere with the regular hours she had established.
Consequently, the party were already seated when the captain made his appearance,
though the untasted coffee sufficiently proved that by none of his relatives was his absence
disregarded.
I think I did much better, he cried, taking a chair between his sisters and receiving their offered salutes,
to secure a good bed in such a plentiful breakfast, instead of trusting to the hospitality of that renowned corps, the cowboys.
If you could sleep, said Sarah, you were more fortunate than Francis and myself.
Every murmur of the night air sounded to me like the approach of the rebel army.
"'Why?' said the captain, laughing.
"'I do acknowledge a little inquietude myself.
"'But how was it with you?'
"'Turning to his younger and evidently favorite sister
"'and tapping her cheek.
"'Did you see banners in the clouds
"'and mistake Miss Peyton's Eoleon harp
"'for rebellious music?'
"'May, Henry,' rejoined the maid,
"'looking at him affectionately,
"'much as I love my own country,
"'the approach of her troops just now
give me great pain.
The brother made no reply, but returning the fondness expressed in her eye by a look of fraternal
tenderness, he gently pressed her hand in silence.
When Caesar, who had participated largely in the anxiety of the family, and who had risen
with the dawn and kept a vigilant watch on the surrounding objects as he stood gazing from
one of the windows, exclaimed with a face that approached to something like the hues of a white
man. Run. Massaheri, run! If he love old Caesar, run! Here comes a rebel horse!
Run, repeated the British officer, gathering himself up in military pride. No, Mr. Caesar,
running is not my trade. While speaking, he walked deliberately to the window, where the family
were already collected in the greatest consternation. At the distance of more than a
about fifty de goons were to be seen, winding down one of the lateral entrances of the valley.
In advance, with an officer, was a man attired in the dress of a countryman, who pointed
in the direction of the cottage. A small party now left the main body and moved rapidly
towards the object of their destination. On reaching the road which led through the bottom of the valley,
they turned their horses' heads to the north. The whartons continued chained and breathlessly,
silence to the spot, watching their movements, when the party, having reached the dwelling
of Birch, made a rapid circle around his grounds, and in an instant his house was surrounded
by a dozen sentinels. Two or three of the dragoons now dismounted and disappeared. In a few minutes,
however, they returned to the yard, followed by Katie, from whose violent gesticulations it was
evident that matters of no trifling concern were on the carpet. A short communication with the
loquacious housekeeper followed the arrival of the main body of the troop, and the advanced
party remounting. The whole moved towards the locusts with great speed. As yet, none of the family
had sufficient presence of mind to devise any means of security for Captain Wharton, but the
danger now became too pressing to admit of longer delay, and various means of service.
secreting him were hastily proposed. But they were all haughtily rejected by the young man as
unworthy of his character. It was too late to retreat to the woods in the rear of the cottage,
for he would unavoidably be seen, and followed by a troop of horse, as inevitably taken.
At length his sisters, with trembling hands, replaced his original disguise, the instruments of which
had been carefully kept at hand by Caesar in expectation of some sudden emergency.
this arrangement was hastily and imperfectly completed as the dragoons entered the lawn and orchard of the locusts riding with the rapidity of the wind and in their turn the whartons were surrounded
Nothing remained now but to meet the impending examination with as much indifference as the family
could assume.
The leader of the horse dismounted, and followed by a couple of his men, he approached the outer
door of the building, which was slowly and reluctantly opened for his admission by Caesar.
The heavy tread of the trooper, as he followed the black to the door of the parlor, rang
in the ears of the females as it approached nearer and nearer, and drove the blood from their
faces to their hearts with a chill that nearly annihilated feeling.
A man whose colossal stature manifested the possession of vast strength entered the room,
and removing his cap he saluted the family with a mildness his appearance did not indicate
as belonging to his nature.
His dark hair hung around his brow in profusion, though stained with powder which was worn
at that day, and his face was nearly hid in the whiskers by which it was disfigure.
figured. Still, the expression of his eye, though piercing, was not bad, and his voice, though deep
and powerful, was far from unpleasant. Francis ventured to throw a timid glance at his figure as
he entered, and saw at once the man from whose scrutiny Harvey Birch had warned them there
was so much to be apprehended. "'You have no cause for alarm, ladies,' said the officer, pausing a moment,
and contemplating the pale faces around him,
my business will be confined to a few questions,
which, if freely answered,
will instantly remove us from your dwelling.
And what may they be, sir?
Stammered Mr. Wharton,
rising from his chair and waiting anxiously for the reply.
Has there been a strange gentleman
staying with you during the storm?
Continued the dragoon, speaking with interest,
and in some degree sharing in the evident anxiety of the father.
This gentleman here favored us with his company during the rain, and has not yet departed.
This gentleman, repeated the other, turning to Captain Wharton, and contemplating his figure for a moment,
till the anxiety of his countenance gave place to a lurking smile.
He approached the youth with an air of comic gravity, and with a low bow, continued,
I am sorry for the severe cold you have in your head, sir.
I, exclaimed the captain in surprise.
I have no cold in my head.
I fancied it then, from seeing you had covered such handsome black locks with that ugly old wig.
It was my mistake.
You will please to pardon it.
Mr. Wharton groaned aloud.
But the ladies, ignorant of the extent of their visitor's knowledge,
remained in trembling yet rigid silence.
The captain himself moved his hand involuntarily to his head,
and discovered that the trepidation of his sisters
had left some of his natural hair exposed.
The dragoon watched the movement with a continued smile,
when, seeming to recollect himself, turning to the father, he proceeded,
"'Then, sir, I am to understand there has not been a Mr. Harper here within the week?'
"'Mr. Harper?'
echoed the other, feeling a load removed from his heart.
Yes, I had forgotten, but he is gone, and if there be anything wrong in his character,
we are in entire ignorance of it. To me he was a total stranger.
You have but little to apprehend from his character, answered the dragoon dryly.
But he is gone. How? When? And whither?
He departed as he arrived, said Mr. Warwick.
Wharton, gathering renewed confidence from the manner of the trooper, on horseback, last evening,
and he took the northern road.
The officer listened to him with intense interest, his countenance gradually lighting into a smile
of pleasure, and the instant Mr. Wharton concluded his laconic reply, he turned on his heel
and left the apartment.
The Wharton's, judging from his manner, thought he was about to proceed in quest of the object
of his inquiries. They observed the dragoon on gaining the lawn in earnest and apparently
pleased conversation with his two subalterns. In a few moments orders were given to some
of the troops, and horsemen left the valley at full speed by its various roads. The suspense
of the party within, who were all highly interested witnesses of this scene, was shortly
terminated for the heavy tread of the dragoon soon announced his second approach.
He bowed again politely as he re-entered the room, and walking up to Captain Wharton, said, with comic gravity,
"'Now, sir, my principal business being done, may I beg to examine the quality of that wig?'
The British officer imitated the manner of the other, as he deliberately uncovered his head,
and handing him the wig, observed,
"'I hope, sir, that it is to your liking.'
"'I cannot, without violating the truth.
say it is, Rith returned the dragoon.
I prefer your ebony hair, from which you seem to have combed the powder with great industry.
But that must have been a sad hurt you have received under this enormous black patch.
You appear so close an observer of things, I should like your opinion of it, sir, said Henry,
removing the silk and exhibiting the cheek free from blemish.
Upon my word, you improve most rapidly in externals, added.
the trooper, preserving his muscles in inflexible gravity. If I could but persuade you to
exchange this old surtoe for that handsome blue coat by your side, I think I never could
witness a more agreeable metamorphosis since I was changed myself from a lieutenant to a captain.
Young Wharton, very composedly, did as was required, and stood an extremely handsome, well-dressed
young man. The dragoon looked at him for a minute with the drollery that character
characterized his manner, and then continued,
This is a newcomer to the scene.
It is usual, you know, for strangers to be introduced.
I am Captain Lawton of the Virginia horse.
And I, sir, am Captain Wharton, of His Majesty's 60th Regiment of foot,
returned Henry, bowing stiffly and recovering his natural manner.
The countenance of Lawton changed instantly,
and his assumed quaintness vanished.
He viewed the figure of,
of Captain Wharton as he stood proudly swelling with a pride that disdained further concealment,
and exclaimed with great earnestness,
Captain Wharton, from my soul, I pity you!
Oh, then, cried the father in agony.
If you pity him, dear sir, why molest him?
He is not a spy.
Nothing but a desire to see his friends prompted him to venture so far from the regular army in disguise.
Leave him with us.
There is no reward, no sum, which I will not.
cheerfully pay.
Sir, your anxiety for your friend excuses your language, said Lawton,
oddly.
But you forget, I am a Virginian and a gentleman.
Turning to the young man, he continued,
Were you ignorant, Captain Wharton, that our pickets have been below you for several
days?
I did not know it until I reached them, and it was then too late to retreat,
said Wharton solemnly.
I came out, as my father has mentioned, to see my
friends, understanding your parties to be at Peaksgill and near the Highlands, or surely I would
not have ventured.
All this may be very true, but the affair of André has made us on the alert.
When treason reaches the grade of general officers, Captain Wharton, it behooves the friends
of liberty to be vigilant.
Henry bowed to this remark in distant silence, but Sarah ventured to urge something
in behalf of her brother.
The dragoon heard her politely, and apparently,
with commiseration, but willing to avoid useless and embarrassing petitions, he answered mildly,
I am not the commander of the party, madam. Major Dunwoody will decide what must be done with your
brother. At all events, he will receive nothing but kind and gentle treatment.
Dunwoody, exclaimed Francis, with a face in which the roses contended for the mastery with
the paleness of apprehension. Thank God! Then Henry is safe.
safe. Loughton regarded her with a mingled expression of pity and admiration.
Then, shaking his head doubtingly, he continued,
I hope so, and with your permission we will leave the matter for his decision.
The color of Francis changed from the paleness of fear to the glow of hope.
Her dread on behalf of her brother was certainly greatly diminished,
yet her form shook. Her breathing became short and irregularly.
and her whole frame gave tokens of extraordinary agitation. Her eyes rose from the floor to the
dragoon, and were again fixed immovably on the carpet. She evidently wished to utter something,
but was unequal to the effort. Miss Peyton was a close observer of these movements of her niece,
and advancing with an air of feminine dignity, inquired,
"'Then, sir, we may expect the pleasure of Major Dunwoody's company shortly?'
"'Immediately, ma'am,' answered the de Groon,
withdrawing his admiring gaze from the person of Francis.
Expresses are already on the road to announce to him our situation,
and the intelligence will speedily bring him to this valley,
unless indeed some private reasons may exist to make a visit particularly unpleasant.
We shall always be happy to see Major Dunwoody.
Oh, doubtless, he is a general favorite.
it. May I presume on it so far as to ask leave to dismount and refresh my men, who compose a part of his
squadron? There was a manner about the trooper that would have made the omission of such a request
easily forgiven by Mr. Wharton, but he was fairly entrapped by his own eagerness to conciliate,
and it was useless to withhold a consent which he thought would probably be extorted.
He therefore made the most of necessity, and gave such orders of the same to be insoled, and gave such orders
as would facilitate the wishes of Captain Lawton.
The officers were invited to take their mornings repast at the family breakfast table,
and having made their arrangements without, the invitation was frankly accepted.
None of the watchfulness which was so necessary to their situation was neglected by the wary partisan.
Petrols were seen on the distant hills taking their protecting circuit around their comrades,
who were enjoying, in the midst of danger, a security.
that can only spring from the watchfulness of discipline and the indifference of habit.
The addition to the party at Mr. Wharton's table was only three,
and they were all of them men who, under the rough exterior, induced by actual and arduous service,
concealed the manners of gentlemen.
Consequently, the interruption to the domestic privacy of the family was marked by the observance of strict decorum.
The ladies left the table to their guests,
who proceeded without much superfluous diffidence to do proper honors to the hospitality of Mr. Wharton.
At length, Captain Lotton suspended for a moment his violent attacks on the buckwheat cakes
to inquire of the master of the house if there was not a peddler of the name of Birch, who lived in the valley at times.
"'At times only, I believe, sir,' replied Mr. Wharton cautiously.
"'He is seldom here. I may say I never see him.
him.
That is strange, too, said the trooper, looking at the disconcerted host intently.
Considering he is your next neighbor, he must be quite domestic, sir, and to the ladies it must
be somewhat inconvenient.
I doubt not that that muslin in the window-seat cost twice as much as he would have asked
them for it.
Mr. Wharton turned in consternation and saw some of the recent purchases scattered about
the room.
The two subalterns struggled to conceal their smiles, but the captain resumed his breakfast
with an eagerness that created a doubt whether he ever expected to enjoy another.
The necessity of a supply from the dominion of Dinah soon, however, afforded another respite,
of which Lawton availed himself.
I had a wish to break this Mr. Birch of his unsocial habits, and gave him a call this morning,
he said.
Had I found him within, I should have placed him where he would enjoy.
life in the midst of society, for a short time at least."
"'And where might that be, sir?' asked Mr. Wharton, conceiving it necessary to say something.
"'The guard-room,' said the trooper dryly.
"'What is the offense of poor Birch?' asked Miss Peyton, handing the dragoon a fourth dish of coffee.
"'Poor!' cried the captain.
"'If he is poor, King George is a bad paymaster.'
"'Yes, indeed,' said.
said one of the subalterns.
"'His majesty owes him a dukedom.'
"'And Congress a halter,' continued the commanding officer,
commencing anew on a fresh supply of the cakes.
"'I am sorry,' said Mr. Wharton,
"'that any neighbor of mine should incur the displeasure of our rulers.'
"'If I catch him,' cried the Grugoon,
"'while buttering another cake,
"'he will dangle from the limbs of one of his namesakes.
"'He would make no bad ornament, suspended.
from one of those locusts before his own door, added the lieutenant.
Never mind, continued the captain. I will have him yet before I'm a major.
As the language of the officers appeared to be sincere, and such as disappointed men in their
rough occupations are but too apt to use, the Whartons thought it prudent to discontinue
the subject. It was no new intelligence to any of the family that Harvey Birch was
distrusted and greatly harassed by the American army. His escapes from their hands, no less than
his imprisonments, had been the conversation of the country in too many instances, and under
circumstances of too great mystery, to be easily forgotten. In fact, no small part of the bitterness
expressed by Captain Lawton against the peddler arose from the unaccountable disappearance of
the latter when entrusted to the custody of two of his most faithful dragoons.
A twelve-month had not yet elapsed since Birch had been seen lingering near the headquarters of the commander-in-chief,
and at a time when important movements were expected hourly to occur.
So soon as the information of this fact was communicated to the officer whose duty it was to guard the avenues of the American camp,
he dispatched Captain Lawton in pursuit of the peddler.
Acquainted with all the passes of the hills, and indefatigable in the discharge of his duty,
the trooper had, with much trouble and toil, succeeded in affecting his object.
The party had halted at a farmhouse for the purposes of refreshment,
and the prisoner was placed in a room by himself, but under the keeping of the two men before mentioned.
All that was known subsequently is,
that a woman was seen busily engaged in the employments of the household near the sentinels,
and was particularly attentive to the wants of the captain,
until he was deeply engaged in the employments of the supper table.
Afterwards, neither woman nor peddler was to be found.
The pack, indeed, was discovered open and nearly empty,
and a small door communicating with a room adjoining to the one
in which the peddler had been secured was ajar.
Captain Lawton never could forgive the deception.
His antipathies to his enemies were not very moderate,
but this was adding an insult to his penetration.
that rankled deeply. He sat in pretentious silence, brooding over this exploit of his prisoner,
yet mechanically pursuing the business before him, until, after sufficient time had passed to make a
very comfortable meal, a trumpet suddenly broke on the ears of the party, sending its martial tones
up the valley and startling melody. The trooper rose instantly from the table, exclaiming,
quick, gentlemen, to your horses, there comes Dunwoody, and followed by a,
his officers, he precipitately left the room. With the exception of the sentinels left to guard
Captain Wharton, the dragoons mounted and marched out to meet their comrades. None of the
watchfulness necessary in a war, in which similarity of language, appearance, and customs
rendered prudence doubly necessary, was omitted by the cautious leader. On getting sufficiently
near, however, to a body of horse of more than double his own number,
to distinguish countenances. Lotton plunged his rouse into his charger, and in a moment
he was by the side of his commander. The ground in front of the cottage was again occupied by the
horse, and observing the same precautions as before, this newly arrived troops hastened to participate
in the cheer prepared for their comrades. End of Chapter 5.
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The Spy
by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 6
And let conquerors boast their fields of fame
He who in virtue arms
A young warm spirit against beauty's charms
Who feels her brightness yet defies her thrall
Is the best bravest conqueror of them all
More
The ladies of the Wharton family
had collected about a window, deeply interested in the scene we have related.
Sarah viewed the approach of her countrymen with a smile of contemptuous indifference,
for she even undervalued the personal appearance of men whom she thought arrayed in the unholy cause of rebellion.
Miss Peyton looked on the gallant show with an exulting pride,
which rose in the reflection that the warriors before her were the chosen troops of her native colony.
while frances gazed with a singleness of interest that absorbed all other considerations the two parties had not yet joined before her quick eye distinguished one horseman in particular from those around him
to her it appeared that even the steed of this youthful soldier seemed to be conscious that he sustained the weight of no common man his hoofs but lightly touched the earth and his airy tread was the curved motion of a blooded
charger. The dragoon sat in the saddle, with a firmness and ease that showed him the master of
himself and horse, his figure uniting the just proportions of strength and activity, being tall,
round, and muscular. To this officer, Lawton made his report, and side by side they rode into the
field opposite to the cottage. The heart of Francis beat with a pulsation nearly stifling as he
paused for a moment and took a survey of the building, with an eye whose dark and sparkling glance
could be seen, notwithstanding the distance. Her color changed, and for an instant, as she saw
the youth throw himself from the saddle, she was compelled to seek relief for her trembling
limbs in a chair. The officer gave a few hasty orders to his second in command, walked rapidly
into the lawn, and approached the cottage. Francis rose from her sister.
seat and vanished from the apartment. The dragoon ascended the steps of the piazza and had barely
time to touch the outer door when it opened to his admission. The youth of Francis, when she left the
city, had prevented her sacrificing in conformity to the customs of that day, all her native beauties
on the altar of fashion. Her hair, which was of a golden richness of color, was left untortured to fall
in the natural ringlets of infancy, and it shaded a face which was glowing with the united
charms of health, youth, and artlessness. Her eyes spoke volumes, but her tongue was silent. Her hands
were interlocked before her, and aided by her taper form, bending forward in an attitude of
expectation, gave a loveliness and an interest to her appearance that for a moment chained her lover
in silence to the spot.
Francis silently led the way into a vacant parlor,
opposite to the one in which the family were assembled,
and turning to the soldier frankly,
placing both her hands in his own, exclaimed,
"'Ah, Dunwoody, how happy on many accounts I am to see you!
I have brought you in here to prepare you to meet an unexpected friend in the opposite room.'
To whatever cause it may be owing, cried the youth,
pressing her hands to his lips,
I too am happy in being able to see you alone.
Francis, the probation you have decreed is cruel.
War and distance may separate us forever.
We must submit to the necessity which governs us.
But it is not love speeches I would hear now.
I have other and more important matter for your attention.
What can be of more importance than to make you mind
by a tie that will be indissoluble?
"'Prances, you are cold to me.
"'Me!
"'From whose mind, days of service, and nights of alarm,
"'have never been able to banish your image for a single moment.'
"'Dear, Dunwoody,' said Francis,
"'suffening nearly to tears,
"'and again extending her hand to him,
"'as the richness of her color gradually returned.
"'You know my sentiments.
"'This war once ended,
"'and you may take that hand forever.
"'But I can never consent to,
tie myself to you by any closer union than already exists, so long as you are arrayed in arms
against my only brother. Even now, that brother is awaiting your decision to restore him to liberty,
or to conduct him to a probable death.
"'Your brother!' cried Dunwoody, starting and turning pale.
"'Your brother! Explain yourself! What dreadful warning is concealed in your words!'
"'Has not Captain Lotton told you of the arrest of Henry by himself this very morning?' continued Francis, in a voice barely audible, and fixing on her lover a look of the deepest concern.
"'He told me of arresting a captain of the sixtieth in disguise, but without mentioning where or whom,' replied the major in a similar tone,
and dropping his head between his hands, he endeavored to conceal his feelings from his companion.
Dunwoody! Dunwoody! exclaimed Francis, losing all her former confidence in the most fearful apprehensions.
What means this agitation?
As the Major slowly raised his face, in which was pictured the most expressive concern, she continued,
"'Surely, surely you will not betray your friend, my brother, your brother, your brother.'
to an ignominious death.
Francis! exclaimed the young man in agony.
What can I do?
Do, she repeated, gazing at him wildly.
Would Major Dunwoody yield his friend to his enemies,
the brother of his betrothed wife?
Oh, speak not so unkindly to me, dearest Miss Wharton,
my own Francis.
I would this moment die for you, for Henry.
But I cannot forget my duty, cannot forfeit my honor.
You yourself would be the first to despise me if I did.
Peyton, Dunwoody, said Francis solemnly, and with a face of ashy paleness,
You have told me, you have sworn that you love me.
I do, interrupted the soldier with fervor, but motioning for silence she continued in a voice that trembled with her fears.
Do you think I can throw myself into the arms of a man whose hands are stained with the blood of my only brother?
Francis, you wring my very heart.
Then pausing, to struggle with his feelings, he endeavored to force a smile, as he added,
But after all, we may be torturing ourselves with unnecessary fears.
And Henry, when I know the circumstances, may be nothing.
more than a prisoner of war, in which case I can liberate him on parole.
There is no more delusive passion than hope, and it seems to be the happy privilege of youth
to call all the pleasures that can be gathered from its indulgence.
It is when we are most worthy of confidence ourselves that we are least apt to distrust
others, and what we think ought to be we are prone to think will be.
The half-formed expectations of the young soldier
were communicated to the desponding sister, more by the eye than the voice.
And the blood rushed again to her cheek as she cried,
Oh, there can be no just grounds to doubt it.
I know! I knew, Dunwoody, you could never desert us in the hour of our greatest need.
The violence of her feelings prevail, and the agitated girl found relief in a flood of tears.
The office of consoling those we love is one of the dearest prerogatives of affection,
and Major Dunwoody, though but little encouraged by his own momentary suggestion of relief,
could not undeceive the lovely girl who leaned on his shoulder as he wiped the traces of her feeling from her face,
with a trembling but reviving confidence in the safety of her brother, and the protection of her lover.
Francis, having sufficiently recovered her recollection to command herself, now eagerly led the way to the opposite room, to communicate to her family the pleasing intelligence which she already conceived so certain.
Dunwoody followed her reluctantly, and with forebodings of the result, but a few moments brought him into the presence of his relatives, and he summoned all his resolution to meet the trial with firmness.
the salutations of the young men were cordial and frank and on the part of henry wharton as collected as if nothing had occurred to disturb his self-possession
the abhorrence of being in any manner auxiliary to the arrest of his friend the danger to the life of captain wharton and the heart-breaking declarations of francis had however created an uneasiness in the bosom of major dunwoody which all his efforts could not conceal
his reception by the rest of the family was kind and sincere both from old regard and a remembrance of former obligations heightened by the anticipations they could not fail to read in the expressive eyes of the blushing girl by his side
after exchanging greetings with every member of the family major dunwoody beckoned to the sentinel whom the wary prudence of captain lawton had left in charge of the prisoner to leave the room
Turning to Captain Wharton, he inquired mildly,
"'Tell me, Henry, the circumstances of this disguise
"'in which Captain Lawton report you to have been found.
"'And remember, remember Captain Wharton,
"'your answers are entirely voluntary.
"'The disguise was used by me, Major Dunwoody,' replied the English officer gravely,
"'to enable me to visit my friends
"'without incurring the danger of becoming a prisoner of war.
But you did not wear it until you saw the troop of Lotton approaching?
Oh, no! interrupted Francis eagerly, forgetting all the circumstances in her anxiety for her brother.
Sarah and myself placed them on him when the dragoons appeared, and it was our awkwardness that
has led to the discovery.
The countenance of Dunwoody height brightened, as turning his eyes in fondness on the speaker,
he listened to her explanation.
"'Probably some articles of your own,' he continued,
"'which were at hand, and were used on the spur of the moment.'
"'No,' said Wharton with dignity.
"'The clothes were worn by me from the city.
"'They were procured for the purpose to which they were applied,
"'and I intended to use them in my return this very day.'
"'The appalled Francis shrank back from between her brother and lover,
"'where her ardent feelings had carried her,
"'as the whole truth glanced over her mind,
and she sank into a seat, gazing wildly on the young men.
"'But the pickets? The party at the plains?' added Dunwoody, turning pale.
"'I passed them, too, in disguise. I made use of this pass for which I paid,
and as it bears the name of Washington, I presume it is forged.'
Dunwoody caught the paper from his hand eagerly, and stood gazing on the signature for some time in silence,
during which the soldier gradually prevailed over the man.
When he turned to the prisoner with a searching look as he asked,
Captain Wharton, whence did you procure this paper?
That is a question I can see.
Major Dunwoody has no right to ask.
Your pardon, sir, my feelings may have led me into an impropriety.
Mr. Wharton, who had been a deeply interested auditor,
now so far conquered his feelings as to say,
"'Surely, Major Dunwoody, the paper cannot be material.
Such artifices are used daily in war.'
"'This name is no counterfeit,' said the dragoon,
studying the characters and speaking in a low voice.
"'Is treason yet among us undiscovered?
The confidence of Washington has been abused,
with a fictitious name is in a different hand from the past.
"'Captain Wharton, my duty will not
suffer me to grant you a parole. You must accompany me to the Highlands.'
I did not expect otherwise, Major Dunwoody.
Dunwoody turned slowly towards the sisters. When the figure of Francis once more
arrested his gaze, she had risen from her seat and stood again with her hands clasped before him
in an attitude of petition. Feeling himself unable to contend longer with his feelings,
he made a hurried excuse for a temporary absence and left the room.
Francis followed him, and obedient to the direction of her eye,
the soldier re-entered the apartment in which had been their first interview.
"'Majard Dunwoody,' said Francis, in a voice barely audible,
as she beckoned to him to be seated.
Her cheek, which had been of a chilling whiteness,
was flushed with a suffusion that crimsoned her whole countenance.
She struggled with herself for a moment and continued,
I have already acknowledged to you my esteem.
Even now, when you most painfully distress me,
I wish not to conceal it.
Believe me, Henry is innocent of everything but imprudence.
Our country can sustain no wrong.
Again, she paused, and almost gasped for breath.
Her color changed rapidly from red to white
until the blood rushed into her face, covering her features with the brightest vermilion,
and she added hastily in an undertone,
I have promised Dunwoody, when peace shall be restored to our country, to become your wife,
give to my brother his liberty on parole, and I will this day go with you to the altar,
follow you to the camp, and in becoming a soldier's bride, learn to endure a soldier's privations.
Thenward he seized the hand which the blushing girl in her ardor had extended toward him, and pressed it for a moment to his bosom.
Then, rising from his seat, he paced the room in excessive agitation.
"'Francis, say no more I conjure you unless you wish to break my heart.'
"'You then reject my offered hand?' she said, rising with dignity, though her pale cheek,
and quivering lip, plainly showed the conflicting passions within.
Reject it!
Have I not sought it with entreaties, with tears?
Has it not been the goal of all my earthly wishes?
But to take it under such conditions would be to dishonor both!
We will hope for better things.
Henry must be acquitted, perhaps not tried.
No intercession of mine shall be wanting you must well know,
And believe me, Francis, I am not without favor with Washington.
That very paper, that abuse of his confidence to which you alluded, will steal him to my brother's case.
If threats or entreaties could move his stern sense of justice, would Andre have suffered?
As Francis uttered these words, she fled from the room in despair.
Dunwoody remained for a minute, nearly stupefied.
and then he followed with a view to vindicate himself and to relieve her apprehensions on entering the hall that divided the two parlors he was met by a small ragged boy who looked one moment at his dress and placing a piece of paper in his hands immediately vanished through the outer door of the building
The bewildered state of his mind and the suddenness of the occurrence gave the major barely time to observe the messenger to be a country lad, meanly attired, and that he held in his hand one of those toys which are to be bought in cities, in which he now apparently contemplated with the conscious pleasure of having fairly purchased by the performance of the service required.
The soldier turned his eyes to the subject of the note.
It was written on a piece of torn and soiled paper and in a hand barely legible, but after some little labor, he was able to make out as follows.
The wrigglers are at hand, horse and foot.
Footnote.
There died a few years since, in Bedford, Westchester, a yeoman named Elisha H.
This person was employed by Washington as one of his most confidential spies.
By the conditions of their bargain, H. was never required to deal with third parties, since his
risks were too imminent. He was allowed to enter also into the service of Sir Henry Clinton,
and so much confidence had Washington in his love of country and discretion, that he was often
entrusted with the minor military movements, in order that he might enhance his value with the
English general by communicating them. In this manner, H. had continued to serve for a long
period, when Chance brought him into the city, then held by the British, at a moment when
an expedition was about to quit it, to go against a small port, post, established at Bedford,
his native village, where the Americans had a depot of provisions.
H. easily ascertained the force and destination of the detachment ordered on this service,
but he was at a loss in what manner to communicate his information to the officer in
command at Bedford, without betraying his own true character.
to a third person. There was not time to reach Washington, and under the circumstances,
he finally resolved to hazard a short note to the American commandant, stating the danger
and naming the time when the attack might be expected. To this note, he even ventured to
affix his own initials, E.H, though he had disguised the hand, under a belief that as he knew
himself to be suspected by his countrymen, it might serve to give more weight to his warning.
His family being at Bedford, the note was transmitted with facility and arrived in good season,
H himself remaining in New York.
The American Commandant did what every sensible officer in a similar case would have done.
He sent a courier with the note to Washington, demanding orders,
while he prepared his little party to make the best defense in his power.
The headquarters of the American Army were, at that time, in the Highlands.
Fortunately, the express met Washington on a tour of observation near their entrance.
The note was given to him, and he read it in the saddle, adding in pencil,
Believe all that E.H. tells you, George Washington.
He returned it to the courier with an injunction to ride for life or death.
The courier reached Bedford after the British had made their attack.
The commandant read the reply and put it in his pocket.
The Americans were defeated, and their leader killed.
The note of H, with the line written on it by Washington, was found on his person.
The following day, H was summoned to the presence of Sir Henry Clinton.
After the latter had put several general questions, he suddenly gave the note to the spy
and asked if he knew the handwriting and demanded who the E.H. was.
It is Elijah Haddon, the spy you hanged yesterday at Powell's Hook.
The readiness of this answer connected with the fact that the
a spy having the same initials had been executed the day before, and the coolness of H, saved
him. Sir Henry Clinton allowed him to quit his presence, and he never saw him afterwards.
Done what he started, and forgetting everything but the duties of a soldier, he precipitately left
the house. While walking rapidly towards the troop, he noticed on a distant hill of the debt
riding with speed. Several pistols were fired in quick succession, and the
The next instant, the trumpets of the core rang in his ears with the enlivening strain of
to arms.
By the time he had reached the ground occupied by his squadron, the Major saw that every man
was in active motion.
Lawton was already in the saddle, eyeing the opposite extremity of the valley with the
eagerness of expectation, and crying to the musicians in tones but little lower than their
owns.
Sound away, my lads, and let these Englishmen know that the Virginia horse are between
them and the end of their journey.
The vedettes and patrols now came pouring in, each making in secession his hasty report
to the commanding officer, who gave his orders coolly and with a promptitude that made
obedience certain.
Once only as he wheeled his horse to ride over the ground in front, did Dunwoody trust himself
with a look at the cottage.
his heart beat with unusual rapidity as he saw a female figure standing with clasped hands
at a window of the room in which he had met Francis. The distance was too great to distinguish
her features, but the soldier could not doubt that it was his mistress. The paleness of his cheek
and the languor of his eye endured but a moment longer. As he rode towards the intended
battleground, a flush of ardor began to show itself on his sunburnt features, and his dragoons
who studied the face of their leader as the best index to their own fate, saw again the
wanted flashing of the eyes and the cheerful animation which they had so often witnessed on the eve
of battle. By the additions of the vedettes and the parties that had been out, and which now had all
joined, the whole number of the horse was increased to nearly two hundred. There was also a small
body of men whose ordinary duties were those of guides, but who in cases of emergency were embodied
and did duty as foot soldiers.
These were dismounted, and proceeded by the order of Dunwoody,
to level the few fences which might interfere
with the intended movements of the cavalry.
The neglect of husbandry, which had been occasioned by the war,
left this task comparatively easy.
Those long lines of heavy and durable walls,
which now sweep through every part of the country,
forty years ago were unknown.
The slight and tottering fences of stone
were then used more to clear,
the land for the purposes of cultivation than as permanent barriers, and required the constant attention
of the husbandmen to preserve them against the fury of the tempests and the frosts of winter.
Some few of them had been built with more care immediately around the dwelling of Mr. Wharton,
but those which had intersected the veil below were generally a pile of ruins, over which the
horses of the Virginians would bound with the fleetness of the wind.
Occasionally a short line yet preserved its erect appearance, but as none of those crossed the ground on which Dunwoody intended to act, there remained only the slighter fences of rails to be thrown down.
Their duty was hastily but effectually performed, and the guides withdrew to the post assigned to them for the approaching fight.
Major Dunwoody had received from his scouts all the intelligence concerning his foe which was necessary to enable him to make his arrangements.
The bottom of the valley was an even plain that fell with a slight inclination from the foot of the hills on either side to the level of a natural meadow that wound through the country on the banks of a small stream,
by whose water it was often inundated and fertilized.
This brook was easily forded in any part of its course, and the only impediment it offered to the movements of the horse was in a place where it changed its bed from the western to the eastern side of the valley,
and where its banks were more steep and difficult of access than common.
Here the highway crossed it by a rough wooden bridge,
as it did again at a distance of half a mile above the locusts.
The hills on the eastern side of the valley were abrupt,
and frequently obtruded themselves in rocky prominences into its bosom,
lessening the width to half the usual dimensions.
One of these projections was but a short distance in the rear of the squadron of Dagoons,
and Dunwoody directed Captain Lawton to withdraw with two troops behind its cover.
The officer obeyed with a kind of surly reluctance that was, however, somewhat lessened by the
anticipations of the effect his sudden appearance would make on the enemy.
Dunwoody knew his man, and had selected the captain for this service, both because he feared
his precipitation in the field, and knew when needed his support would never fail to appear.
It was only in front of the enemy that Captain Lotton,
Lawton was hasty. At all other times his discernment and self-possession were consummately preserved,
but he sometimes forgot them in his eagerness to engage. On the left of the ground on which Dunwoody
intended to meet his foe was a close wood, which skirted that side of the valley for the distance
of a mile. Into this then the guides retired, and took their station near its edge, in such a manner
as would enable them to maintain a scattering but effectual fire on the advancing column of the enemy.
It cannot be supposed that all these preparations were made unheeded by the inmates of the cottage.
On the contrary, every feeling which can agitate the human breast in witnessing such a scene was actively alive.
Mr. Wharton alone saw no hopes to himself in the termination of the conflict.
If the British should prevail, his son would be left.
liberated, but what would then be his own fate? He had hitherto preserved his neutral character
in the midst of trying circumstances. The fact of his having a son in the royal, or, as it was
called, the regular army, had very nearly brought his estates to the hammer. Nothing had obviated
this result but the powerful interest of the relation who held a high political rank in the
state, and his own vigilant prudence. In his heart he was a devoted loyalist.
and when the blushing francis had communicated to him the wishes of her lover on their return from the american camp the preceding spring the consent he had given to her future union with a rebel was as much extracted by the increasing necessity which existed for his obtaining republican support
as by any considerations for the happiness of his child should his son now be rescued he would in the public mind be united with him as a plotter against the freedom of the states
and should he remain a captive and undergo the impending trial the consequences might be still more dreadful much as he loved his wealth mr wharton loved his children better
and as he sat gazing on the movements without with a listless vacancy in his countenance that fully denoted his imbecility of character far different were the feelings of the sun captain wharton had been left in the keeping of two dragoons one of whom marched two in four
on the piazza with a measured tread, and the other had been directed to continue in the same apartment with his prisoner.
The young man had witnessed all the movements of Dunwoody, with admiration, mingled with fearful
anticipations of the consequences to friends. He particularly disliked the ambush of the detachment under Lawton,
who could be distinctly seen from the windows of the cottage, cooling his impatience by pacing on foot the ground in front of his men.
henry wharton threw several hasty and inquiring glances around to see if no means of liberation would offer but invariably found the eyes of his sentinel fixed on him with the watchfulness of an argus
he longed with the ardour of youth to join in the glorious fray but was compelled to remain a dissatisfied spectator of a scene in which he would so cheerfully have been an actor
miss peyton and sarah continued gazing on the preparations with varied emotions in which concerned for the fate of the captain formed the more prominent feeling until the moment of the shedding of blood seemed approaching when with the timidity of their sex they sought the retirement of an inner room
not so francis she returned to the apartment where she had left dunwoody and from one of its windows had been a deeply interested spectator of all his movements
the wheeling of the troops the deadly preparations had all been unnoticed she saw her lover only and with mingled emotions of admiration and dread that nearly chilled her
at one moment the blood rushed to her heart as she saw the young warrior riding through his ranks giving life and courage to all whom he addressed and the next it curdled with the thought that the very gallantry she so much valued might prove the means of placing the grave between her and the
object of her regard.
Francis gazed until she could look no longer.
In a field on the left of the cottage, and at a short distance in the rear of the troops, was
a small group whose occupation seemed to differ from that of all around them.
They were in number only three, being two men and a mulatto boy.
The principal personage of this party was a man whose leanness made his really tall stature
appear excessive.
He wore spectacles, was unarmed, had dismounted, and seemed to be dividing his attention
between a cigar, a book, and the incidents of the field before him.
To this party Francis determined to send a note, directed to Dunwoody.
She wrote hastily with a pencil,
"'Come to me, Peyton, if it be but for a moment.'
And Caesar emerged from the cellar kitchen, taking the precaution to go by the rear of the building
to avoid the sentinel on the piazza, who had very cavaliered.
Learly ordered all the family to remain housed.
The black delivered the note to the gentleman, with a request that it might be forwarded to
Major Dunwoody.
It was the surgeon of the horse to whom Caesar addressed himself, and the teeth of the
African chattered, as he saw displayed on the ground the several instruments which were
in preparation for the anticipated operations.
The doctor himself seemed to view the arrangement with great satisfaction, as he deliberately
raised his eyes from his book to order the boy to care.
convey the note to his commanding officer.
And then, dropping them quietly on the page, he continued his occupation.
Caesar was slowly retiring, as the third personage, who by his dress might be an inferior
assistant of the surgical department, coolly inquired, If he would have a leg taken off?
This question seemed to remind the black of the existence of those limbs, for he made such
use of them as to reach the piazza at the same instant that Major Dunwoody rode
up at half speed. The brawny sentinel squared himself and poised his sword with military precision
as he stood on his post, while his officer passed. But no sooner had the door closed,
then turning to the negro, he said sharply,
"'Harky, harky, if you quit the house again without my knowledge, I shall turn barber
and shave off one of those ebony ears with this razor.'
Thus assailed in another court member, Caesar hastily retreated into his kitchen.
and muttering something in which the word Skinner and rebel rascal formed a principal part of speech.
Major Dunwoody, said Francis to her lover as he entered.
I may have done you injustice, if I have appeared harsh.
The emotions of the agitated girl prevailed, and she burst into tears.
Francis, cried the soldier with warmth,
You are never harsh, never unjust, but when you doubt my love.
"'Ah, Dunwoody,' added the sobbing girl,
"'you are about to risk your life in battle.
"'Remember that there is one heart whose happiness is built on your safety.
"'Brave, I know you are, be prudent.'
"'For your sake?' inquired the delighted youth.
"'For my sake,' replied Francis, in a voice barely audible,
"'and dropping on his bosom.
"'Dunwoody folded her to her to be able,
his heart and was about to speak as a trumpet sounded in the southern end of the veil. Imprinting
one long kiss of affection on her unresisting lips, the soldier tore himself from his mistress
and hastened to the scene of strife. Francis threw herself on a sofa, buried her head
under its cushion, and with her shawl drawn over her face to exclude as much of sound
as possible, continued there until the shouts of the combatants, the rattling of the fire
arms and the thundering tread of the horses had ceased.
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Chapter 7.
The Games Afoot
Follow Your Spirit
Shakespeare
The rough and unimproved face of the country,
the frequency of covers,
together with the great distance from their own country
and the facilities afforded them for rapid movements
to the different points of the war
by the undisputed command of the ocean,
had united to deter the English
from employing a heavy force in cavalry,
in their early efforts to subdue the revolted colonies.
Only one regiment of regular horse was sent from the mother country during the struggle.
But legions and independent corps were formed in different places,
as at best accorded with the views of the royal commanders,
or suited the exigency of the times.
These were not unfrequently composed of men raised in the colonies,
and at other times drafts were had from the regiments of the line,
and the soldiers were made to lay aside the musket and bayonet,
and taught to wield the saber and carbine.
One particular body of the subsidiary troops was included in this arrangement,
and the Hessian Yeagers were transformed into a core of heavy and inactive horse.
Opposed to them were the hardiest spirits of America.
Most of the cavalry regiments of the Continental Army were led and officered by gentlemen from the south.
The high and haughty courage of the commanders had communicated itself to the privates,
who were men selected with care and great attention to the service that they were intended to perform.
While the British were confined to their empty conquests in the possession of a few of the larger towns,
or marched through counties that were swept of everything like military supplies,
the light troops of their enemies had the range of the whole interior.
The sufferings of the line of the American Army were great beyond example.
But possessing the power and feeling themselves engaged in a cause which justified severity,
the cavalry officers were vigilant in providing for their wants,
and the horse were well-mounted, well-fed, and consequently eminently effective.
Perhaps the world could not furnish more brave, enterprising, and resistless core of light cavalry
than a few that were in the Continental Service at the time of which we write.
Dunwoody's men had often tried their prowess against the enemy,
and they now sat panting to be led once more against foes whom they seldom charged in vain.
Their wishes were soon to be gratified, for their commander had scarcely time to regain his seat in the saddle before a body of the enemy came sweeping round the base of the hill, which intersected the view to the south.
A few minutes enabled the major to distinguish their character. In one troop he saw the green coats of the cowboys, and in the other the leathern helmets and wooden saddles of the Yeagers.
Their numbers were about equal to the body under his immediate orders.
On reaching the open space near the cottage of Harvey Birch, the enemy halted and drew up his men in line,
evidently making preparations for a charge.
At this moment a column of foot appeared in the veil, and pressed forward to the bank of the brook
we have already mentioned.
Major Dunwoody was not less distinguished by coolness and judgment,
then were occasion offered by his dauntless intrepidity.
He at once saw his advantage, and determined to profit by it.
The column he led began slowly to retire from the field,
when the youthful German, who commanded the enemy's horse,
fearful of missing an easy conquest, gave the word to charge.
Few troops were more hardy than the cowboys.
They sprang eagerly forward in the pursuit,
with a confidence created by the retiring foe and the column in their rear.
The Hessians followed more slowly, but in better order.
The trumpets of the Virginians now sounded long and lively.
They were answered by a strain from the party in ambush
that went to the hearts of their enemies.
The column of Dunwoody wheeled in perfect order, opened,
and as the word to charge was given,
the troops of Lawton emerged from their cover,
with their leader in advance, waving his saber over his head and shouting in a voice that was heard
above the clangor of the martial music.
The charge threatened too much for the refugee troop.
They scattered in every direction, flying from the field as fast of their horses the chosen
beasts of Westchester could carry them.
Only a few were hurt, but such as did meet the arms of their avenging countrymen,
never survived the blow to tell who struck it.
It was upon the poor vassals of the German tyrant that the shock fell.
Disciplined to the most exact obedience,
these ill-fated men met the charge bravely,
but they were swept before the meddled horses
and the nervous arms of their antagonists,
like chaff before the wind.
Many of them were literally ridden down,
and Dunwoody soon saw the field without an opposing foe.
The proximity of the infantry prevented pursuit, and behind its column the few Hesians who escaped unhurt sought protection.
The more cunning refugees dispersed in small bands, taking various and devious routes back to their old station in front of Harlem.
Many was the sufferer in cattle, furniture, and person that was created by this route, for the dispersion of a troop of cowboys,
was only the extension of an evil.
Such a scene could not be expected to be acted so near them,
and the inmates of the cottage take no interest in the result.
In truth, the feelings it excited pervaded every bosom from the kitchen to the parlor.
Terror and horror had prevented the ladies from being spectators,
but they did not feel the less.
Francis continued lying in the posture we have mentioned, offering up fervent and incoherent
petitions for the safety of her countrymen.
Although in her inmost heart, she had personified her nation by the graceful image of Peyton
Dunwoody.
Her aunt and sister were less exclusive in their devotions, but Sarah began to feel, as the
horrors of war were thus brought home to her senses, less pleasure in her age.
anticipated triumphs. The inmates of Mr. Wharton's kitchen were four, namely Caesar and his spouse,
their granddaughter at Jet Black Damsel of twenty, and the boy before alluded to. The blacks were
the remnants of a race of Negroes who had been entailed on his estate from Mr. Wharton's maternal
ancestors, who were descended from the early Dutch colonists. Time, depravity, and death had reduced
them to this small number, and the boy, who was white, had been added by Miss Peyton to the establishment
as an assistant, to perform the ordinary services of a footman.
Caesar, after first using the precaution to place himself under the cover of an angle in the wall
for a screen against any roving bullet which might be traversing the air,
became an amused spectator of the skirmish.
The sentinel on the piazza was at the distance of but a few feet from him,
and he entered into the spirit of the chase with all the ardor of a tried bloodhound.
He noticed the approach of the black in his judicious position with a smile of contempt
as he squared himself towards the enemy,
offering his unprotected breast to any dangers which might come.
After considering the arrangement of Caesar for a moment,
with ineffable disdain, the dragoon said with great coolness.
You seem very careful of that beautiful person of yours, Mr. Bluskin.
A bullet heard a colored man as much as a white, muttered the black, Sir Lily,
casting a glance of much satisfaction at his rampart.
Suppose I make an experiment, returned the Sentinel.
As he spoke, he deliberately drew a pistol from,
his belt and leveled it at the black.
Caesar's chief chattered at the appearance
of the dragoon, although he believed
nothing serious was intended.
At this moment, the column of Dunwoody began
to retire, and the royal cavalry
commenced their charge.
There, Mr. Light Horseman,
said Caesar eagerly, who believed
the Americans were retiring in earnest.
Why, you rebels don't fight.
See? See how King George's
men make Major Dunwoody run.
Good gentleman, too, but he don't like to fight a wriggler.
Damn, you're reglers, cried the other fiercely.
Wait a minute, Blackie, and you'll see Captain Jack Lotton come out from behind yonder
hill and scatter these cowboys like wild geese who lost their leader.
Caesar supposed the party under Lotton to have sought the shelter of the hill from
motives similar to that which had induced him to place the wall between himself and the
battleground, but the fact soon verified the trooper's prophecy, and the black witnessed,
with consternation, the total rout of the royal horse.
The sentinel manifested his exultation at the success of his comrades with loud shouts,
which soon brought his companion, who had been left in the more immediate charge of Henry
Wharton, to the open window of the parlor.
"'See, Tom, see?' cried the delighted trooper.
how captain lawton makes that hesson's leather cap fly and now the major has killed the officer's horse zounds why didn't he kill the dutchman and save the horse
a few pistols were discharged at the flying cowboys and a spent bullet broke a pane of glass within a few feet of caesar imitating the posture of the great tempter of our race the black sought the protection of the inside of the building and immediately ascended to the parlor
the lawn in front of the locusts was hidden from the view of the road by a close line of shrubbery and the horses of the true degroons had been left linked together under its shelter to await the movements of their masters
at this moment two cowboys who had been cut off from the retreat to their own party rode furiously through the gate with an intention of escaping to the open wood in the rear of the cottage
the victorious americans pressed the retreating germans until they had driven them under the protection of the fire of the infantry and feeling themselves in the privacy of the lawn relieved from any immediate danger
the predatory warriors yielded to a temptation that few of the corps were ever known to resist opportunity and horse-flesh with a hardihood and presence of mind that could only exist from long practice in similar scenes
they made toward their intended prizes by an almost spontaneous movement they were busily engaged in separating the fastenings of the horses when the trooper on the piazza discharged his pistols and rushed sword in hand to the rescue
the entrance of caesar into the parlor had induced the wary dragoon within to turn his attention more closely on his prisoner but this new interruption drew him again to the window
He threw his body out of the building, and with dreadful imprecations endeavored by his threats and appearance to frighten the marauders from their prey.
The moment was enticing.
Three hundred of his comrades were within a mile of the cottage.
Unridden horses were running at large in every direction.
And Henry Wharton seized the unconscious sentinel by his legs and threw him headlong into the lawn.
Caesar vanished from the room and drew a bolt of the outer door.
The fall of the soldier was not great, and recovering his feet he turned his fury for a moment on his prisoner.
To scale the window in the face of such an enemy was, however, impossible, and on trial he found the main entrance barred.
His comrade now called loudly upon him for aid, and forgetful of everything else, the discomfited trooper
rushed to his assistance. One horse was instantly liberated, but the other was already fastened to the saddle
of a cowboy, and the four retired behind the building, cutting furiously at each other with their sabers,
and making the air resound with their imprecations. Caesar threw the outer door open,
and pointing to the remaining horse that was quietly biting the faded erbage of the lawn,
he exclaimed,
"'Run! Now run! Massa Harry, run!'
"'Yes!' cried the youth as he vaulted into the saddle.
"'Now, indeed, my honest fellow, is the time to run!'
He beckoned hastily to his father, who stood at the window in speechless anxiety,
with his hands extended toward his child and the attitude of benediction,
and adding, "'God bless you, Caesar!
"'Salute the girls!'
He dashed through the gate with the rapidity of lightning.
the african watched him with anxiety as he gained the highway saw him inclined to the right and riding furiously under the brow of some rocks which on that side rose perpendicularly disappear behind a projection which soon hid him from view
the delighted caesar closed the door pushing bold after bolt and turning the key until it would turn no more soliloquising the whole time on the happy escape of his young master
how well he ride teach him good deal myself salute a young lady miss fanny wouldn't let old colored man kiss a red cheek
When the fortune of the day was decided, and the time arrived for the burial of the dead,
two cowboys and a Virginian were found in the rear of the locusts, to be included in the number.
Happily for Henry Wharton, the searching eyes of his captors were examining, through a pocket-glass,
the column of infantry that still held its position on the bank of the stream,
while the remnants of the Heshen Yeagers were seeking its friendly protection.
His horse was of the best blood of Virginia, and carried him with the swiftness of the wind along the valley.
And the heart of the youth was already beating tumultuously with pleasure at his deliverance,
when a well-known voice reached his startled ear, crying aloud.
"'Avely done, Captain, don't spare the whip, and turn to your left before you cross the brook.'
Wharton turned his head in surprise, and saw, sitting on the point of a jutting rock,
that commanded a bird's-eye view of the valley, his former guide, Harvey Birch.
His pack, much diminished in size, lay at the feet of the peddler, who waved his hat to the youth
exultingly as the latter flew by him.
The English captain took the advice of this mysterious being, and finding a good road
which led to the highway that intersected the valley, turned down its direction, and was
soon opposite to his friends. The next minute he crossed the bridge and stopped his charger before
his old acquaintance, Colonel Wellmere, Captain Wharton, exclaimed the astonished commander of the
English troops, dressed in Mohair and mounted on a rebel dragoon horse. Are you from the clouds in
this attire, and in such a style? Thank God, cried the youth, recovering his breath. I'm safe,
and have escaped from the hands of my enemies.
But five minutes since, and I was a prisoner,
and threatened with the gallows.
The gallows, Captain Wharton,
surely those traitors to the king would never dare
to commit another murder in cold blood.
Is it not enough that they took the life of André?
Wherefore did they threaten you with a similar fate?
Under the pretense of a similar offense,
said the captain,
briefly explaining to the group of listeners,
the manner of his capture, the grounds of his personal apprehensions, and the method of his escape.
By the time he had concluded his narration, the fugitive Germans were collected in the rear of the column of infantry,
and Colonel Wellmere cried aloud,
From my soul I congratulate you, my brave friend,
Mercy is a quality with which these traitors are unacquainted,
and you are doubly unfortunate in escaping from their hands uninjured.
"'Prepare yourself to grant me your assistance,
"'and I will soon afford you a noble revenge.'
"'I do not think there was danger of personal outrage to any man, Colonel Wellmere,
"'from a party that Major Dunwoody commands,' returned Young Wharton,
"'with a slight glow on his face.
"'His character is above the imputation of such an offence.
"'Neither do I think it altogether prudent
"'to cross this brook into the open plain,
"'in the face of those virgines,
Virginian horse, flush as they must be with the success they have just obtained.
Do you call the rout of those irregulars and those sluggish hessians a deed to boast of?'
said the other, with a contemptuous smile.
"'You speak of the affair, Captain Wharton, as if your boasted Mr. Dunwoody, for major he is none,
had discomfited the bodyguards of your king.'
and i must be allowed to say colonel wellmere that if the body-guards of my king were in yon field they would meet a foe that it would be dangerous to despise sir my boasted mr dunwoody is the pride of washington's army as a cavalry
cried henry with warmth dunwoody dunwoody dunwoody repeated the colonel slowly surely i have met the gentleman before
"'I have been told you once saw him for a moment at the town residence of my sisters,'
replied Wharton, with a lurking smile.
"'Ah, I do remember me of such a youth.
And does the most potent Congress of these rebellious colonies entrust their soldiers to the leading
of such a warrior?'
Asked the commander of Jan Heshen horse, whether he thinks Major Dunwoody worthy of the confidence.
Colonel Wellmere was far from wanting that kind of pride which makes a man bear himself bravely in the presence of his enemies.
He had served in America a long time, without ever meeting with any but new-raised levees or the militia of the country.
These would sometimes fight, and that fearlessly, but they, as often, chose to run away without pulling a trigger.
He was too apt to judge from externals, and thought it impossible for him.
for men whose gaiters were so clean, whose tread so regular, and who wheeled with so much accuracy,
to be beaten.
In addition to all these, they were Englishmen, and their success was certain.
Colonel Wellmere had never been kept much in the field, or these notions which he had brought
with him from home, and which had been greatly increased by the vaping of a garrisoned
town, would have long since vanished.
he listened to the warm reply of captain wharton with a supercilious smile and then inquired you would not have us retire sir before these boasted horsemen without doing something that may deprive them in a part of the glory which you appear to think they have gained
i would have you advised colonel wellmere of the danger you are about to encounter danger is but an unseemly word for a soldier continued the british commander with a sneer
and one as little dreaded by the sixtieth as any corps who wear the royal livery cried henry wharton fiercely give but the word to charge and let our actions speak
"'Now again I know my young friend,' cried Wellmere soothingly.
"'But if you have anything to say before we fight,
"'that can in any matter help us in our attack, we'll listen.
"'Do you know the force of the rebels? Are there more of them in ambush?'
"'Yes,' replied the youth, chafing still under the other sneers,
"'in the skirt of this wood on our right are a small party of foot.
"'Their horse are all before you.'
where they will not continue long cried wellmere turning to the few officers around him gentlemen we shall cross the stream and column and deploy on the plain beyond or else we shall not be able to entice these valiant yankees within the reach of our muskets
Captain Warden, I claim your assistance as an aide-de-camp.
The youth shook his head in disapprobation of a movement which his good sense taught him was rash,
but prepared with alacrity to perform his duty in the impending trial.
During this conversation, which was held at a small distance in advance of the British column,
and in full view of the Americans, Dunwoody had been collecting his scattered troops,
securing his few prisoners, and retiring to the ground where he had been posted at the first appearance of his enemy.
Satisfied with the success he had already obtained, and believing the English too wary to give him an opportunity of harassing them further,
he was about to withdraw the guides, and leaving a strong party on the ground to watch the movements of the regulars,
to fall back a few miles to a favorable place for taking up his quarters for the night.
Captain Lawton was reluctantly listening to the reasoning of his commander, and had brought out his favorite glass to see if no opening could be found for an advantageous attack, when he suddenly exclaimed,
"'How's this? A blue coat among those scarlet gentry? As I hope to live to see old Virginia, it is my masquerading friend of the sixtieth, the handsome Captain Wharton, escaped from two of my best men.'
not done speaking, when the survivor of these heroes joined his troop, bringing with him his
own horse and those of the cowboys.
He reported the death of his comrade and the escape of his prisoner.
As the deceased was the immediate sentinel over the person of young Wharton, and the other
was not to be blamed for defending the horses which were more particularly under his care,
His captain heard him with uneasiness, but without anger.
This intelligence made an entire change in the views of Major Dunwoody.
He saw at once that his own reputation was involved in the escape of his prisoner.
The order to recall the guides was countermanded, and he now joined his second in command,
watching as eagerly as the impetuous Lawton himself for some opening to assail his foe to advantage.
two hours before, and Dunwoody had felt the chance which made Henry Wharton his captive
as the severest blow he had ever sustained. Now he panted for an opportunity in which, by risking
his own life, he might recapture his friend. All other considerations were lost in the goadings
of a wounded spirit, and he might have soon emulated Lawton in hardihood had not well
and his troops at this moment crossed the brook into the open plain there cried the delighted captain as he pointed out the movement with his finger there comes john bull into the mousetrap and with eyes wide open
surely said dunwoody eagerly he will not deploy his column on that flat wharton must tell him of the ambush but if he does we will not leave him a dozen sound skins in his battalion interrupted the other springing into his saddle
The truth was soon apparent, for the English column, after advancing for a short distance on the level land,
deployed with an accuracy that would have done them honor on a field day in their own Hyde Park.
"'Pare to mount!' cried Dunwoody,
the last word being repeated by Lawton in a tone that rang in the ears of Caesar,
who stood at the open window of the cottage.
The black recoiled in dismay,
having lost all his confidence in Captain Lawton's timidity,
for he thought he yet saw him emerging from his cover,
and waving his sword on high.
As the British line advanced slowly, and in exact order,
the guides opened a galling fire.
It began to annoy that part of the royal troops,
which was nearest to them.
Well, Mear listened to the advice of the veteran,
who was next to him in rank,
and ordered two companies to dislodge the American foot from their hiding-place,
The movement created a slight confusion, and Dunwoody seized the opportunity to charge.
No ground could be more favorable for the maneuvers of horse, and the attack of the Virginians was irresistible.
It was aimed chiefly at the bank opposite to the wood, in order to clear the Americans from the fire of their friends who were concealed,
and it was completely successful.
Wellmere, who was on the left of his line, was overthrown by the impetuous fury of his assailants.
Dunwoody was in time to save him from the impending blow of one of his men, and raised him from the ground,
had him placed on a horse, and delivered to the custody of his orderly.
The officer who had suggested the attack upon the guides had been entrusted with its execution,
but the menace was sufficient for these irregulares.
In fact, their duty was performed, and they retired along the skirt of the wood with intent
to regain their horses, which had been left under a guard at the upper end of the valley.
The left of the British line was outflanked by the Americans, who doubled in their rear
and thus made the route in that quarter total.
But the second in command, perceiving how the battle went, promptly wheeled his party and
threw in a heavy fire on the dragoons as they passed him to the church.
charge. With this party was Henry Wharton, who had volunteered to assist in dispersing the guides.
A ball struck his bride-alarm and compelled him to change hands. As the dragoons dashed by them,
rending the air with their shouts, and with trumpets sounding a lively strain, the charger ridden by the
youth became ungovernable. He plunged, reared, and his rider being unable with his wounded arm to
managed the impatient animal.
Henry Wharton found himself, in less than a minute,
unwillingly riding by the side of Captain Lawton.
The dragoon comprehended at a glance the ludicrous situation of his new comrade,
but had only time to cry aloud before they plunged into the English line,
The horse knows the righteous cause better than his rider.
Captain Wharton, you are welcome to the ranks of freedom.
No time was lost, however, by Lawton, after the charge was completed, in securing his prisoner
again. And perceiving him to be hurt, he directed him to be conveyed to the rear. The Virginian
troopers dealt out their favors with no gentle hands, on that part of the royal foot,
who were thus left in a great measure at their mercy. Dunwoody, observing that the remnant
of the Hessians had again ventured on the plain, led on in pursuit, and easily over to
taking their light and half-fed horses soon destroyed the remainder of the detachment.
In the meanwhile, great numbers of the English, taking advantage of the smoke and confusion in the
field, were enabled to get in the rear of their body of their countrymen, which still preserved
its order in a line parallel to the wood, but which had been obliged to hold its fire, with the
fear of injuring friends as well as foes. The fugitives were directed to
form a second line within the wood itself, and under cover of the trees.
This arrangement was not yet completed when Captain Lawton called to a youth who commanded
the other troop left with that part of the force which remained on the ground, and proposed
charging the unbroken line of the British. The proposal was as promptly accepted as it had
been made, and the troops were arrayed for the purpose. The eagerness of their leader prevented the
preparations necessary to ensure success. And the horse, receiving a destructive fire as they advanced,
were thrown into additional confusion. Both Lawton and his more juvenile comrade fell at this discharge.
Fortunately for the credit of the Virginians, Major Dunwoody re-entered the field at this critical
instant. He saw his troops in disorder. At his feet lay weltering in blood, George Singleton,
a youth endeared to him by numberless virtues. And Lawton was unhorsed and stretched on the plain.
The eye of the youthful warrior flashed fire. Riding between this squadron and the enemy,
in a voice that reached the hearts of his dragoons, he recalled them to their duty. His presence
and word acted like magic.
The clamor of voices ceased.
The line was formed promptly and with exactitude.
The charge sounded,
and, led on by their commander,
the Virginians swept across the plain
with an impetuosity that nothing could withstand,
and the field was instantly cleared of the enemy.
Those who were not destroyed sought a shelter in the woods.
Dunwoody slowly withdrew from the fire of the English
who were covered by the trees, and commence the painful duty of collecting his dead and wounded.
The sergeant charged with conducting Henry Wharton to a place where he might procure
a surgical aid set about performing his duty with alacrity, in order to return as soon as possible
to the scene of strife. They had not reached the middle of the plain before the captain
noticed a man whose appearance and occupation forcibly arrested his attention.
His head was bald and bare, but a well-powdered wig was to be seen, half-concealed, in the pocket of his breeches.
His coat was off, and his arms were naked to the elbow.
Blood had disfigured much of his dress, and his hands, and even face bore this mark of his profession.
In his mouth was a cigar.
In his right hand, some instruments of strange formation.
and in his left the remnants of an apple, with which he occasionally relieved the duty of the before-mentioned cigar.
He was standing lost in contemplation of a Hessian, who lay breathless before him.
At a little distance were three or four of the guides, leaning on their muskets and straining their eyes in the direction of the combatants.
and at his elbow stood a man who, from the implements in his hand, seemed an assistant.
"'There, sir, is the doctor,' said the attendant of Henry, very coolly.
"'He will patch up your arm in the twinkling of an eye.'
And beckoning to the guides to approach, he whispered and pointed to his prisoner,
and then galloped furiously toward his comrades.
Wharton advanced to the side of this strange figure, and observing himself to be unnoticed,
was about to request his assistance, when the other broke silence in a soliloquy.
Now I know this man to have been killed by Captain Lawton, as well as if I had seen him strike the blow.
How often have I strove to teach him the manner in which he can disable his adversary without destroying life!
It is cruel, thus unnecessarily, to cut off the human race.
And furthermore, such blows as these render professional assistance unnecessary.
It is, in a measure, treating the lights of science with disrespect.
If, sir, your leisure will admit, said Henry Wharton,
I must beg your attention to a slight hurt.
"'Oh!' cried the other, starting, and examining him from head to foot.
"'You are from the field below. Is there much business there, sir?'
"'Indeed,' answered Henry, accepting the offer of the surgeon to assist in removing his coat.
"'Tis a stirring time.'
"'Stirring,' repeated the surgeon, busily employed with his dressings.
"'You give me great pleasure, sir, for some sort of a stirring, for some sort of the surgeon,
So long as they can stir, there must be life.
And while there is life, you know, there is hope.
But here my art is of no use.
I did put in the brains of one patient,
but I rather think the man must have been dead before I saw him.
It is a curious case, sir.
I will take you to see it.
Only across the fence there,
where you may perceive so many bodies together.
Ah, the ball has been.
has glanced around the bone without shattering it.
You are fortunate in falling into the hands of an old practitioner,
or you might have lost this limb.
Indeed, said Henry with a slight uneasiness.
I did not apprehend the injury to be so serious.
Oh, the hurt is not bad, but you have such a pretty arm for an operation.
The pleasure of the thing might have tempted a novice.
The devil!
cried the captain.
Can there be any pleasure in mutilating a fellow creature?
Sir, said the surgeon with gravity,
a scientific amputation is a very pretty operation,
and doubtless might tempt a younger man, in the hurry of business,
to overlook all the particulars of the case.
Further conversation was interrupted by the appearance of the dragoons,
slowly marching towards their former halting place,
and new applications from the slightly wounded soldiers who now came riding in, making hasty demands on the skill of the doctor.
The guides took charge of Wharton, and with a heavy heart the young man retraced his steps to his father's cottage.
The English had lost in the several charges about one-third of their foot, but the remainder were rallied in the wood,
and Dunwoody, perceiving them to be too strongly posted to a sale, had left a strong party with Captain Lawton, with orders to watch their motions, and to seize every opportunity to harass them before they re-embarked.
Intelligence had reached the major of another party being out, by the way of the Hudson, and his duty required that he should hold himself in readiness to defeat the intentions of these also.
Captain Lawton received his orders with strong injunctions to make no assault on the foe,
unless a favorable chance should offer.
The injury received by this officer was in the head, being stunned by a glancing bullet,
and parting with a laughing declaration from the Major that if he again forgot himself,
they should all think him more materially hurt, each took his own course.
The British were a light party without baggage that had been sent out to destroy certain stores understood to be collecting for the use of the American army.
They now retired through the woods to the heights, and, keeping the route along their summits, in places unassailable by cavalry, commenced a retreat to their boats.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 8, read by Hugh McGuire.
With fire and sword, the country round was wasted far and wide, and many childling.
Mother then, and newborn infant died, but things like these, you know, must be at every famous victory.
Poem by Southie.
the last sounds of the combat died on the ears of the anxious listeners in the cottage and were succeeded by the stillness of suspense francis had continued by herself striving to exclude the uproar and vainly endeavouring to summer resolution to meet the dreaded results
The ground where the charge on the foot had taken place was but a short mile from the locusts,
and in the intervals of the musketry, the cries of the soldiers had even reached the ears of its inhabitants.
After witnessing the escape of his son, Mr. Wharton, had joined his sister and eldest daughter in their retreat,
and the three continued fearfully waiting for news from the field.
unable longer to remain under the painful uncertainty of her situation
Francis soon added herself to the uneasy group
and Caesar was directed to examine into the state of things without
and report on whose banner's victory had alighted.
The father now briefly related to his astonished children the circumstances
and manner of their brother's escape.
They were yet in the freshness of their surprise when the door was.
opened, and Captain Wharton, attended by a couple of the guides, and followed by the black,
stood before them.
Henry, my son, my son, cried the agitated parents, stretching out his arms, yet unable to
rise from his seat.
What is it, I see?
Are you again a captive and in danger of your life?
The better fortune of these rebels has prevailed, said the youth, endeavoring to force a cheerful
smile and taking a hand of each of his distressed sisters. I strove nobly for my liberty,
but the perverse spirit of rebellion has even lighted on their horses. The steed I mounted
carried me, greatly against my will, I acknowledge, into the very center of Dunwoody's men.
And you were again captured, continued the father, casting a fearful glance on the armed
attendants who had entered the room. That, sir, you may safely,
say. This Mr. Lawton, who sees so far, had me in custody again immediately.
Why you no hold him in, Massa Harry, cried Caesar pettishly.
That, said Wharton, smiling, was a thing easier said than done. Mr. Caesar, especially as
these gentlemen, glancing his eyes at the guides, had seen proper to deprive me of the use
of my better arm.
Wounded!
Exclaimed both sisters in a breath.
A mere scratch, but disabling me
at the most critical moment,
continued the brother,
kindly and stretching out the injured limb
to manifest the truth of his declaration.
Caesar threw a look of bitter animosity
on the irregular warriors
who were thought to have had an agency
in the dead and left the room.
A few more words suffice to explain all
that Captain Wharton knew, relative to the fortune of the day, the result, he thought, yet doubtful.
For when he left the ground, the Virginians were retiring from the field of battle.
They had treed the squirrel, said one of the sentinels abruptly,
and didn't quit the ground without leaving a good hound for the chase when he comes down.
Aye, added his comrade dryly,
I'm thinking Captain Lawton will count the noses of what are left before they see their whale-boats.
votes. Francis had stood supporting herself by the back of a chair during this dialogue, catching in breathless anxiety, every syllable as it was uttered. Her color changed rapidly. Her limbs shook under her, until with desperate resolution she inquired,
"'Is any officer hurt on either side?'
"'Yes,' answered the man cavalierly. These southern youths are so full of metal that it seldom we fight but one or two gets knocked over.
one of the wounded who came up before the troops told me the captain singleton was killed and major dunwoody francis heard no more but fell lifeless in the chair behind her the attention of her friend soon revived her when the captain turning to the man said fearfully
surely major dunwoody is unheard never fear him added the guide disregarding the agitation of the family they say a man who is born to be hanged will never be drowned if a bullet could kill the major he would have been dead long ago
i was going to say that the major is in a sad taking because of the captains being killed but had i known how much store the lady set by him i wouldn't have been so plain spoken francis now rose quickly from her seat with cheeks glowing with confusion
and leaning on her aunt was about to retire when Dunwoody himself appeared.
The first emotion of the agitated girl was unalloyed happiness.
In the next instant she shrank back appalled from the unusual expression that reigned in his countenance.
The sternness of battle yet sat on his brow.
His eye was fixed and severe.
The smile of affection that used to lighten his dark features on meeting his mistress
was supplanted by the lowering look of care.
His whole soul seemed to be absorbed in one engrossing emotion,
and he proceeded at once to his object.
Mr. Wharton, he earnestly began,
in times like these we need not stand on idle ceremony.
One of my officers, I'm afraid, is hurt mortally,
and, presuming, on your hospitality I have brought him to your door.
I am happy, sir, that you have done so, said Mr. Wharton,
at once perceiving the importance of,
conciliating the American troops.
The necessitous are always welcome, and doubly so,
in being the friend of Major Dunwitty.
Sir, I thank you for myself,
and in behalf of him who is unable to render you his thanks,
returned the other hastily.
If you please, we will have him conducted
where the surgeon may see and report on his case without delay.
To this there could be no objection,
and Francis felt a chill at her heart,
as her lover withdrew,
without casting a solitary look on herself.
There is a devotedness in female love that admits no rivalry.
All the tenderness of the heart, all the powers of the imagination,
are enlisted in behalf of the tyrant passion,
and where all is given much has looked for in return.
Francis had spent hours of anguish, of torture on account of Dunwoody,
and he now met her without a smile and left her without a greeting.
The ardor of her feeling was unabated, but the elasticity of her hopes was weakened,
and the supporters of the nearly lifeless body of Dunwoody's friend, passed her,
in their way to the apartment prepared for his reception.
She caught a view of this seeming rival.
His pale and ghastly countenance, sunken eye and difficult breathing,
gave her a glimpse of death in its most fearful form.
Dunwoody was by his side and held his hand,
giving frequent and stern injunctions to the men to proceed with care,
and in short, manifesting all the solicitude,
that the most tender friendship could on such an occasion inspire.
Francis moved lightly before them,
and, with an averted face, she held open the door for their passage to the bed.
It was only as the Major touched her garments on entering the room
that she ventured to raise her mild blue eyes to his face.
But the glance was unreturned,
and Francis unconsciously sighed as she sought the solitude of her own apartment.
Captain Wharton voluntarily gave a pledge to his keepers not to attempt again escaping,
and then proceeded to execute those duties on behalf of his father, which were thought necessary in a host.
On entering the passage for that purpose, he met the operator who had so dexterously dressed his arm,
advancing to the room of the wounded officer.
Ah, cried the disciple of Escalapius, I see you are doing well, but stop.
Have you a pin? No. Here I have one.
You must keep the cold air from your hurt,
or some of the youngsters will be at work at you yet.
God forbid, muttered the captain in an undertone,
attentively adjusting the bandages,
when Dudwitty appeared at the door and patiently crying aloud,
"'Hasten, sit grieves, hasten,
"'or George Singleton will die from loss of blood.'
"'What? Singleton? God forbid, bless me.
"'Is it George? Poor little George!' exclaimed the surgeon,
as he quickened his pace with evident concern
and hastened to the side of the bed.
He is alive, though, and while there is life, there is hope.
This is the first serious case I've had today,
where the patient was not already dead.
Captain Lawton teaches his men to strike
with so little discretion.
Poor George, bless me.
It is a musket bullet.
The youthful sufferer turned his eyes on the man of science,
and with a faint smile endeavored to stretch forth his hand.
There was an appeal
in the look and action that touched the heart of the operator. The surgeon removed his spectacles
to wipe an unusual moisture from his eyes, and proceed carefully to the discharge of his duties.
While the previous arrangements were, however, making, he gave vent in some measure to his feelings
by saying, When it is only a bullet, I have always some hopes. There is a chance that it hits
nothing vital, but bless me, Captain Lawton's men cut so at random, generally seven,
the jugular or the cartoid artery, or let out the brains and all are so difficult to remedy.
The patient mostly dying before one can get at him.
I never had success but once in replacing a man's brains, although I have tried three this very day.
It is easy to tell where Lawton's troops charge in a battle. They cut so at random.
The group around the bed of Captain Singleton were too much accustomed to the manner of their surgeon to regard or
to reply to his soliloquy.
But they quietly awaited the moment when he was to commence his examination.
This now took place, and Dunwoody stood looking the operator in the face,
with an expression that seemed to read his soul.
The patient shrank from the application of the probe,
and a smile stole over the features of the surgeon as he muttered.
There has been nothing before it in that quarter.
He now applied himself in earnest to his work,
took off his spectacles, and threw aside his wig.
all this time dunwoody stood in feverish silence holding one of the hands of the sufferer in both his own watching the countenance of doctor sit grieves
at length singleton gave a slight groan and the surgeon rose with alacrity and said aloud ah there is some pleasure in following a bullet it may be said to meander through the human body injuring nothing vital but as for captain lawton's men speak interrupted dunwoody is there hope
Can you find the ball?
It is no difficult matter to find that which one has in his hand, Major Dunwoody, replied the surgeon, coolly, preparing his dressing.
It took what that literal fellow, Captain Lawton, calls a circumbendious, a root never taken by the swords of his men,
notwithstanding the multiplied pains I have been at to teach him how to cut scientifically.
Now I saw a horse this day with his head half severed from his body.
That, said Dunwoody, is the blest.
blood rushed to his cheeks again, and his dark eyes sparkled with the rays of hope,
was some of my handiwork. I killed that horse myself.
You exclaimed the surgeon, dropping his dressings in surprise. You, but you knew it was a horse.
I had such suspicions I own, said the Major is smiling and holding a beverage to the lips of his friend.
Such blows alighting on the human framer, fatal, continued the doctor, pursuing his business.
They said it not the benefits which flow from the lights of science.
They are useless in a battle for disabling your foe is all that is required.
I have sat, Major Dunwoody, many a cold hour while Captain Lawton has been engaged,
and after all my expectation not a single case worth recording has occurred.
All scratches or death wounds.
Ah, the sabre is a sad weapon and unskilful hands.
Yes, Major Dunwoody, many are the hours.
I have thrown away in endeavoring to impress this truth on Captain John Lawton.
The impatient major pointed silently to his friend, and the surgeon quickened his movements.
Ah, poor George, it is a narrow chance, but he was interrupted by a messenger,
requiring the presence of the commanding officer in the field.
Dunwoody pressed the hand of his friend and beckoned the doctor to follow him as he withdrew.
What thank you, he whispered, on reaching the passage. Will he live?
He will.
Thank God, cried the youth, hastening below.
Then Woody for a moment joined the family
who were now collecting in the ordinary parlor.
His face was no longer wanting in smiles,
and his salutations, though hasty, were cordial.
He took no notice of the escape and capture of Henry Wharton,
but seemed to think the young man had continued
where he left him before the encounter.
On the ground they had not met,
the English officer withdrew.
drew in haughty silence into a window, leaving the major uninterrupted to make his communications.
The excitement produced by the events of the day and the youthful feelings of the sisters
had been succeeded by a languor that kept them both silent, and Dunwoody held his discourse
with Miss Peyton. Is there any hope, my cousin, that your friend can survive his wound?
said the lady advancing towards her kinsman with a smile of benevolent regard.
Everything, my dear madam, everything, answered the soldier cheerfully.
Sitgreave says he will live, and he has never deceived me.
Your pleasure is not much greater than my own at this intelligence.
One so dear to Major Dunwoody cannot fail to excite an interest in the bosom of his friends.
Say one so deservedly dear, madam, return the Major with warmth.
he is the beneficent spirit of the core equally beloved by us all so mild so equal so just so generous with the meekness of a lamb and the fondness of a dove it is only in the hour of battle that singleton is a lion you speak of him as if he were your mistress major dunwoody observed the smiling spinster glancing her eye at her niece who sat pale and listening in a corner of the room
i love him as one cried the excited youth but he requires care and nursing all now depends on the attention he receives trust me sir he will want for nothing under this roof
pardon me madam you are all that is benevolent but singleton requires a care which many men would feel to be irksome it is at moments like these and in suffering like this that the soldier most finds the want of a female tenderness
As he spoke, he turned his eyes on Francis with an expression that again thrilled to the heart of his mistress.
She rose from her seat with burning cheeks and said,
All the attention that can with propriety be given to a stranger will be cheerfully bestowed on your friend.
Ah, cried the Major, shaking his head, that cold word, propriety will kill him.
He must be fostered, cherished, soothed.
These are the offices for a sister or a wife.
A sister, repeated the soldier, the blood rushing to his own face tumultuously.
A sister! He has a sister, and one that might be here with tomorrow's son.
He paused, mused in silence, glanced his eyes uneasily at Francis, and muttered in an undertone.
Singleton requires it, and it must be done.
The ladies had watched his varying countenance in some surprise, and Miss Payton now observed that
if there were a sister of Captain Singleton near them, her presently,
presence would be gladly requested by both herself and nieces.
It must be, madam. It cannot well be otherwise, replied Dunwoody, with a hesitation that,
but ill agreed with his former declarations. She shall be sent for express this very night,
and then, as if willing to change the subject, he approached Captain Wharton and continued
mildly. Henry Wharton, to me honor is dearer than life, but in your hands I know it can safely
be confided.
Remain here unwatched
until we leave the county,
which will not be for some days.
The distance in the manner
of the English officer vanished,
and taking the offered hand of the other,
he replied with warmth,
your generous confidence,
Peyton, will not be abused,
even though the gibbet on which your Washington
hung Andre will be ready
for my own execution.
Henry, Henry Wharton,
said Dunwoody reproachfully,
you little know the man who leads our armies, or you would have spared him that reproach,
but duty calls me without, I leave you where I could wish to stay myself,
and where you cannot be wholly unhappy.
In passing Francis, she received another of those smiling looks of affection.
She's so much prized.
And for a season, the impression made by his appearance, after the battle was forgotten.
Among the veterans that had been impelled by the times to abandon the quiet of age
for the service of their country was Colonel Singleton.
He was a native of Georgia and had been, for the earlier years of his life, a soldier by profession.
When the struggle for liberty commenced, he offered his services to his country,
and from respect to his character they had been accepted.
His years in health had, however, prevented his discharging the active duties of the field,
and he had been kept in command of different posts of trust,
where his country might receive the benefits,
of his vigilance and fidelity without inconvenience to himself.
For the last year he had been entrusted with the passes into the highlands
and was now quartered with his daughter,
but a short day's march above the valley where Dunwoody had met the enemy.
His only other child was the wounded officer we have mentioned.
Thither then, the major prepared to dispatch a message
with the unhappy news of the captain's situation,
in charge with such an invitation from the ladies
as he did not doubt would speedily bring the sister to the couch of her brother.
This duty performed, though with an unwillingness that only could make his former anxiety more perplexing,
Dunwoody proceeded to the field where his troops had halted.
The remnant of the English were already to be seen, over the tops of the trees,
marching along the heights towards their boats, in compact order with the great watchfulness.
The detachment of the dragoons under Lawton were a short distance on their flank,
eagerly awaiting a favorable moment to strike a blow. In this manner both parties were soon lost to view.
A short distance above the locust was a small hamlet where several roads intersected each other,
and from which, consequently, access to the surrounding country was easy.
It was a favorite halting place of the horse and frequently held by the light parties of the American army
during their excursions below. Dunwoody had been the first to discover its advantages,
and as it was necessary for him to remain in the country until further orders from above,
it cannot be supposed he overlooked them now.
To this place the troops were directed to retire, carrying with them their wounded.
Parties were already employed in the sad duty of interring the dead.
In making these arrangements, a new object of embarrassment presented itself to our young soldier.
In moving through the field, he was struck with the appearance of Colonel Wellmere,
seated by himself brooding over his misfortunes, uninterrupted by anything but the passing civilities of the American officers.
His anxiety on behalf of Singleton had hitherto banished the recollection of his captive from the mind of Dunwoody,
and he now approached him with apologies for his neglect.
The Englishman received his courtesies with coolness, and complained of being injured by what he affected to think,
was the accidental stumbling of his horse.
Dunwoody, who had seen only one of his own men, ride him down,
and that with very little ceremony, slightly smiled,
as he offered him surgical assistance.
This could only be procured at the cottage,
and thither they both proceeded.
Colonel Wellmere, cried young Morton in astonishment as they entered,
has the fortune of war been thus cruel to you also?
But you were welcome to the house of my father,
although I could wish the introduction to have taken place under more happy circumstances.
Mr. Wharton received this new guest with the guarded caution that distinguished his manner,
and Dunwoody left the room to seek the bedside of his friend.
Everything here looked propitious, and he acquainted the surgeon that another patient waited his skill in the room below.
The sound of the word was enough to set the doctor in motion, and seizing his implements of office,
he went in quest of his new applicant.
At the door of the parlor he was met by the ladies who were retiring.
Miss Peyton detained him for a moment
to inquire into the welfare of Captain Singleton.
Francis smiled with something of natural archness of manner
as she contemplated grotesque appearance of bald-headed practitioner.
But Sarah was too much agitated,
with the surprise of the unexpected interview with the British colonel to observe him.
It has already been intimated that Colonel Wellmere was an old acquaintance of the family.
Sarah had been so long absent from the city that she had, in some measure, been banished from the remembrance of the gentleman.
But the recollections of Sarah were more vivid.
There is a period in life of every woman when she may be said to be predisposed to love.
It is at the happy age when infancy is lost in opening maturity,
when the guileless heart beats with those anticipations of life
which the truth can never realize,
and when the imagination forms images of perfection
that are copied after its own unsullied visions.
At this happy age, Sarah left the city,
and she had brought with her a picture of futurity,
faintly impressed, it is true,
but which gained durability from her solitude,
and in which Wellmere had been placed in the foreground.
The surprise of the meeting had in some measure overpowered her,
and after receiving the salutations of the colonel, she had risen,
in compliance with the signal from her observant aunt to withdraw.
Then, sir, observed Miss Peyton, after listening to the surgeon's account of his young patient,
we may be flattered with the expectations that he will recover.
To certain, madam, returned the doctor,
endeavouring out of respect to the ladies to replace his wig,
"'Tis certain with care and good nursing.'
"'In those we shall not be wanting,' said the spinster mildly.
"'Everything we have can command.
"'A Major Dunwoody has dispatched an express for his sister.'
"'His sister,' echoed the practitioner with a meaning look.
"'If the major is sent for her, she will come.'
"'Her brother's danger would induce her, one would imagine.'
"'No doubt, madam,' continued the doctor, laconically,
"'bowing low and giving room to the room to the,
the ladies to pass. The words and the manner were not lost on the young sister, in whose presence
the name of Dunwoody was never mentioned unheeded.
Sir, cried Dr. Sitgreaves, on entering the parlour, addressing himself to the only coat of
scarlet in the room. I advised you are in want of my aid. God send, tis not Captain Lotton,
with whom you came in contact, in which case I may be too late. There must be some mistakes, sir,
said Wellmere hotly. It was a surgeon that made
"'Jur Dunwoody was to send me, not an old woman.
"'Tis Dr. Sitgris,' said Henry Wharton quickly,
"'though with difficulty suppressing a laugh,
"'the multitude of his engagements today
"'has prevented his usual attention to his attire.'
"'Your pardon, sir,' added Wellmere,
"'very ungraciously proceeding to lay aside his coat
"'and exhibit what he called a wounded arm.
"'If, sir,' said the surgeon dryly,
"'the degrees of Edinburgh,
"'walking your London hospitals,
amputating some hundred of limbs operating on the human frame in every shape that is warranted by the lights of science a clear conscience and the commission of the continental congress can make a surgeon i am one your pardon sir repeated the colonel stiffly captain wharton has accounted for my error
"'For which I thank, Captain Wharton,' said the surgeon,
"'proceeding coolly to arrange his amputating instruments,
"'with a formality that made the Colonel's blood run cold.
"'Where are you hurt, sir? What?
"'Is it then this scratch in your shoulder?
"'In what manner might you have received this wound, sir?'
"'From the sword of a rebel dragoon,' said the Colonel, with emphasis.
"'Never. Even the gentle George Singleton
"'would not have breathed on you so harmlessly.
He took a piece of sticking plaster from his pocket and applied it to the part.
There, sir, that will answer your purpose, and I'm certain it is all that is required of me.
What do you take to be my purpose, then, sir?
To report yourself wounded in your dispatches, replied the doctor with great steadiness,
and you may say that an old woman dressed your hurts, for if one did not, one easily might.
Very extraordinary language, muttered the Englishman.
Here Captain Wharton interfered, and by explaining the mistake of Colonel Wellmere,
to proceed from his irritated mind and pain of body.
He in parts seceded in mollifying the insulted practitioner,
who consented to further look into the hurts of the other.
They were chiefly bruises from his fall, to which sit-graves made some hasty applications and withdrew.
The horse, having taken their required refreshment,
prepared to fall back to their intended position.
and it became incumbent on Dunwoody to arrange the disposal of his prisoners.
Sit graves, he determined to leave in the cottage of Mr. Wharton
in attendance on Captain Singleton.
Henry came to him with a request that Colonel Wellmere
might also be left behind under his parole
until the troops marched higher into the country.
To this the major cheerfully assented,
and as all the rest of the prisoners were of the vulgar herd,
They were speedily collected, and, under the care of a strong guard, ordered to the interior.
The dragoons soon after marched, and the guides, separating in small parties, accompanied by patrols from the horse,
spread themselves across the country in such a manner as to make a chain of sentinels from the water of the sound to those of the Hudson.
Footnote. The scene of this tale is between these two waters, which are but a few miles from each other,
End of footnote.
Dunwoody had lingered in front of the cottage
after he paid his parting compliments
with an unwillingness to return
that he thought proceeded from his solicitude
for his wounded friends.
The heart which has not become callous
soon sickens with the glory
that has been purchased with the waste of a human life.
Peyton Dunwoody left to himself
and no longer excited by the visions
which youthful ardor
had kept before him throughout the day
began to feel there were other tired
than those which bound the soldier within the rigid rules of honor.
He did not waver in his duty, yet he felt how strong was the temptation.
His blood had ceased to flow with the impulse created by the battle.
The stern expression of his eye gradually gave place to a look of softness,
and his reflections on the victory brought with them no satisfaction
that compensated for the sacrifices by which it had been purchased.
While turning his last lingering gaze to the locusts, he remembered only that it contained all that he most valued.
The friend of his youth was a prisoner under circumstances that endangered both life and honor.
The gentle companion of his toils, who could throw around the rude enjoyments of a soldier,
the graceful mildness of peace, lay a bleeding victim to his success.
The image of the maid who had held during the day, a disputed sovereignty in his bosom,
again rose to his view with a loveliness that banished her rival, glory from his mind.
The last lagging trooper of the corps had already disappeared behind the northern hill,
and the major unwillingly turned his horse in the same direction.
Francis, impelled by restless inquietude, now timidly ventured on the piazza of the car,
The day had been mild and clear, and the sun was shining brightly in a cloudless sky.
The tumult, which so lately disturbed the valley, was succeeded by the stillness of death,
and the fair seen before her looked as if it had never been marred by the passions of men.
One solitary cloud, the collected smoke of the contest, hung over the field,
and this was gradually dispersing, leaving no vestige of the conflict above the peaceful grave,
of its victims.
All the conflicting feelings,
all the tumultuous circumstances
of the eventful day,
appeared like the deceptions
of a troubled vision.
Francis turned
and caught a glimpse of the retreating figure
of him who had been so conspicuous
an actor in the scene.
And the illusions vanished.
She recognized her lover,
and, with the truth,
came other recollections
that drove her to the room.
with a heart as sad as that which Dunwoody himself bore from the valley.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper, Chapter 9, read by Hugh Maguire.
A moment gazed adown the dale.
snuffed the tainted gale. A moment listened to the cry that thickened as the chase drew nigh.
Then, as the headmost foe appeared, with one brave bound the copse he cleared, and stretching
forward free and far, sought the wild heaths of Uamvar from Lady of the Lake.
The party under Captain Lawton had watched the retiring foe to his boats with the most
unremitting vigilance, without finding any fit opening for a charge. The experienced successor of
Colonel Wellmere knew too well the power of his enemy to leave the uneven surface of the heights,
until compelled to descend to the level of the water. Before he attempted this hazardous movement,
he threw his men into a compact square with its outer edges bristling with bayonets.
In this position, the impatient trooper well understood that bruceous,
brave men could never be assailed by cavalry with success.
And he was reluctantly obliged to hover near them
without seeing any opportunity of stopping their slow but steady march to the beach.
A small schooner, which had been their convoy from the city,
lay with their gums bearing on the place of embarkation.
Against this combination of force and discipline,
Lawton had sufficient prudence to see it would be folly to contend,
and the English were suffered to embark without molestation.
The dragoons lingered on the shore to the last moment,
and then they reluctantly commenced their own retreat back to the main body of the core.
The gathering mists of the evening had begun to darken the valley
as the detachment of Lawton made its reappearance at its southern extremity.
The march of the troops was slow, and their line extended for the benefit of ease.
In the front rode the captain, side by side with his senior subaltern, apparently engaged in close conference,
while the rear was brought up by a young cornet, humming an air,
and thinking of the sweets of a straw bed after the fatigues of a hard day's duty.
Then it struck you, too, said the captain.
The instant I placed my eyes on her, I remembered the...
face. It is one not easily forgotten. By my faith, Tom, the girl does no discredit to the major's
taste. She would do honour to the core, replied the lieutenant, with some warmth. Those blue eyes might
easily win a man in two gentler employments than this trade of ours. In sober truth,
I can easily imagine such a girl might tempt even me to quit the broadsword and saddle for a
darning needle and pillion.
Mutiny, sir, mutiny, cried the other laughing.
What, you, Tom Mason, dare to rival the gay, admired,
and with all rich Major Dunwoody in his love,
you, a lieutenant of cavalry, with but one horse,
and he none of the best, whose captain is as tough as pepperage log,
and has as many lives as a cat.
Faith, said the subaltern, smiling in his turn.
The log may yet be split
And the Grimalkin loose his lives
If you often change as madly as you did this morning
What think you of many raps from such a beetle
As laid you on your back today
Ah ha don't mention it my good Tom
The thought makes my headache
Replied the other
Shrugging up his shoulders
It is what I call for stalling night
The night of death
No sir
the night that follows day. I saw myriads of stars, things which should hide their faces in the presence of the lonely sun.
I do think nothing but this thick cap save me for your comfort a little longer.
Major the cat's lives. I have much reason to be obliged to the cap, said Mason dryly.
That or the skull must have had reasonable portion of thickness, I admit.
Come, come, Tom. You are a licensed joker, so I'll not feign anger with you, returned the
captain good-humouredly. But Singleton's lieutenant, I am fearful, will fare better than yourself
for this day's services. I believe both of us will be spared the pain of receiving promotion
purchased by the death of a comrade friend, observed Mason kindly. It was reported that Sitgreaves
said he would live. From my soul, I hope so, exclaimed Lawton. For a beardless face that boy
carries the stoutest heart I have ever met with. It surprises me, however, that we both fell at
the same instant. The men behaved so well. For the compliment, I might thank you,
cried the lieutenant with a laugh, but modesty forbids. I did my best to stop them, but without success.
Stop them, roared the captain. Would you stop the men in the middle of a charge?
I thought they were going the wrong way, answered the subaltern. Ah, our fall drove them to the right
about. It was either your fall, or apprehensions of their own, until the major rallied us
we were in admirable disorder.
Dunwoody, the major was on the crupper of the Dutchman.
Ah, but he managed to get off the crupper of the Dutchman.
He came in at half speed with the other two troops
and riding between us and the enemy
with that imperative way he has when rouse
brought us in line in the twinkling of an eye
than it was, added the lieutenant with animation,
that we sent John Bull to the bushes.
Oh, it was sweet charge, heads and tent.
tales until we were upon them.
The devil, what a sight I missed.
You slept through it all.
Yes, returned the other with a sigh.
It was all lost to me and poor George Singleton.
But, Tom, what will George's sisters say to this fair-haired maiden in yonder white building?
Hang herself in her garters, said the subaltern.
I owe a proper respect to my superiors, but two such angels are more than justly.
falls to the share of one man, unless he be a Turk or a Hindu.
Yes, yes, said the captain quickly.
The major is ever preaching morality to the youngsters,
but he is a sly fellow in the main.
Do you observe how fondy is of the crossroads above this valley?
Now, if I were to halt the troops twice in the same place,
you would all swear there was a petticoat in the wind.
Well, you are well known to the core.
Well, Tom, a slanderous propensity is an incurable butt.
stretching forward his body in the direction he was gazing as if to aim him in distinguishing the objects through the darkness what animal was moving through the field on our right
tis a man said mason looking intently at the suspicious object by his hump tis a dromedary added the captain eyeing it keenly wheeling his horse suddenly from the highway he exclaimed harvey birch take him dead or alive
Mason and a few of the leading dragoons only understood the sudden cry, but it was heard throughout the line.
A dozen of the men, with a lieutenant at their head, followed the impetuous Lawton,
and their speed threatened the pursuit with sudden termination of the race.
Birch prudently kept his position on the rock where he had been seen by the passing glance of Henry Wharton,
until evening had begun to shroud the surrounding objects in darkness.
From this height he had seen all the events of the day as they occurred.
He had watched with a beetling heart the departure of the troops under Dunwoody,
and with difficulty had curbed his impatience until the obscurity of night should render his moving free from danger.
He had not, however, completed a fourth of his way to his own residence,
when his quick ear distinguished the tread of the approaching horse.
Trusting to the increasing darkness, he determined to persevere,
by crouching and moving quickly along the surface of the ground he hoped yet to escape unseen.
Captain Lawton was too much engrossed with the foregoing conversation to suffer his eyes to indulge in their usual wandering,
and the peddler, perceiving by the voices that the enemy he most feared had passed,
yielded to his impatience and stood erect in order to make greater progress.
The moment his body arose above the shadow of the ground, it was seen and the chase commenced.
For a single instant, Birch was helpless, his blood curdling in his veins at the imminence of the danger,
and his legs refusing their natural and necessary office.
But it was only for a moment, casting his pack where he stood and instinctively tightening his belt he wore.
The peddler betook himself to flight.
He knew that by bringing himself in a line with his pursuers in the wood, his form would be lost to sight.
This he soon affected, and he was straining every,
nerve to gain the wood itself, when several horsemen rode by him but a short distance to his left
and cut him off from this place of refuge. The peddler threw himself on the ground as they came near to him
and was past unseen, but the delay now became too dangerous for him to remain in that position.
He accordingly rose, and still keeping in the shadow of the wood along the skirts of which he heard
voices crying to each other to be watchful. He ran with incredible speed in a parallel line,
but in an opposite direction to the march of the dragoons. The confusion of the chase had been heard
by the whole of the men, though none distinctly understood the order of Lawton, but those who followed.
The remainder were lost in doubt as the duty that was required of them, and the aforesaid
cornet was making eager inquiries of the trooper near him on the subject when a man, at a short
distance in his rear crossed the road
at a single bound. At the
same instant, the stentorian voice of Lotton rang
through the valley, shouting, Harvey
Birch, take him, dead or alive.
Fifty pistols lighted the scene,
and the bullets whistled in every direction
round the head of the devoted peddler.
Feeling of despair seized his heart,
and in the bitterness of that moment he exclaimed,
hunted like a beast in the forest.
He felt life in its accompaniments to be a burden.
and was about to yield himself to his enemies.
Nature, however, prevailed.
If taken, there was great reason to apprehend.
He would not be honored with forms of a trial,
but that most probably the morning's son would witness his ignomious execution,
for he had already been condemned to death,
and had only escaped that fate by stratagem.
These considerations, with the approaching footsteps of his pursuers,
him to new exertions. He again fled before them. A fragment of a wall that withstood the ravages
made by war in the adjoining fences of wood fortunately crossed his path. He hardly had time to
throw his exhausted limbs over this barrier before 20 of his enemies reached its opposite side.
Their horses refused to take the leap in the dark and amid the confusion of the rearing chargers
and the execrations of their riders.
Birch was enabled to gain a sight of the base of the hill
on whose summit was a place of perfect security.
The heart of the peddler now beat high with hope.
When the voice of Captain Lotton again rang in his ears,
shouting to his men to make room,
the order was obeyed,
and the fearless trooper rode at the wall
at the top of his horse's speed,
plunged the rowels in his charger,
and flew over the obstacle and safety.
The triumphant hurrahs of the men
And the thundering tread of the horse
Too plainly assured the peddler of emergency
Of his danger
He was nearly exhausted
And his fate no longer seemed doubtful
Stop or die
Was uttered above his head
And in fearful proximity to his ears
Harvey stole a glance over his shoulder
And saw within a bound of him
The man he most dreaded
By the light of the stars
He beheld the uplifted arm
and the threatening saber. Fear, exhaustion, and despair seized his heart, and the intended victim
fell at the feet of the dragoon. The horse of Lawton struck the prostate peddler, and both steed and rider
came violently to the earth. As quick as thought, Birch was on his feet again, with the sword of his
discomfited dragoon in his hand. Vengeance seemed but too natural to human passions. There are few who have not
felt the seductive pleasure of making our injuries recoil on their authors, and yet there are
some who know how much sweeter it is to return good for evil. All the wrongs of the peddler shone
in his brain with a dazzling brightness. For a moment the demon within him prevailed, and Birch brandished
the powerful weapon in the air. In the next it fell harmless on the reviving but helpless trooper.
The peddler vanished up the side of the friendly rock.
Help Captain Lawton there, cried Mason, as he rode up, followed by a dozen of his men.
And some of you dismount with me and search these rocks. The villain lies here concealed.
Hold! roared the discomfited captain, raising himself with difficulty on his feet.
If one of you dismount, he dies. Tom, my good fellow, you will help me to straddle Roanoke again.
The astonished subaltern complied in silence, while the wondering dragoons remained as fixed in
saddles, as if they composed part of the animals they rode.
You are much heard, I fear, said Mason, with something of condolence in his manner, as they
re-entered the highway, biting off the end of a cigar for the want of better quantity of
tobacco.
Something so, I do believe, replied the captain, catching his breath and speaking with difficulty.
I wish our bone-setter was at hand to examine the state of my ribs.
Sit Grieves is left in attendance on Captain Singleton at the house of Mr. Wharton.
Then there I halt for the night, Tom.
These rude times must abrid ceremony.
Besides, you may remember the old gentleman professed a kinsman regard for the Corps.
I can never think of passing so good a friend without a halt.
And I will lead the troops to the four corners.
If we all halt there, we shall breed a famine in the land.
A condition I never did.
desire to be placed in. The idea of that grateful spinster's cakes is no bad solace for 24 hours in the
hospital. Oh, you won't die if you can think of eating, said Mason with a laugh. I should surely die
if I could not, observe the captain gravely. Captain Lawton, said the orderly of his troops,
riding to the side of his commanding officer. We are now passing the house of the peddler spy.
Is it your pleasure that we burn it?
no roared the captain in a voice that startled the disappointed sergeant are you an incendiary would you burn a house in cold blood let but a spark approach and the hand that carries it will never light another
zounds muttered the sleepy cornet in the rear as he was nodding on his horse there is life in the captain notwithstanding his tumble lawton and mason rode on in silence the latter
ruminating on the wonderful change produced in his commander by his fall, when they arrived opposite
to the gate before the residence of Mr. Wharton. The troop continued its march, but the captain and his
lieutenant dismounted, and, followed by the servant of the former, they proceeded slowly to the door of the
cottage. Colonel Wellmere had already sought a retreat in his own room. Mr. Wharton and his son
were closeted by themselves, and the ladies were administering the refreshments.
of the tea-table to the surgeon of the dragoons, who had seen one of his patients in his bed,
and the other happily enjoying the comforts of a sweet sleep. A few natural inquiries from Miss Peyton
had opened the soul of the doctor, who knew every individual of her extensive family
connection in Virginia, and who even thought it possible that he had seen the lady herself.
The amiable spinster smiled, as she felt it to be improbable that she should ever have met,
her new acquaintance before, and not remember his singularities.
It, however, greatly relieved the embarrassment of their situation,
and something like a discourse was maintained between them.
The nieces were only listeners, nor could the aunt be said to be much more.
As I was observing Miss Peyton, it was merely the noxious vapors of the lowlands
that rendered the plantation of your brother in unfit residence for man,
but the quadrupeds were,
"'Bless me, what's that?' said Miss Peyton, turning pale at the report of the pistols fired at Birch.
"'It sounds prodigiously like the concussion on the atmosphere made by the explosion of firearms,' said the surgeon,
"'sipping his tea with great indifference. I should imagine it to be the troops of Captain Lotton returning.
"'Did I not know the captain never uses the pistol, and that he dreadfully abuses the saber?'
"'Merciful, Providence!' exclaimed the agitated maiden. He would not injure one with it,
"'Indure,' repeated the other quickly.
"'It is certain death, madam.
"'The most random blows imaginable.
"'All that I can say to him will have no effect.
"'But Captain Lawton is the officer we saw this morning,
"'and is surely your friend,' said Francis hastily,
"'observing her aunt to be seriously alarmed.
"'I find no fault with his want of friendship.
"'The man is well enough if he would learn to cut scientifically.
"'All trades, madam, ought to be allowed to love,
live? But what is to become of a surgeon if his patients are dead before he sees them? The doctor
continued haranguing on the probability and improbability of it being the returning troop,
until a loud knock at the door gave new alarm to the ladies. Instinctively laying his hand on a small
saw that had been his companion for the whole day, in the vain expectation of an amputation,
the surgeon, coolly assuring the ladies that he would stand between them in danger,
proceeded in person to answer the summons.
Captain Lawton, exclaimed the surgeon,
as he beheld the trooper leaning on the arm of a subaltern
and with difficulty crossing the threshold.
Ah, my dear bone-setter is it you?
You are the very fortunately to inspect my carcass.
But do lay aside that rascally saw.
A few words from Mason explained the nature and manner
of his captain's hurts,
and Miss Peyton cheerfully accorded the required,
accommodations. While the room intended for the trooper was getting ready and the doctor was giving
certain portentous orders, the captain was invited to rest himself in the parlor. On the table,
he was a dish of more substantial food than ordinarily adorned the afternoon's repast.
And it soon caught the attention of the dragoons. Miss Peyton, recollecting that they had probably
made their only meal that day at her own table, kindly invited them to close.
it with another. The offer required no pressing, and in a few minutes the two were comfortably seated,
and engaged in an enjoyment that was only interrupted by an occasional wry face from the captain,
who moved his body in evident pain. These interruptions, however, interfered but little with the
principal business at hand, and the captain had got happily through with its important duty,
before the surgeon returned to announce all things ready for his accommodation in the room above the stairs.
Eating, cried the astonished physician. Captain Lotton, do you wish to die?
I have no particular ambition that way, said the trooper, rising and bowing good night to the ladies,
and therefore have been providing materials necessary to preserve life.
The surgeon muttered his dissatisfaction while he followed Mason and the captain from the apartment.
Every house in America had at that day what was emphatically called its best room,
and this had been allotted by the unseen influence of Sarah to Colonel Wellmere.
The down counterpane, which a clear frosty night would render extremely grateful over bruised limbs,
decked the English officer's bed,
a massive silver tankard, richly embossed with the wharton arms,
held the beverage he was to drink during the night,
while beautiful vessels of China performed the same office
for the two American captains.
Sarah was certainly unconscious of the silent preference
she had been given to the English officer,
and it is equally certain that but for his hurts, bed, tankard,
and everything but the beverage
would have been matters of indifference to Captain Lawton,
half of whose nights were spent in his clothes,
and not a few of them in the saddle.
After taking possession, however, of a small but very comfortable room,
Dr. Sitgreaves proceeded to inquire into the state of his injuries.
He had begun to pass his hand over the body of the patient,
when the latter cried impatiently.
Sitgrieves do me the favor to lay that rascally saw aside,
or I shall have recourse to my sabre in self-defense.
The sight of it makes my blood cold.
Captain Lawton, for a man who is so often exposed life and limb, you are unaccountably afraid of the very useful instrument.
Heaven keep me from its use, said the trooper with a shrug.
You would not despise the lights of science, nor refuse surgical aid, because this saw might be necessary.
I would.
You would?
Yes, you shall never join me like a quarter of beef, while I have life to defend myself, cried the resolute dragoon.
but I grow sleepy. Are any of my ribs broken? No. Any of my bones? No. Tom, I'll thank you for that pitcher.
As he entered his draft, he very deliberately turned his back on his companions, and good-naturedly cried,
Good-night, Mason. Good night, Galen. Captain Lawton entertained a profound respect for the surgical
abilities of his comrade, but he was very skeptical on the subject of administering internally for the ailings of the human frame.
With a full stomach, a stout heart, and a clear conscience, he often maintained,
that a man might bid defiance to the world and its vicissitudes.
Nature provided him with the second, and, to say the truth,
he strove manfully himself to keep up the other two requisites in his creed.
It was a favorite maxim with him, that the last thing death assailed was the eyes,
and next to last the jaws.
This he interpreted to be a clear expression of the intention of nature,
that every man might regulate by his own volition
whatever was to be admitted into the sanctuary of his mouth.
Consequently, if the guest proved unpalatable,
he had no one to blame but himself.
The surgeon, who was well acquainted with these views of his patient,
beheld him as he cavalierly turned his back on Mason and himself,
with a commiserating contempt,
replaced in their leathern repository
the files he had exhibited,
with a species of care
that was allayed to veneration,
gave the saw, as he concluded,
a whirl of triumph,
and departed without condescending
to notice the compliment of the trooper.
Mason, finding by the breathing of the captain
that his own good knight would be unheard,
hastened to pay his respects to the ladies,
after which he mounted and followed the troops at the top of his horse's speed.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper, Chapter 10.
Read by Hugh McGuire.
On some fond breast, the parting soul relies, some pious,
drops the closing eye requires. And from the tomb, the voice of nature cries. And in our ashes live,
their wanted fires by grey. The possessions of Mr. Wharton extended to some distance on each side of the
house in which he dwelt, and most of his land was unoccupied. A few scattered dwellings were to be
seen in different parts of his domains, but they were fast falling to decay and were untenanted. The
proximity of the country to the contending armies had nearly banished the pursuits of agriculture
from the land. It was useless for the husbandman to devote his time and the labor of his hands,
to obtain overflowing garners that the first foraging party would empty. None tilled the earth
with any other view than to provide the scanty means of subsistence, except those who were placed
so near to one of the adverse parties as to be safe from the inroads of the light troops,
of the other. To these, the war offered a golden harvest, more especially to such as enjoyed the
benefits of an access to the royal army. Mr. Wharton did not require the use of his lands for the
purposes of subsistence, and he willingly adopted the guarded practice of the day,
limiting his attention to such articles as were soon to be consumed within his own walls,
or could be easily secreted from the prying eyes of the foragers.
In consequence, the ground on which the action was fought had not a single inhabited building,
besides the one belonging to the father of Harvey Birch.
This house stood between the place where the cavalry had met,
and that where the charge had been made on the party of Wellmere.
To Katie Haynes, it had been a day fruitful of incidents.
The prudent housekeeper had kept her political,
feelings in a state of rigid neutrality. Her own friends had espoused the cause of the country,
but the maiden herself never lost sight of that important moment when, like females of more
illustrious hopes, she might be required to sacrifice her love of country on the altar of domestic
harmony. And yet, notwithstanding all her sagacity, there were moments when the good woman
had grievous doubts into which scale she ought to throw the weight of her eloquence, in order
to be certain of supporting the cause favored by the peddler.
There was so much that was equivocal in his movements and manner
that often, when in the privacy of their household,
she was about to offer a Philippic on Washington and his followers.
Discretions healed her mouth and distrust beset her mind.
In short, the whole conduct of the mysterious being she studied
was of a character to distract the opinions of one who took a more enlarged,
view of men and life, then came within the competency of his housekeeper.
The Battle of the Plains had taught the cautious Washington the advantages his enemy
possessed in organization, arms, and discipline. These were difficulties to be mastered by his
own vigilance and care. Drawing off his troops to the heights in the northern part of the
county, he had bidden defiance to the attacks of the Royal Army, and Sir William Howell,
fell back to the enjoyment of his barren conquest, a deserted city. Never afterwards did the
opposing armies make the trial of strength within the limits of Westchester, yet hardly a day
passed that the partisans did not make their inroads, or a sun rise, that the inhabitants
were spared the relation of excesses, which the preceding darkness had served to conceal.
Most of the movements of the peddler were made at the hours which others allotted to repose.
The evening sun would frequently leave him at one extremity of the country, and the morning find him at the other.
His pack was his never-failing companion, and there were those who closely studied him in his moments of traffic,
and thought his only purpose was the accumulation of gold.
He would be often seen near the highlands, with a body bending under its load,
and again near the Harlem River, traveling with lighter steps, with his face towards the setting sun.
But these glances at him were uncertain and fleeting.
The intermediate time no eye could penetrate.
For months he disappeared, and no traces of his course were ever known.
Strong parties held the heights of Harlem,
and the northern end of Manhattan Island was bristling with the bayonets of the English sentinels.
Yet the peddler glided among them unnoticed and uninjured.
His approaches to the American lines were also frequent,
but generally so conducted as to baffle pursuit.
Many a sentinel placed in the gorges of the mountains spoke of a strange figure
that had been seen gliding by them in the mists of the evening.
These stories reached the years of the officers, and as we have related, in two instances the traitor had fallen into the hands of the Americans.
The first time he had escaped from Lawton, shortly after his arrest, but the second he was condemned to die.
On the morning of his intended execution, the cage was opened, but the bird has flown.
This extraordinary escape had been made from the custody of a favorite officer of Washington,
and sentinels who had been thought worthy to guard the person of the commander-in-chief.
Bribery and treason could not be imputed to men so well-esteemed,
and the opinion gained ground among the common soldiery that the pedlar had dealings with the dark one.
Katie, however, always repelled this option with indignation,
for within the recesses of her own bosom, the housekeeper, in ruminating on the events,
concluded that the evil spirit did not pay in gold, nor continued the wary spinster in her cogitations,
does Washington. Paper and promises were all that the leader of the American troops could dispense to his servants.
After the alliance with France, when silver became more abundant in the country,
although the scrutinizing eyes of Katie never let any opportunity of examining into the dear skin purse pass unimproved.
She was never able to detect the image of Lewis intruding into the presence of the well-known countenance of George III.
In short, the secret horde of Harvey sufficiently showed in its contents that all its contributions had been received from the British.
The House of Birch had been watched at different times by the Americans with a view to his arrest,
but never with success.
The reputed spy possessing a secret means of intelligence that invariably defeated their schemes.
Once when a strong body of the Continental Army held the four corners for a whole summer,
orders had been received from Washington himself, never to leave the door of Harvey Birch unwatched.
The command was rigidly obeyed, and during the first.
During this long period, the peddler was unseen.
The detachment was withdrawn, and the following night, Birch re-entered his dwelling.
The father of Harvey had been greatly molested in consequence of the suspicious character of the son.
But notwithstanding the most minute scrutiny into the conduct of the old man,
no fact could be substantiated against him to his injury,
and his property was too small to keep alive the zeal of patriots by profession.
Its confiscation and purchase would not have rewarded their trouble.
Age and sorrow were now about to spare him for their molestation,
for the lamp of life had been drained of its oil.
The recent separation of the father and son had been painful,
but they had submitted in obedience to what both thought a duty.
The old man had kept his dying situation a secret from the neighborhood,
in the hope that he might still have the company of his child in his last moments.
The confusion of the day, and his increasing dread that Harvey might be too late,
helped to hasten the event he would feign arrest for a little while.
As knights set in, his illness increased to such a degree
that the dismayed housekeeper sent a truant boy who would shut up himself
with them during the combat to the locusts in quest of a companion to cheer her solitude.
Caesar alone could be spared.
and loaded with edibles and cordials by the kind-hearted Miss Peyton.
The Black had been dispatched on his duty.
The dying man was past the use of medicines, and his chief anxiety seemed to center in a meeting with his child.
The noise of the chase had been heard by the group in the house, but its cause was not understood.
And as both the Black and Katie were apprised of the detachment of American horse being below them,
They supposed it to proceed from the return of that party.
They heard the dragoons as they moved slowly by the building.
But in compliance with the prudent injunction of the black,
the housekeeper forbore to indulge for curiosity.
The old man had closed his eyes,
and his attendants believed him to be asleep.
The house contained two large rooms and as many small ones.
One of the former served for kitchen and sitting room.
In the other lay the father of birch.
Of the latter, one was a sanctuary of the vestal,
and the other contained the stock of provisions.
A huge chimney of stone rose in the center, serving of itself,
for a partition between the larger rooms,
and fireplaces of corresponding dimensions were in each apartment.
The bright flame was burning in that of the common room,
and within the very jams of its monstrous job,
sat Caesar and Katie, at the time of which we write. The African was impressing his caution on the
housekeeper and commenting on the general danger of indulging an idle curiosity.
Best never attempt to Satan, said Caesar rolling up his eyes till the whites glistened by the glare
of the fire. I bury like his self to lose an ear for carrying a little bit of a letter.
There much mischief come of curiosity, if dared me.
never been a man curious to see in Africa. There would be no color people out of their own country,
but I wish Harvey get back. It is very disregardful in him to be away at such a time, said Katie
imposingly. Suppose now his father wanted to make his last will in testament. Who is there to do
so solemn, an awful an act for him? Harvey is a very wasteful and very disrespectful man.
perhaps he make him a foe.
It would not be a wonderment if he had, returned the housekeeper.
His whole days looking into the Bible.
Then he read a very good book, said the black solemnly.
Miss Fanny reading him to Dinah now and then.
You are right, Caesar, the Bible is the best of books,
and one that reads it as often as Harvey's father should have the best reasons for so doing.
This is no more than common sense.
She rose from her seat and stealing softly to a chest of drawers in the room of the sick man.
She took from it a large Bible, heavily bound and secured with strong clasps of brass,
with which she returned to the Negro.
The volume was eagerly opened, and they proceeded instantly to examine its pages.
Katie was far from an expert scholar, and to Caesar the characters were absolutely strangers.
For some time, the housekeeper was.
was occupied in finding out the word matthew in which she had no sooner succeeded than she pointed out the word with great complacency to the intent of caesar very well now look him true said the black peeping over the housekeeper's shoulders as he held a long length candle of yellow tallow in such a manner as to throw its feeble light on the volume
yes but i must begin with the very beginning of the book replied the other turning the leaves carefully back until moving to it once she lighted upon a page cover with writing here said the housekeeper shaking with the eagerness of expectation here are the very words themselves
Now I would give the world itself to know whom he has left the big silver shoe buckles to.
Read him, said Caesar laconically.
And the black walnut drawers, for Harvey could never want furniture of that quality as long as he is a bachelor.
Why, he no want him as well as he fodder.
And the six silver tablespoons.
Harvey always uses the iron.
Perhaps he say, without so much talk, returned the sententious black,
pointing one of his crooked and dingy fingers at the open volume.
Thus repeatedly advised and impelled by her own curiosity,
Katie began to read,
anxious to come to the part which most interested herself.
She dipped it once into the center of the subject.
Chester Birch, born September 1st, 1755,
read the spinster with a deliberation that did no great honor to her scholarship.
Well, what did he give him?
Abigail Birch, born July 12th, 1757, continued the housekeeper in the same tone.
I think you ought to give her a spoon. June 1st, 1760. On this awful day, the judgment of an offended God lighted on my house.
A heavy groan from the adjoining room made the spinster instinctively close to the volume, and Caesar, for a moment, shook with fear.
neither possessed sufficient resolution to go and examine the condition of the sufferer,
but his heavy breathing continued as usual.
Katie dared not, however, reopened the Bible.
And carefully securing its clasps, it was laid on the table in silence.
Caesar took his share again, and after looking timidly round the room, remarked,
I taught he time more come.
No, said Katie solemnly, he would live till the tide is out.
or the first cock crows in the morning.
Poor man continued the black, nestling still farther into the chimney corner.
I hope he lay quiet after he die.
It would be no astonishment to me if he didn't,
for they say an unquiet life makes an uneasy grave.
Johnny Birch, a very good man he way.
All mankind can't be a minister.
For if he do, who would be the congregation?
Ah, Caesar, he's only good.
Who does good?
Can you tell me why honestly gotten gold should be hidden in the bowels of the earth?
Gratch, I think it must be to keep the Skinner from finding him.
If he know where he be, why don't he dig him up?
There may be reasons not comprehensible to you, said Katie, moving her chair
so that her clothes covered the charmed stone underneath which lay the secret treasures of the peddler,
unable to refrain from speaking of what she would have been, very unwilling to reveal,
but a rough outside often holds a smooth inside.
Caesar stared around the building,
unable to fathom the hidden meaning of his companion.
When his roving eyes suddenly became fixed
and his teeth chattered with a fright,
the change in the countenance of the black
was instantly perceived by Katie,
and turning her face she saw the peddler himself,
standing within the door of the room.
Is he alive? asked Birch tremulously.
and seemingly afraid to receive the answer.
Surely, said Katie, rising hastily, and officiously offering her chair,
he must live till day, or till the tide is down.
Disregarding all but the fact that his father still lived,
the peddler stole urgently into the room of his dying parent.
The tie which bound the father and son was of no ordinary kind.
In the wide world they were all to each other,
had Katie but read a few lines further in the record, she would have seen the sad tale of their
misfortunes. At one blow, competence, and kindred had been swept from them, and from that day to the
present hour, persecution and distress had followed their wandering steps.
Approaching the bedside, Harvey leaned his body forward, and, in a voice nearly choked by his feelings,
he whispered near the ear of the sick, Father, do you know me?
The parent slowly opened his eyes, and a smile of satisfaction passed over his pallid features,
leaving behind it the impression of death, more awful by the contrast.
The peddler gave a restorative he had brought with him to the parched lips of the sick man,
and for a few minutes new vigour seemed imparted to his frame.
He spoke but slowly and with difficulty.
Curiosity kept Katie silent.
awe had the same effect on Caesar, and Harvey seemed hardly to breathe as he listened to the language of the departing spirit.
My son, said the father in a hollow voice, God is as merciful as he is just.
If I threw the cup of salvation from my lips when a youth he graciously offers it to me in mine age,
he is chastised to purify, and I go to join the spirits of our lost family.
In a little while, my child, you will be alone.
I know you too well not to foresee you will be a pilgrim through life.
The bruised reed may endure, but it will never rise.
You have that within you, Harvey. That will guide you a right.
Persevere as you've begun, for the duties of life are never to be neglected.
The noise in the enjoining room interrupted the dying man,
and the impatient peddler hastened to learn the cause, followed by Katie in the Black.
The first glance of his eye on the figure in the doorway told the traitor,
but too well his errand, and the fate that probably awaited himself.
The intruder was a man still young in years,
but his liniments bespoke a mind long agitated by evil passions.
His dress was of the meanest materials,
and so ragged and unseemly as to give him the appearance of studied poverty.
His hair was prematurely whitened,
and his sunken, lowering eye avoided the bold, forward look of innocence.
There was a restlessness in his movements,
and an agitation in his manner that proceeded from the workings of the foul spirit within him,
and which was not less offensive to others than distressing to himself.
This man was a well-known leader of one of those gangs of barauders who infested the country,
with a semblance of patriotism, and who were guilty of every grade of offense,
from simple theft up to murder.
Behind him stood several other figures clad in a similar manner,
but whose countenances expressed nothing more than the indifference of brutal insensibility.
They were well armed with muskets and bayonets and provided with the usual implements of foot soldiers.
Harvey knew resistance to be vain and quietly submitted to their directions.
In the twinkling of an eye, both he and Caesar were stripped of their decent garments
and made to exchange clothes with two of the filthiest of the band.
They were then placed in separate corners of the room,
and under the muzzles of the muskets required faithfully
to answer such interrogations as were put to them.
Where's your pack was the first question to the pedlar?
Hear me, said Birch, trembling with agitation.
In the next room is my father, now in the agonies of death.
Let me go to him.
Receive his blessings and close his eyes,
and you shall have all,
I all.
Answer me as I put the questions, or this musket shall send you to keep the old driveler company.
Where is your pack?
I will tell you nothing unless you let me go to my father, said the peddler resolutely.
His persecutor raised his arm with a malicious sneer and was about to execute his threat
when one of his companions checked him.
What would you do, he said.
You surely forget the reward.
Tell us, where are your goods?
and you shall go to your father.
Birch complied instantly, and a man was dispatched in quest of the booty.
He soon returned, throwing a bundle on the floor,
swearing it was as light as feathers.
Aye, cried the leader, there must be more gold somewhere for what it did contain.
Give us your gold, Mr. Birch.
We know you have it.
You will not take Continental, not you.
You break your faith, said Harvey.
Give us your gold, exclaimed the other furiously.
pricking the peddler with his bayonet until the blood followed his bushes in the streams at this instant a slight movement was heard in the adjoining room and harvey cried let me let me go to my father and you shall have all
i swear you shall go then said the skinner here take the trash cried birch and he threw aside the purse which he had contrived to conceal notwithstanding the change in his garments
the robber raised it from the floor with a hellish laugh ay but it shall be your father in heaven monster have you no feeling no faith no honesty
to hear him one would think there was not a rope round his neck already said the other laughing there is no necessity for your being uneasy mr birch if the old man gets a few hours the start of you and the journey you'll be sure to follow him before noon to-morrow
This unfeeling communication had no effect on the pedlar, who listened with gasping breath to every sound from the room of his parent until he heard his own name spoken in the hollow, sepochural tones of death.
Birch could endure no more, but shrieking out, father, hush, father, I come, I come.
He darted by his keeper and was the next moment pinned the wall by the bayonet of another of the band.
fortunately his quick motion had caused him to escape a thrust aimed at his life and it was by his clothes only that he was confined no mr birch said the skinner we know you too well to trust you out of sight you're gold you're gold
you have it said the pedlar writhing in agony ay we have the purse but you have more purses king george is a prompt paymaster you've done him many a piece of good service where is your horde without it you will never see your father remove the stone underneath a woman cried the pedlar eagerly remove the stone
he raves he raves said katie instinctively moving her position to a different stone from the one which she had been standing in a moment it was torn from its bed and nothing but earth was seen beneath he raves you have driven him from his right mind continued the trembling spinster
would any man in his senses keep gold under a hearth peace babbling fool cried harvey lift the corner stone and you will find that which will make you rich and be a beggar and then you will be despisable said the housekeeper bitter
A peddler without goods and without money is sure to be despisable.
There will be enough left to pay for his halter, cried the Skinner, who was not slow to follow
the instructions of Harvey, soon lighting upon a store of English guineas.
The money was quickly transferred to a bag, notwithstanding the declarations of the spinster,
that her dues were unsatisfied and that of right ten of the guineas were her property.
Delighted with a prize that greatly exceeded their expectations, the band prepared to depart,
intending to take the peddler with them, in order to give him up to the American troops above,
and to claim the reward offered for his apprehension.
Everything was ready, and they were about to lift Birch in their arms,
for he resolutely refused to move an inch,
when a form appeared in their midst, which appalled the stoutest heart among them.
The father had risen from his bed, and he tottered forth at the cries of his son.
Around his body was thrown the sheet of the bed,
and his fixed eye and haggard face gave him the appearance of a being from another world.
Even Katie and Caesar thought it was the spirit of the elder Birch,
and they fled the house followed by the alarmed skinners in a body.
The excitement which had given the sick man's strength soon vanished,
and the peddler lifting him in his arms,
reconveyed him to his bed.
The reaction of the system which followed hastened to close the scene.
The glazed eye of the fuller,
father was fixed upon the sun, his lips moved, but his voice was unheard. Harvey bent down and
with the parting breath of his parent, received his dying benediction, a life of privation and
of wrongs, embittered most of the future hours of the peddler. But under no sufferings and in no
misfortunes, the subject of poverty and obloquy, the remembrance of that blessing never left
him, and constantly gleamed over the images of the past.
shedding a holy radiance around his saddest hours of despondency.
It cheered the prospect of the future with the prayers of a pious spirit,
and it brought the sweet assurance of having faithfully discharged the sacred offices of filial love.
The retreat of Caesar and the Spencer had been too precipitate,
to admit of much calculation, yet they themselves instinctively separated from the skinners.
After fleeing a short distance, they paused.
and the maiden commenced in a solemn voice.
Oh, Caesar, was it not dreadful to walk before he had been lain in his grave?
It must have been the money that disturbed him.
They say Captain Kidd walks near the spot where he buried gold in the old war.
I never think Johnny Birch had such a big eye, said the African,
his teeth yet chattering with the fright.
I'm sure it would be a botherment to a living soul to lose so much money.
Harvey will be nothing but an utterly despisable poverty-stricken wretch.
I wonder who he thinks, would even be his housekeeper.
Maybe a spook take away Harvey, too, observed Caesar moving still nearer to the side of the maiden.
But a new idea had seized the imagination of the spinster.
She thought it not improbable that the prize had been forsaken in the confusion of the retreat,
and after deliberating and reasoning for some time with Caesar,
they determined to venture back and ascertain this important fact,
and, if possible, learn what had been the fate of the peddler.
much time was spent in cautiously approaching the dreaded spot, and as a spinster had sagaciously
placed herself in the line of the retreat of the Skinners, every stone was examined in the progress
in search of the abandoned gold. But although the suddenness of the alarm and the cry of the Caesar
had impelled the freebooters to so hastily retreat, they grasped the horde with a hold that
death itself would not have loosened. Perceiving everything to be quiet within,
Katie at length mustered, resolution to enter the dwelling, where she found a peddler with a
heavy heart performing the last sad offices for the dead. A few words suffice to explain to Katie the
nature of her mistake. But Caesar continued to his dying day to astonish the sable inmates
of the kitchen, with learned dissertations on spooks, and to relate how direful was the appearance
of that Johnny Birch. The danger compelled the peddler to abridge to abridge even the
the short period that American custom leaves the deceased with us, and aided by the Black
and Katie, his painful task was soon ended. Caesar volunteered to walk a couple of miles,
with orders to a carpenter, and the body being habited in its ordinary attire was left, with a sheet
thrown decently over it to await the return of the messenger. The Skinners had fled
precipitately to the wood, which was but a short distance from the house of Birch, and once
safely sheltered within its shades, they halted and mustered their panic-stricken forces.
What in the name of fury seized your coward hearts, cried their dissatisfied leader,
drawing his breath heavily. The same question might be asked of yourself, returned one of the
band solemnly. From your fright, I thought a party of Delancey's men were upon us. Oh, you brave
gentlemen at a race.
We follow our captain.
Then follow me back and let us secure the scoundrel and receive the reward.
Yes, and by the time we reach the house, that black rascal will have the mad Virginia
upon us.
By my soul, I would rather meet fifty cowboys than that single man.
Fool, cried the enraged leader, don't you know Dunwoody's horses are at the corners
full two miles from here?
I care not where the dragoons are, but I will so.
swear that I saw the Captain Lawton, enter the house of old Wharton, while I lay watching
an opportunity of getting the British colonel's horse from the stable.
And if he should come, won't a bullet's silence a dragoon from the south as well as from
old England? I, but I don't choose a hornet's nest about my ears.
Razz the skin of one of that core, and you will never see another peaceable knight's foraging again.
Well, muttered the leader as they retired deeper into the wood,
this Scottish peddler will stay to see the old devil buried.
And though we cannot touch him at the funeral,
for that would raise every old woman and priest in America against us,
he'll wait to look after the movables,
and tomorrow night shall wind up his concerns.
With this threat, they withdrew to one of their usual places of resort,
until darkness should again give an opportunity of marauding
on the community without danger of detection.
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Chapter 11
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Oh whoa! O woeful
Wulfle Day
Most lamentable day
most woeful day, that ever, ever I did yet behold.
O day, oh day, oh day, oh hateful day!
Never was seen so black a day as this.
O woeful day, oh woeful day.
Shakespeare.
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The family at the locusts had slept or watched
through all the disturbances at the cottage of Birch,
in perfect ignorance of their occurrence.
The attacks of the skinners were always made
with so much privacy as to exclude the sufferers,
not only from succor, but frequently, through a dread of future depredations, from the commiseration of their neighbors also.
Additional duties had drawn the ladies from their pillows at an hour somewhat earlier than usual,
and Captain Lawton, notwithstanding the sufferings of his body, had risen in compliance with a rule from which she never departed,
of sleeping but six hours at a time. This was one of the few points in which the care of the human frame was involved,
on which the trooper and the surgeon of horse were ever known to agree.
the doctor had watched during the night by the side of the bed of Captain Singleton without once closing his eyes.
Occasionally he would pay a visit to the wounded Englishman, who, being more hurt in the spirit than in the flesh,
tolerated the interruptions with a very ill grace, and once, for an instant, he ventured to steal softly to the bed of his obstinate comrade,
and was near succeeding in obtaining a touch of his pulse, when a terrible oath sworn by the trooper in a dream,
startled the prudent surgeon and warned him of a trite saying in the corps that Captain Lawton always slept with one eye open.
This group had assembled in one of the parlors as the sun made its appearance over the eastern hill dispersing the columns of fog which had enveloped the lowland.
Miss Peyton was looking from a window in the direction of the tenement of the peddler,
and was expressing a kind anxiety after the welfare of the sick man,
when the person of Katie suddenly emerged from the dense covering of an earthly cloud,
whose mists were scattering before the cheering rays of the sun,
and was seen making hasty steps towards the locusts.
There was that in the air of the housekeeper which bespoke distress of an unusual nature,
and the kind-hearted mistress of the locusts opened the door of the room,
with the benevolent intention of soothing a grief that seemed so overwhelming.
A nearer view of the disturbed features of the visitor
confirmed Miss Payton in her belief,
and with the shock that gentle feelings ever experience
at a sudden and endless separation from even the meanest of their associates, she said hastily.
"'Katey! Is he gone?'
"'No, ma'am,' replied the disturbed damsel with great bitterness.
"'He is not yet gone, but he may go as soon as he pleases now, for the worst is done.
I do verily believe, Miss Peyton, they haven't so much as left him money enough to buy him
another suit of clothes to cover his nakedness, and those he has on are none of the best, I can tell you.'
Howe exclaimed the other astonished, could anyone have the heart to plunder a man in such distress?
"'Hearts,' repeated Katie, catching her breath.
"'Men like them have no bowels at all.
"'Plunder and distress, indeed.
"'Why, ma'am, there were in the iron pot in plain sight.
"' Fifty-four guineas of gold, besides what lay underneath,
"'which I couldn't count without handling,
"'and I didn't like to touch it,
"'for they say that another's gold is apt to stick,
"'so, judging from that in sight,
"'there wasn't less than two hundred guineas,
"'besides what might have been in the deerskin purse.
"'But Harvey is little better now than a beggar,
"'and a beggar, Miss Jeanette,
"'is the most awfully despisable of all earthly creatures,
"'Poverty is to be pitied, not despised,' said the lady,
"'still unable to comprehend the extent of the misfortune
"'that had befallen her neighbour during the night.
"'But how is the old man?
"'And how does this loss affect him much?'
"'The countenance of Katie changed,
"'from the natural expression of concern
"'to the set form of melancholy, as she answered.
"'He is happily removed from the cares of the world.
"'The chinking of the money made him get out of his bed,
"'and the poor soul found the shock too great for him.
"'He died about two hours and ten minutes
before the cock crowed as near as we can say.
She was interrupted by the physician,
who, approaching, inquired with much interest,
the nature of the disorder.
Glancing her eye over the figure of this new acquaintance,
Katie instinctively adjusted her dress, replied,
"'Twas the troubles of the times and the loss of property that brought him down.
He wasted from day to day, and all my care and anxiety were lost.
For now Harvey is no better than a beggar,
and who is there to pay me for what I have done?'
"'God will reward you for all the good you have done,' said Miss
Peyton mildly. Yes, interrupted the spinster hastily, and with an air of reverence that was
instantly succeeded by an expression that denoted more of worldly care, but then I have left my wages
for three years past in the hands of Harvey, and how am I to get them? My brothers told me again,
and again, to ask for my money, but I always thought accounts between relations were easily
settled. Were you related then to Birch, asked Miss Peyton, observing her to pause? Why,
who returned to the housekeeper, hesitating a little? I thought we were as good as so.
I wonder if I have no claim on the house and garden, though they say,
now it is Harvey's, it will surely be confiscated.
Turning to Lawton, who had been sitting in one posture with his piercing eyes
lowering at her through his thick brows in silence.
Perhaps this gentleman knows he seems to take an interest in my story.
Madame said the trooper, bowing very low, both you and the tailor extremely interesting.
Katie smiled involuntarily, but my humble knowledge is limited to the setting of a squadron in the field
and using it when there.
I beg leave to refer you to Dr. Ashabald Sidgreaves, a gentleman of universal attainments and unbounded philanthropy,
the very milk of human sympathies and a mortal foe to all indiscriminate cutting.
The surgeon drew up and employed himself in whistling a low air, as he looked over some vials on a table,
but the housekeeper, turning to him with an inclination of the head, continued,
I suppose, sir, a woman has no dower in her husband's property unless they be actually married.
It was a maxim with Dr. Sitgreaves that no species of knowledge was,
to be despised, and consequently he was an empiric in everything but his profession.
At first, indignation at the irony of his comrade kept him silent, but suddenly, changing his
purpose, he answered the applicant with a good-natured smile.
I judge not. If death has anticipated your nunchels, I am fearful you have no remedy against his
stern decrees. To Katie this sounded well, although she understood nothing of its meaning but
death and nuptials. To this part of his speech, then she directed her reply.
"'I did think he only waited the death of the old gentleman before he married,' said the
housekeeper, looking on the carpet.
"'But now he is nothing more than despisable, or what's the same thing, a peddler without
house-pack or money.
It might be hard for a man to get a wife at all in such a predicate.
Don't you think it would, Miss Peyton?'
"'I seldom trouble myself with such things,' said the lady gravely.
During this dialogue Captain Lawton had been studying the countenance and manner of the
housekeeper with the most ludicrous gravity, and fearful the conversation would
seeks he inquired with an appearance of great interest. You think it was age and debility that
removed the old gentleman at last? And the troublesome times. Trouble is a heavy pull-down to a sick-bed,
but I suppose his time had come, and when that happens it matters but little what doctor's stuff we take.
Let me set you right in that particular, interrupted the surgeon. We must all die, it is true,
but it has permitted us to use the lights of science in arresting dangers as they occur until—'
We can die, secondum artem, cried the trooper. To this observation,
the physician did not deign to reply, but deeming it necessary to his professional dignity that the conversation should continue, he added,
perhaps in this instance judicious treatment might have prolonged the life of the patient, who administered to the case.
No one yet, said the housekeeper with quickness, I expect he has made his last will in testament.
The surgeon disregarded the smile of the ladies and pursued his inquiries.
It is doubtless wise to be prepared for death, but under whose care was the sick man during his indisposition?
"'Undermine,' answered Katie, with an air of a little importance,
"'and care thrown away, I may well call it,
"'for Harvey is quite too despisable to be any sort of compensation at present.'
"'The mutual ignorance of each other's meaning
"'made very little interruption to the dialogue,
"'for both took a good deal for granted,
"'and sit-grieves pursued the subject.
"'And how did you treat him?'
"'Kindly, you may be certain,' said Katie rather tartly.
"'The doctor means medically, madame,' observed Captain Lawton,
"'with a face that would have honoured the funeral of the deceased.
"'I doctored him mostly with YARbs,' said the housekeeper, smiling as if conscious of error.
"'With Simples,' returned the surgeon.
"'They are safer in the hands of the unlettered than more powerful remedies,
"'but why had you no regular attendant?'
"'I'm sure Harvey has suffered enough already from having so much concerns with the Rigglers,'
replied the housekeeper.
"'He has lost his awe and made himself a vagabond through the land,
"'and I have reason to rue the day I ever crossed the threshold of his house.'
"'Dr. Sitgreaves does not mean a Riggler soldier,
but a regular physician, madame, said the trooper.
Oh, cried the maiden, again correcting herself,
for the best of all reasons, there was none to be had,
so I took care of him myself.
If there had been a doctor at hand,
I'm sure we would have gladly had him.
For my part, I am clear for doctoring,
though Harvey says I am killing myself with medicines,
but I am sure it will make but little difference to him,
whether I live or die.
Therein you show your sense, said the surgeon,
approaching the spinster, who sat holding the palms of her hands
and the soles of her feet to the genial heat of a fine fire,
making the most of comfort amid all her troubles.
You appear to be a sensible, discreet woman,
and some who have had opportunities of acquiring more correct views
might envy you your respect for knowledge and the lights of science.
Although the housekeeper did not altogether comprehend the other's meaning,
she knew he used a compliment, and as such was highly pleased with what he said.
With increasing animation, therefore she cried,
it was always said of me that I wanted nothing but opportunity to make quite a physician myself,
so long as before I came to live with Harvey's father they called me the petticoat doctor.
More true than civil, I dare say, returned to the surgeon,
losing sight of the woman's character in his admiration of her respect for the healing art.
In the absence of more enlightened counselors,
the experience of a discreet matron is frequently of great efficacy in checking the progress of disease.
Under such circumstances, Madame, it is dreadful to have to contend with ignorance and obstinacy.
Bad enough is well I know from experience, cried Katie in triumph.
he is as obstinate about such things as a dumb beast. One would think the care I took of his
bedridden father might learn him better than to despise good nursing, but some day he may know
what it is to want a careful woman in his house, though now I am sure he is too despisable
himself to have a house. Indeed, I can easily comprehend the mortification you must have felt,
in having one so self-willed to deal with, returned the surgeon, glancing his eyes reproachfully
at his comrade. But you should rise superior to such opinions and pity the ignorance by which
they are engendered. The housekeeper hesitated a moment at a loss to comprehend all that the surgeon
expressed, yet she felt it was both complimentary and kind. Therefore, suppressing her natural flow of
language a little, she replied, I tell Harvey his conduct is often condemnable, and last night he
made my words good. But the opinions of such unbelievers is not very consequential, yet it is dreadful
to think how he behaves at times. Now, when he threw away the needle, what? said the surgeon,
interrupting her, does he affect to despise the needle?
But it is my lot to meet with men daily who are equally perverse,
and who show a still more culpable disrespect
for the information that flows from the lights of science.
The doctor turned his face toward Captain Lawton while speaking,
but the elevation of the head prevented his eyes
from resting on the grave countenance maintained by the trooper.
Katie listened with admiring attention,
and when the other had done, she added,
Then Harvey is a disbeliever in the tides.
"'Not believe in the tides,' repeated the healer of bodies in astonishment.
"'Does the man distrust his senses?
"'But perhaps it is the influence of the moon that he doubts.
"'That he does!' exclaimed Katie, shaking with delight at meeting a man of learning
"'who could support her opinions.
"'If you was to hear him talk, you would think he didn't believe there was such a thing as a moon at all.
"'It is the misfortune of ignorance and incredulity, madame, that they feed themselves.
"'The mind, once rejecting useful information, insensibly lean,
to superstition and concludes on the order of nature that are not less prejudicial to the cause of truth
than they are at variance with the first principles of human knowledge. The spinster was too
much awestruck to venture an undigested reply to this speech, and the surgeon, after pausing
a moment in a kind of philosophical disdain, continued, that any man in his senses can doubt
of the flux of the tides is more than I could have thought possible, yet obstinacy is a
dangerous inmate to harbor and may lead us into any error, however gross.
"'You think then that they have an effect on the flux?' said the housekeeper inquiringly.
"'Miss Peyton rose and beckoned her nieces to give her their assistance in the adjoining pantry,
while for a moment the dark bizage of the attentive Lawton was lighted by an animation that vanished by an effort,
as powerful and sudden as the one that drew it into being.
After reflecting whether he rightly understood the meaning of the other,
the surgeon, making due allowance for the love of learning,
acted upon a want of education, replied,
"'The moon, you mean.
"'Many philosophers have doubted how far it affects the tides,
"'but I think it is willfully rejecting the lights of science
"'not to believe it causes both the flux and reflux.
"'As reflux was a disorder with which Katie was not acquainted,
"'she thought it prudent to be silent,
"'yet burning with curiosity to know the meaning
"'of certain portentious lights to which the other so often alluded,
"'she ventured to ask,
"'if them lights he spoke of were what was called northern lights in these parts?'
"'In charity to her ignorance, the surgeon would have entered into an elaborate explanation of his meaning,
had he not been interrupted by the mirth of Lawton.
The trooper had listened so far with great composure, but now he laughed until his aching bones reminded him of his fall,
and the tears rolled off his cheeks in larger drops than had ever been seen there before.
At length the offended physician seized an opportunity of a pause to say,
to you, Captain Lotton, it may be a source of triumph, that an uneducated woman should make a mistake in a subject on which men of science have long been at variance, but yet you find this respectable matron does not reject the lights, does not reject the use of proper instruments in repairing injuries sustained by the human frame. You may possibly remember, sir, her allusion to the use of a needle.
I cried the delighted trooper to mend the peddler's breeches. Katie drew up in evident displeasure and prompt to vindicate her account.
for more lofty acquirements, she said,
"'To us not a common use that I put that needle to,
but one of much greater virtue.
"'Explain yourself, madame,' said the surgeon impatiently,
"'that this gentleman may see how little reason he has for exultation.'
Thus solicited Katie Paws to collect sufficient eloquence to garnish her narrative,
the substance of her tale was,
that a child who had been placed by the guardians of the poor in the keeping of Harvey
had, in the absence of its master,
injured itself badly in the foot by a large needle.
The offending instrument had been carefully greased,
wrapped in woolen, and placed in a certain charmed nook of the chimney,
while the foot, from a fear of weakening the incantation,
was left in a state of nature.
The arrival of the peddler had altered the whole of this admirable treatment,
and the consequences were expressed by Katie as she concluded her narrative
by saying,
"'Twas no wonder the boy died of a lock-jaw.'
Dr. Sidgreaves looked out of the window in admiration of the brilliant
morning, striving all he could do to avoid the basilisk's eyes of his comrade. He was impelled
by a feeling that he could not conquer, however, to look Captain Lotton in the face. The
trooper had arranged every muscle of his countenance to express sympathy for the fate of the poor
child, but the exultation of his eyes cut the astounding man of science to the quick. He muttered
something concerning the condition of his patience and retreated with precipitation.
Miss Peyton entered into the situation of things at the house of the peddler, with all the
interest of her excellent feelings. She listened patiently while Katie recounted, more particularly,
the circumstances of the past night as they had occurred. The spinster did not forget to dwell
on the magnitude of the pecuniary loss sustained by Harvey, and in no manner spared her invectives,
and his betraying a secret which might so easily have been kept. For Miss Peyton continued the
housekeeper after a pause to take breath, I would have given up life before I would have given up
that secret. At the most they could only have killed him, and now a body may say that they have
slain both soul and body, or what's the same thing, they have made him a despisable vagabond.
I wonder who he thinks would be his wife, or who would keep his house. For my part, my good
name is too precious to be living with a lone man, though for the matter of that he is
never there. I am resolved to tell him this day, that stay there as a single woman, I will not,
an hour after the funeral, and marry him I don't think I will, unless he becomes steadier
and more of a homebody. The mild mistress of the locusts suffered the exuberance of the
of the housekeeper's feelings to expend itself,
and then, by one or two judicious questions
that denoted a more intimate knowledge
of the windings of the human heart
in matters of Cupid than might fairly be supposed
to belong to a spinster,
she extracted enough from Cady
to discover the improbability
of Harvey's ever presuming to offer himself
with his broken fortunes
to the acceptance of Catherine Haynes.
She therefore mentioned her own want of assistance
in the present state of her household
and expressed a wish that Katie would change her residence
to the locusts,
in case the pedlar had no further use for her services.
After a few preliminary conditions on the part of the wary housekeeper,
the arrangement was concluded,
and making a few more piteous lamentations on the weight of her own losses
and the stupidity of Harvey,
united with some curiosity to know the future fate of the peddler,
Katie withdrew to make the necessary preparations for the approaching funeral,
which was to take place that day.
During the interview between the two females,
Lawton, through delicacy, had withdrawn.
anxiety took him to the room of Captain Singleton.
The character of this youth, it has already been shown,
endeared him in a peculiar manner to every officer in the corps.
The singularly mild deportment of the young dragoon
had on so many occasions been proved
not to proceed from want of resolution
that his almost feminine softness of manner and appearance
had failed to bring him into disrepute,
even in that band of partisan warriors.
To the major he was as dear as a brother,
and his easy submission to the directions of his surgeon,
had made him a marked favorite with Dr. Sitgreaves.
The rough usage the Corps often received in its daring attacks
had brought each of its officers in succession
under the temporary keeping of the surgeon.
To Captain Singleton, the man of science had decreed the palm of docility on such occasions,
and Captain Lawton he had fairly blackballed.
He frequently declared, with unconquerable simplicity and earnestness of manner,
that it gave him more pleasure to see the former brought in wounded than any officer in the squadron,
and that the latter afforded him the least,
a compliment and condemnation that were usually received by the first of the parties with a quiet smile of good nature,
and by the last with a grave bow of thanks.
On the present occasion the mortified surgeon and exulting trooper met in the room of Captain Singleton
as a place where they could act on common ground.
Some time was occupied in joint attentions to the comfort of the wounded officer,
and the doctor retired to an apartment prepared for his own accommodation.
Here, within a few minutes, he was surprised by the entrance of Lawton.
The triumph of the trooper had been so complete,
that he felt he could afford to be generous,
and commencing by voluntarily throwing aside his coat, he cried carelessly.
Sidgreaves, administer a little of the aid of the lights of science to my body, if you please.
The surgeon was beginning to feel that this was a subject that was intolerable,
but venturing a glance toward his comrade he saw with surprise the preparations he had made
and an air of sincerity about him that was unusual to his manner when making such a request.
Changing his intended burst of resentment to a tone of civil inquiry, he said,
"'Does Captain Lawton want anything at my hands?'
"'Look for yourself, my dear sir,' said the trooper mildly.
"'Here seems to be most of the colors of the rainbow on this shoulder.'
"'You have reason for saying so,' said the other,
"'handling the part with great tenderness and consummate skill.
"'But happily nothing is broken.
"'It is wonderful how well you escaped.
"'I have been a tumbler from my youth,
"'and I am past minding a few falls from a horse.
"'But sit-greaves,' he added with affection,
"'and pointing to a scar on his body.
"'Do you remember this bit of work?'
"'Perfectly well, Jack.
It was bravely obtained and neatly extracted, but don't you think I had better apply an oil to these bruises?'
"'Certainly,' said Lotton, with unexpected condescension.
"'Now, my dear boy,' cried the doctor exultantly, as he busied himself in applying the remedy to the hurts,
"'do you not think it would have been better to have done all this last night?'
"'Quite probable.'
"'Yes, Jack, but if you had let me perform the operation of phlebotomy when I first saw you,
it would have been of infinite service.'
"'No phlebotomy,' said the other positively.
"'It is now too late, but a dose of oil would be done.
carry off the humors famously. To this the captain made no reply but grated his teeth,
in a way that showed the fortress of his mouth was not to be assailed without a resolute resistance,
and the experienced physician changed the subject by saying,
"'It is a pity, John, that you did not catch the rascal after the danger and trouble you incurred.
The captain of dragoons made no reply, and while placing some bandages on the wounded soldier,
the surgeon continued, "'If I have any wish at all to destroy human life,
"'it is to have the pleasure of seeing that traitor hanged.
"'I thought Trebusiness was to cure and not to slay,' said the trooper dryly.
"'Aye, but he has caused us such heavy losses by his information
"'that I sometimes feel a very unsophistical temper towards that spy.
"'You should not encourage such feelings of animosity to any of your fellow-creatures
"'returned Lotton, in a tone that caused the operator to drop a pin
"'he was arranging in the bandages from his hand.
"'He looked the patient in the face to remove all doubts of his identity.
"'Finding, however, it was his old comrade, Captain John Lotton, who had spoken,
he rallied his astonished faculties and proceeded by saying,
"'Your doctrine is just, and in general I subscribe to it.
"'But John, my dear fellow, is the bandage easy?'
"'Quite.
"'I agree with you as a whole, but as matter is infinitely divisible,
"'so no case exists without an exception.
"'Lotten, do you feel easy?'
"'Very.'
"'It is not only cruel to the sufferer,
"'but sometimes unjust to others to take human life
"'where a less punishment would answer the purpose.
"'Now, Jack, if you were only—
"'move your arm a little.
"'If you were only, I hope you feel easier, my dear friend?'
"'Much.
"'If, my dear John, you would teach your men to cut with more discretion,
"'it would answer you the same purpose and give me great pleasure.'
"'The doctor drew a heavy sigh, as he was enabled to get rid of what was nearest to his heart,
"'and the dragoon coolly replaced his coat, saying with great deliberation as he retired,
"'I know no troop that cut more judiciously they generally shaved from the crown to the jaw.
"'The disappointed operator collected his instruments,
and with a heavy heart proceeded to pay a visit to the room of Colonel Wellmere.
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This fairy form contains,
a soul as mighty as that which lives within a giant's frame.
These slender limbs that tremble like the Aspen at Summer's Eve's sigh
uphold a spirit which roused can tower to the height of heaven
and light those shining windows of the face with much of heaven's own radiance.
Duo! Unquote.
The number and character of her guests had greatly added to the cares of Miss Jeanette Payton.
The morning found them all restored, in some measure, to their former ease of
body, with the exception of the youthful captain of dragoons, who had been so deeply regretted by
Dunwoody. The wound of this officer was severe, though the surgeon persevered in saying that it was
without danger. His comrade, we have shown, had deserted his couch, and Henry Wharton awoke from
a sleep that had been undisturbed by anything but a dream of suffering amputation under the
hands of a surgical novice. As it proved, however, to be nothing but a dream, the youth found
himself much refreshed by his slumbers, and Dr. Sidgreaves removed all further apprehensions by
confidently pronouncing that he would be a well man within a fortnight.
During all this time, Colonel Wellmear did not make an appearance.
He breakfasted in his own room, and notwithstanding certain significant smiles of the man of science,
declared himself much too injured to rise from his bed.
Leaving him, therefore, endeavoring to conceal his chagrin in the solitude of his chamber,
the surgeon proceeded to the more grateful task of sitting an hour by the bedside of George Singleton.
A slight flush was on the face of the patient as the doctor entered the room,
and the latter advanced promptly and laid his fingers on the pulse of the youth,
beckoning to him to be silent while he muttered,
growing symptoms of a febrile pulse.
No, no, my dear George, you must remain quiet and dumb,
though your eyes look better and your skin has even a moisture.
Nay, my dear sit-greaves, said the youth, taking his hand.
You see, there is no fever about me.
Look, is there any of Jack Lotton's whore-frost on my tongue?
No, indeed, said the surgeon,
clapping a spoon in the mouth of the other,
forcing it open and looking down his throat as if disposed
to visit the interior in person.
the tongue is well and the pulse begins to lower again. Ah, the bleeding did you good.
Flobotomy is a sovereign, specific for southern constitutions, but that madcap Loughton absolutely
refused to be blooded for a fall he had from a horse last night.
Why, George, your case is becoming singular, continued the doctor, instinctively throwing aside
his wig, your pulse even and soft, your skin moist, but your eye fiery and cheek flushed.
Oh, I must examine more closely into these symptoms.
Softly, my good friend, softly said that you falling in my friend,
back on his pillow and losing some of that color which alarmed his companion.
I believe in extracting the ball you did for me all that is required.
I am free from pain, and only weak I do assure you.
Captain Singleton said the surgeon with heat.
It is presumptuous in you to pretend to tell your medical attendant when you are free from pain,
if it be not to enable us to decide in such matters of what avail the likes of science.
For shame, George, for shame.
Even that perverse fellow John Lawton could not behave with more obstinacy.
His patient smiled, as he gently repulsed,
his position in an attempt to undo the bandages, and with a returning glow to his cheeks, inquired,
"'Do Archibald, a term of endearment that seldom failed to soften the operator's heart,
"'Tell me what spirit from heaven has been gliding around my apartment while I lay pretending to be asleep.'
"'If anyone interferes with my patients,' cried the doctor hastily,
"'I will teach them, spirit or no spirit, what it is to meddle with another man's concerns.
"'Tot, my dear fellow, there was no interference made nor any intended.
"'See, exhibiting the bandages. Everything is as you left it.
but it glided about the room with the grace of a fairy and the tenderness of an angel.
The surgeon, having satisfied himself that everything was as he left it, very deliberately resumed his seat and replaced his wig,
as he inquired with a brevity that would have honored Lieutenant Mason, had it petticoats, George.
I saw nothing but its heavenly eyes, its bloom, its majestic step, its grace, replied the young man,
with rather more ardor than his surgeon thought consistent with his debilitated condition,
and he laid his hand on his mouth to stop himself, saying,
It must have been Miss Jeanette Payton, a lady of fine accomplishments with—with something of the kind of step you speak of. A very complacent eye, and as to the bloom, I dare say, offices of charity can summon as fine a color to her cheeks, as glows in the faces of her more youthful nieces.
Nises, has she nieces, then? The angel I saw may be a daughter, a sister, or a niece, but never an on.
Hush, George, hush, your talking has brought your pulse up again. You must observe quiet, and prepare for a meeting with your own sister,
who will be here within an hour.
What, Isabella? And who sent for her?
The Major.
Consider it, Don Woody murmured the exhausted youth,
sinking again on his pillow where the commands of his attendant compelled him to remain silent.
Even Captain Lawton had been received with many and courteous inquiries after the state of his health
from all the members of the family when he made his morning entrance,
but an invisible spirit presided over the comforts of the English colonel.
Sarah had shrunk with consciousness from entering the room,
yet she knew the position of every glass and had with her own hands supplied the contents of every bull that stood on his table.
At the time of our tale we were a divided people, and Sarah thought it was no more than her duty to cherish the institutions of that country to which she yet clung as the land of her forefathers,
but there were other and more cogent reasons for the silent preference she was giving to the Englishman.
His image had first filled the void in her youthful fancy, and it was an image that was distinguished by many of those attractions that can enchain a female heart.
It is true he wanted the personal excellence of Peyton Dunwoody, but his pretensions were far from contemptible.
Sarah had moved about the house during the morning, casting frequent and longing glances at the door of Wellmere's apartment,
anxious to learn the condition of his wounds and yet ashamed to inquire. Conscious interest kept her tongue tied until her sister with the frankness of innocence had put the desired question to Dr. Sitgreaves.
Colonel Wellmere said the operator gravely is in what I call a state of free will, madame. He is ill or he is well as he pleases.
His case, young lady, exceeds my art to heal, and I take it Sir Henry Clinton is the best advisor he can apply to,
though Major Dunwitty has made the communication with his leech rather difficult.
Francis smiled but averted her face while Sarah moved with the grace of an offended Juno from the apartment.
Her own room, however, afforded her but little relief, and in passing through the long gallery
that communicated with each of the chambers of the building, she noticed the door of Singleton's room to be open.
The wounded youth seemed sleeping and was alone.
She had ventured lightly into the apartment,
visited herself for a few minutes in arranging the tables,
and the nourishment provided for the patient,
hardly conscious of what she was doing,
and possibly dreaming that these little feminine offices were performed for another.
Her natural bloom was heightened by the insinuation of the surgeon,
nor was the lustre of her eye in any degree diminished.
The sound of the approaching footsteps of Sidgreaves
hastened her retreat down a private stairway to the side of her sister.
The sisters then sought the fresh air on the piazza,
and as they pursued their walk, arm in arm and armed the following,
dialogue took place. "'There is something disagreeable about this surgeon of Dunwoody,' said Sarah,
"'that causes me to wish him away most heartily. Francis fixed her laughing eyes on her sister,
but forbearing to speak the other readily construed their expression, and hastily added,
but I forget he is one of your renowned core of Virginians, and must be spoken of reverently.
"'As respectfully as you please, my dear sister, there is but little danger of exceeding the truth.'
"'Not in your opinion,' said the elder with little warmth,
but I think Mr. Dunwoody has taken a liberty that exceeds the rights of consanguinity.
He has made our father's house a hospital.
We ought to be grateful that none of the patients it contains are dearer to us.
Your brother is one.
True, true, interrupted Francis, blushing to the eyes,
but he leaves his room and thinks his wound lightly purchased by the pleasure of being with his friends.
If, she added, with a tremulous lip,
this dreadful suspicion that is affixed to his visit were removed,
I could consider his wound of little moment.
you now have the fruits of rebellion brought home to you, a brother wounded and a prisoner, and perhaps a victim.
Your father distressed, his privacy interrupted, and not improbably his estates torn from him on account of his loyalty to his king.
Francis continued her walk in silence.
While facing the northern entrance to the veil, her eyes were uniformly fastened on the point where the road was suddenly lost by the intervention of a hill,
and at each turn as she lost sight of the spot she lingered until an impatient movement of her sister quickened her pace to an even,
motion with that of her own. At length, a single horse-chaise was seen making its way carefully among
the stones which lay scattered over the country road that wound through the valley and approached the
cottage. The color of Francis changed as the vehicle gradually drew nearer, and when she was unable to
see a female form in it by the side of a black in livery, her limbs shook with an agitation that
compelled her to lean on Sarah for support. In a few minutes the travelers approached the gate. It was
thrown open by a dragoon who followed the carriage, and who had been the messenger dispatched
by Dunwoody to the father of Captain Singleton.
Miss Peyton advanced to receive their guest,
and the sisters united in giving her the kindest welcome.
Still Francis could with difficulty withdraw her truant eyes
from the countenance of their visitor.
She was young and of a light and fragile form,
but of exquisite proportions.
Her eyes were large, full, black, piercing,
and at times a little wild.
Her hair was luxuriant,
and as it was without the powder it was then the fashion to wear,
it fell in raven blackness.
A few of its locks had fallen on her cheek, giving its chilling whiteness by the contrast a more deadly character.
Dr. Sittgreaves supported her from the chaise, and when she gained the floor of the piazza she turned an expressive look on the face of the practitioner.
"'Your brother is out of danger and wishes to see you, Miss Singleton,' said the surgeon.
The lady burst into a flood of tears.
Francis had stood contemplating the action and face of Isabella with a kind of uneasy admiration,
but she now sprang to her side with the ardor of a sister,
and kindly drawing her arm within her own, led the way to a retired room.
The movement was so ingenuous, so considerate, and so delicate,
that even Miss Peyton withheld her interference,
following the youthful pair with only her eyes and a smile of complacency.
The feeling was communicated to all the spectators,
and they dispersed in pursuit of their usual avocations.
Isabella yielded to the gentle influence of Francis without resistance,
and having gained the room where the latter conducted her,
wept in silence on the shoulder of the observant and soothing girl
until Francis thought her tears exceeded the emotion natural to the occasion.
The sobs of Miss Singleton for a time were violent and uncontrollable
until, with an evident exertion, she yielded to a kind observation of her companion
and succeeded in suppressing her tears.
Raising her face to the eyes of Francis she rose,
while a smile of beautiful radiance passed over her features,
and making a hasty apology for the excess of her emotion,
she desired to be conducted to the room of the invalid.
The meeting between the brother and sister was warm, but, by an effort on the part of the lady, more composed than her previous agitation had given reason to expect.
Isabella found her brother looking better and in less danger than her sensitive imagination had led her to suppose.
Her spirits rose in proportion, from despondency she passed to something like gaiety,
her beautiful eyes sparkled with renovated brilliancy, and her face was lighted with smiles so fascinating that Francis,
who, in compliance with her earnest entreaties, had accompanied.
her to the sick chamber, sat gazing on a countenance that possessed so wonderful variability,
impelled by a charm that was beyond her control. The youth had thrown an earnest look at Francis,
as soon as his sister raised herself from his arms, and perhaps it was the first glance at the
lovely lineaments of our heroine when the gazed turned his eyes from the view in disappointment.
He seemed bewildered, rubbed his forehead like a man awaking from a dream and mused.
"'Where is done, witty, Isabella,' he said.
"'The excellent fellow is never weary of kind actions.
"'After a day of such service as that of yesterday,
"'he has spent the night in bringing me a nurse
"'whose presence alone is able to raise me from my couch.
"'The expression of the lady's countenance changed.
"'Her eye roved around the apartment
"'with a character of wildness in it
"'that repelled the anxious Francis
"'who studied her movements with unabated interest.
"'Dunwoody, is he not here, then?
"'I thought to have met him by the side of my brother's bed.
"'He has duties that require his presence elsewhere.
"'The English are said to be out by the way of the Hudson,
and they give us light troops but little rest.
Surely nothing else could have kept him so long from a wounded friend.
But Isabella the meeting has been too much for you. You tremble.
Isabella made no reply. She stretched her hand toward the table which held the nourishment of the captain,
and the attentive Francis comprehended her wishes in a moment.
A glass of water in some measure revived the sister, who was unable to say,
Doubtless it is his duty.
Twas said above a royal party was moving on the river,
though I passed the troops but two miles from this spot.
The latter part of the sentence was hardly audible, and it was spoken more in the manner of a soliloquy than as if for the ears of her companions.
"'On the march, Isabella, eagerly inquired her brother?'
"'No, dismounted and seemingly at rest,' was the reply.
"'The wandering dragoon turned his gaze on the countenance of his sister, who sat with her eye bent on the carpet in unconscious absence but found no explanation.
His look was changed to the face of Francis, who, startled by the earnestness of his expression, arose,
and hastily inquired if he would have any assistance.
If you can pardon the rudeness, said the wounded officer,
making a feeble effort to raise his body,
I would request to have Captain Lawton's company for a moment.
Francis hastened instantly to communicate his wish to that gentleman,
and impelled by an interest she could not control,
she returned again to her seat by the side of Miss Singleton.
Lawton said the youth impatiently as the trooper entered,
hear you from the major!
The eye of the sister was now bent on the face of the trooper
who made his salutations to the lady with ease,
"'blended with the frankness of a soldier.
"'His man has been here twice, he said, to inquire how we fared in the Lazaretto.
"'And why not himself?
"'That is a question the major can answer best,
"'but you know the red-coats are abroad,
"'and Dunwoody commands in the county.
"'These English must be looked to.
"'True,' said Singleton slowly, as if struck with the other's reasons,
"'but how is it that you are idle when there is work to do?
"'My sword-arm is not in the best condition in Rowanoke has but a shambling gate this morning.
"'Besides, there is another reason I could mention,
if it were not that Miss Wharton would never forgive me.
"'Speak, I beg, without dread of my displeasure,' said Francis,
"'returning the good-humoured smile of the trooper with the archness natural to her own sweet face.
"'The odors of your kitchen, then,' cried Lawton bluntly,
"'forbid my quitting the domains until I qualify myself to speak with more certainty
"'concerning the fatness of the land.
"'Oh, Aunt Jeanette is exerting herself to do credit to my father's hospitality,'
said the laughing girl,
"'and I am a truant from her labors,
"'as I shall be a stranger to her favour unless I proffer my assistance.'
francis withdrew to seek her aunt musing deeply on the character and extreme sensibility of the new acquaintance chance had brought to the cottage the wounded officer followed her with his eyes as she moved with infantile grace through the door of his apartment and as she vanished from his view he observed
such an aunt a niece are seldom to be met with jack this seems a fairy but the aunt is angelic you are doing well i see your enthusiasm for the sex holds its own i should be ungrateful as well as insensible did i not bear testimony to the loveliness of miss peyton
"'A good motherly lady, but as to love, that is a matter of taste.
A few years younger, with deference to her prudence and experience, would accord better with my fancy.'
"'She must be under twenty,' said the other quickly.
"'It depends on the way you count.
If you begin at the heel of life, well, but if you reckon downward as is most common, I think she is nearer forty.'
"'You have mistaken an elder sister for the aunt,' said Isabella, laying her fair hand on the mouth of the invalid.
"'You must be silent. Your feelings are beginning to affect your frame.'
the entrance of dr sitgreaves who in some alarm noticed the increase of feverish symptoms in his patient enforced this mandate and the trooper withdrew to pay a visit of condolence to roanoke who had been an equal sufferer with himself in their last night's somersault
to his great joy his man pronounced to the steed to be equally convalescent with the master and lawton found that by dint of rubbing the animal's limbs several hours without ceasing he was enabled to place his feet in what he called systematic motion orders were accordingly given to be in readiness to rejoin the troop at the four
corners as soon as his master had shared in the bounty of the approaching banquet.
In the meantime, Henry Wharton entered the apartment of Wellmere, and by his sympathy
succeeded in restoring the colonel to his own good graces. The latter was consequently
enabled to rise and prepared to meet a rival of whom he had spoken so lightly as the result
had proved, with so little reason. Wharton knew that their misfortune, as they both termed
their defeat, was owing to the other's rashness, but he forbore to speak of anything
except the unfortunate accident which had deprived the English of their leader, and to which he,
good-naturedly ascribed their subsequent discomfiture. In short, Wharton said the Colonel,
putting one leg out of bed, it may be called a combination of untoward events. Your own
ungovernable horse prevented my orders from being carried to the Major, in season to flank the
rebels. Very true, replied the captain, kicking a slipper toward the bed. Had we succeeded in getting a few
good fires upon them in flank, we should have sent these brave Virginians to the right about.
"'I and that in double-quick time,' cried the colonel,
"'making the other leg follow its companion.
"'Then it was necessary to route the guides, you know,
"'and the movement gave them the best possible opportunity to charge.'
"'Yes,' said the other sending the second slipper after the first,
"'and this major Dunwoody never overlooks an advantage.
"'I think if we had the thing to do over again,' continued the colonel,
"'raising himself on his feet,
"'we might alter the case very materially,
"'though the chief thing the rebels have now to boast of is my capture.
"'They were repulsed you saw in their attempt to drive us from the wood.'
at least they would have been had they made an attack said the captain throwing the rest of his clothes within reach of the colonel why that is the same thing returned while mere beginning to dress himself to assume such an attitude as to intimidate the enemy as the chief art of war
doubtlessly then you may remember in one of their charges they were completely routed true true cried the colonel with animation had i been there to have improved that advantage we might have turned the table on the yankees saying which he displayed still greater animation in completing his toilet and he was soon prepared to make his appearance fully restored to his own good opinion and fairly persuaded that his capture was owing to casualties absolutely beyond the control of man
The knowledge that Colonel Wellmere was to be guest at the table, in no degree diminished the preparations which were already making for the banquet,
and Sarah, after receiving the compliments of the gentleman, and making many kind inquiries after the state of his wounds,
proceeded in person to lend her counsel and taste to one of those labored entertainments which at that day were so frequent in country life,
and which are not entirely banished from our domestic economy at the present moment.
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I will stand to and feed, although my last.
Tempest
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The savor of preparation which had been noticed by
Captain Lawton began to increase within the walls of the cottage.
Certain sweet-smelling odors that arose from the subterranean territories of Caesar
gave to the trooper the most pleasing assurances that his olfactory nerves,
which on such occasions were as acute as his eyes on others, had faithfully performed their duty,
and for the benefit of enjoying the passing sweets as they arose,
the dragoon so placed himself at a window of the building that not a vapor charged with the spices of the east
could exhale on its passage to the clouds without,
first giving its incense to his nose.
Lawton, however, by no means indulged himself in this comfortable arrangement, without first
making such preparations to do meet honor to the feast, as his scanty wardrobe would allow,
the uniform of his core was always a passport to the best tables, and this, though somewhat
tarnished by faithful service and unceremonious usage, was properly brushed and decked out
for the occasion. His head, which nature had ornamented with the blackness of a crow, now shone
with the whiteness of snow, and his bony hand, that so well became the saber,
peered from beneath a ruffle with something like maiden coyness.
The improvements of the dragoon went no further, except that his boots shone with more than
holiday splendor and his spurs glittered in the rays of the sun, as became the pure ore of
which they were composed.
Caesar moved through the apartments with a face charged with an importance exceeding even
that which had accompanied him in his melancholy task of the morning.
the Black had early returned from the errand on which he had been dispatched by the pedlar,
and, obedient to the commands of his mistress, promptly appeared to give his services where his
allegiance was due. So serious indeed was his duty now becoming, that it was only at odd moments
he was able to impart to his Sable brother, who had been sent in attendance on Miss Singleton
to the locusts, any portion of the wonderful incidents of the momentous night he had so lately
passed. By ingeniously using, however, such occasions as accidentally offered, Caesar communicated
so many of the heads of his tale as served to open the eyes of his visitor to their fullest width.
The gusto for the marvelous was innate in these Sableworthies, and Miss Peyton found it necessary
to interpose her authority in order to postpone the residue of the history to a more
befitting opportunity.
Ah, Miss Jeanette, said Caesar, shaking his head and looking all that he expressed,
"'Twas awful to see Johnny Birch walk on a feat when he lie dead.
"'This concluded the conversation, though the black promised himself the satisfaction
"'and did not fail to enjoy it, of having many a gossip on the subject at a future period.
"'The ghost, thus happily laid, the Department of Miss Peyton flourished,
"'and by the time the afternoon's sun had travelled a two-hour's journey from the meridian,
"'the formal procession from the kitchen to the parlor commenced,
"'under the auspices of Caesar, who led the van, supporting a turkey on the palms of his withered hands,
with the dexterity of a balanced master.
Next followed the servant of Captain Lawton, bearing,
as he marched siffly in walking wide,
as if allowing room for his steed,
a ham of true Virginian flavor,
a present from the spinster's brother in Akomac.
The supporter of this savory dish
kept his eye on his trust with military precision,
and by the time he reached his destination,
it might be difficult to say which contained the most juice,
his own mouth or the acomic bacon.
Third in line was to be seen the valet
of Colonel Wellmere, who carried in either hand chickens, fricasseed, and oyster patties.
After him marched the attendant of Dr. Sitgreaves, who had instinctively seized an enormous
terrain, as most resembling matters he understood, and followed on in place until the steams
of the soup so completely be dimmed the spectacles he wore as a badge of office, that on
arriving at the scene of action he was compelled to deposit his freight on the floor until,
by removing the glasses, he could see his way through the pile of reserved china and plate-warmers.
Next followed another trooper, whose duty it was to attend on Captain Singleton,
and as if apportioning his appetite to the feeble state of his master,
he had contented himself with conveying a pair of ducks, roasted,
until their tempting fragrance began to make him repent his having so lately,
demolished a breakfast that had been provided for his master's sister,
with another prepared for himself.
The white boy, who belonged to the house, brought up,
the rear, groaning under a load of sundry dishes of vegetables that the cook, by way of climax,
had unwittingly heaped on him. But this was far from all of the preparations for that day's
feast. Caesar had no sooner deposited his bird, which, but the week before had been flying
amongst the highlands of Duchess, little dreaming of so soon heading such a goodly
assemblage, then he turned mechanically on his heel and took up his line of march again for the
kitchen. In this evolution the black was imitated by his companions in succession, and another
procession to the parlor followed in the same order. By this admirable arrangement, whole flocks
of pigeons, certain bevies of quails, shoals of flatfish, bass, and sundry woodcock found
their way into the presence of the company. A third attack brought suitable quantities of
potatoes, onions, beets, coldslaw, rice, and all the other minutia of a goodly dinner.
The board now fairly groaned with American profusion, and Caesar, glancing his eye over the show
with a most approving conscience, after readjusting every dish that had not been placed on the table
with his own hands, proceeded to acquaint the mistress of the rebels that his task was happily
accomplished. Some half-hour before the culinary array just recorded took place, all the ladies
disappeared, much in the same unaccountable manner that swallows flee the approach of winter,
but the springtime of their return had arrived, and the whole party were collected in an apartment
that, in consequence of its containing no side table, and being furnished with a chintz-coverlet settee,
was termed a withdrawing-room.
The kind-hearted spinster had deemed the occasion worthy, not only of extraordinary preparations
in the culinary department, but had seen proper to deck her own person in garments suited to the
guests whom it was now her happiness to entertain.
On her head Miss Peyton wore a cap of exquisite lawn, which was ornamented in front with a broad
border of lace that spread from the face in such a manner as to admit of a display of artificial
flowers clustered in a group on the summit of her fine forehead. The color of her hair was
lost in the profusion of powder with which it was covered, but a slight curling of the extremities
in some degree relieved the formality of its arrangement and gave a look of feminine softness to
the features. Her dress was a rich, heavy silk of violet color, cut low around the bust with a
stomacher of the same material that fitted close to the figure and exhibited the form from the shoulders
to the waist in its true proportions. Below the dress was full and sufficiently showed that
parsimony in attire was not a foible of the day. A small loop displayed the beauty of the fabric to
advantage and aided in giving majesty to the figure. The tall stature of the lady was heightened
by shoes of the same material with the dress whose heels added more than an inch to the
liberality of nature.
The sleeves were short and close to the limb until they fell off at the elbows in large
ruffles that hung in rich profusion from the arm when extended, and duplicates and triplicates
of lawn trimmed with Dresden lace lent their aid in giving delicacy to a hand and arm that
yet retained their whiteness in symmetry. A treble row of large pearls closely encircled her throat,
and a handkerchief of lace partially concealed that part of the person that the silk had left
exposed, but which the experience of forty years had warned Miss Peyton should now be veiled.
Thus attired, and standing erect with the lofty grace that distinguished the manners of that day,
the maiden would have looked into nothingness a bevy of modern bells.
The taste of Sarah had kept even pace with the decorations of her aunt, and a dress,
differing in no respect from the one just described but in material and tints, exhibited her
imposing form to equal advantage.
The satin of her robe was of a pale bluish color.
Twenty years did not, however, require the screen that was pretext.
prudent in forty, and nothing in an envious border of exquisite lace hid in some measure what the satin left exposed to view.
The upper part of the bust and the fine fall of the shoulders were blazing in all their native beauty,
and like the aunt the throat was ornamented by a treble row of pearls to correspond with which were rings of the same quality in the ears.
The head was without a cap and the hair drawn up from the countenance so as to give to the eye all the loveliness of a forehead as polished as marble and as white as snow.
A few straggling curls fell gracefully on the neck,
and a bouquet of artificial flowers was also placed, like a coronet, over her brow.
Miss Singleton had resigned her brother to the advice of Dr. Sitgreaves,
who had succeeded in getting his patient into a deep sleep
after quieting certain feverish symptoms that followed the agitation of the interview.
The sister was persuaded by the observant mistress of the mansion to make one of the party,
and she sat by the side of Sarah, differing but little in appearance from that lady,
except in refusing the use of powder on her raven locks,
and that her unusually high forehead and large,
brilliant eyes gave an expression of thoughtfulness to her features
that was possibly heightened by the paleness of her cheek.
Last and least, but not the most unlovely,
in this display of female charms,
was the youngest daughter of Mr. Wharton.
Francis, we have already mentioned,
left the city before she had attained the age of fashionable womanhood.
A few adventurous spirits were already beginning to make inroads
in those customs which had so long invaded the comforts of the
fair sex, and the youthful girl had ventured to trust her beauty to the height which nature had
bestowed. This was but little, but that little was a masterpiece. Francis several times
had determined in the course of the morning to bestow more than usual pains in the decoration
of her person. Each time in succession, as she formed this resolution, she spent a few minutes in
looking earnestly towards the north, and then she has invariably changed it. At the appointed hour,
our heroine appeared in the drawing-room, clothed in a robe of pale blue silk, of a
cut in fashion much like that worn by her sister. Her hair was left to the wild curls of nature,
its exuberance being confined to the crown of her head by a long, low comb, made of light tortoise
shell, a color barely distinguishable in the golden hue of her tresses. Her dress was without a plate
or a wrinkle, and fitted the form with an exactitude that might lead one to imagine the arch girl
more than suspected the beauties it displayed. A tucker of rich Dresden lace softened the contour of the
figure. Her head was without ornament, but around her throat was a necklace of gold, clasped
in the front with a rich Cornelian. Once, and only once, as they moved toward the repast,
did Lawton see a foot thrust itself from beneath the folds of her robe, and exhibit its
little beauties encased in a slipper of blue silk, clasped close to the shape by a buckle of
brilliance. The trooper caught himself sighing as he thought, though it was good for nothing in the
stirrup, how enchantingly it would grace a minuet. As the black appeared on the threshold of
of the room, making a low reverence, which has been interpreted for some centuries into dinner
weights, Mr. Wharton, clad in a dress of drab, bedecked with enormous buttons, advanced
formally to Miss Singleton, and bending his powdered head nearly to the level of the hand he
extended, received hers in return. Dr. Sitgreaves offered the same homage to Miss Peyton
and met with equal favor, the lady first pausing to draw on her gloves. Colonel Wellmere
was honored with a smile from Sarah while performing a similar duty, and Francis gave the
ends of her taper fingers to Captain Lawton with maiden bashfulness.
Much time in some trouble were expended before the whole party were, to the great joy of Caesar,
comfortably arranged around the table, with proper attention to all points of etiquette and precedence.
The black well knew the Vians were not improving, and though abundantly able to comprehend the
disadvantage of eating a cold dinner, it greatly exceeded his powers of philosophy to weigh
all the latent consequences to society which depended on social order.
much time and some trouble were expended before the whole party were to the great joy of caesar comfortably arranged around the table with proper attention to all points of etiquette and precedence dr sitgreaves offered the same homage to miss peyton and met with equal favor the lady first pausing to draw on her gloves
the black well knew the vions were not improving and though abundantly able to comprehend the disadvantage of eating a cold dinner it greatly exceeded his powers of philosophy to weigh all the latent consequences to society which depend on social order
for the first ten minutes all but the captain of dragoons found themselves in a situation much to their liking even lawton would have been perfectly happy had not excess of civility on the part of his host and miss jeanette peyton kept him from the more aggris
agreeable occupation of tasting dishes he did want in order to decline those he did not at length however the repost was fairly commenced and a devoted application on the viands was more eloquent than a thousand words in favour of dinah's skill
next came drinking with the ladies but as the wine was excellent and the glasses ample the trooper bore this interruption with consummate good nature nay so fearful was he of giving offence and of omitting any of the nicer points of punctilio that having commenced to this courtesy with the lady who sat next
to him, he persevered until not one of his fair companions could, with justice,
reproach him with partiality in this particular.
Long abstemiousness from anything like generous wine might plead the excuse of Captain
Lawton, especially when exposed to so strong a temptation as that now before him.
Mr. Wharton had been one of a set of politicians in New York, whose principal exploits before
the war had been to assemble, and to pass sage opinions on, the signs of the times,
under the inspiration of certain liquor made from a grape that grew on the south side of the island of Madeira
and which found its way into the colonies of North America through the medium of the West Indies,
sojourning a while in the western archipelago by way of proving the virtues of the climate.
A large supply of this cordial had been drawn from his storehouse in the city,
and some of it now sparkled in a bottle before the captain,
blushing in the rays of the sun which were passing obliquely through it like amber.
Though the meat and vegetables had made their entrance with perfect order and proprietary,
their exeant was effected much in the manner of the retreat of militia.
The point was to clear the board something after the fabled practice of the harpies,
and by dint of scrambling, tossing, breaking, and spilling,
the remnants of the overflowing repast disappeared.
And now another series of processions commenced,
by virtue of which a goodly display of pastry,
with its usual accompaniments, garnished the table.
Mr. Wharton poured out a glass of wine for the lady who sat on his right hand,
and pushing the bottle to a guest, said with a low bow,
we are to be honoured with a toast from miss singleton although there was nothing more in this movement than occurred every day on such occasions yet the lady trembled coloured and grew pale again seemingly endeavouring to rally her thoughts until by her agitation she had excited the interest of the whole party
when by an effort and in a manner as if she had striven in vain to think of another,
Isabella said faintly,
Major Dunwoody.
The health was drunk cheerfully by all but Colonel Wellmere,
who wet his lips and drew figures on the table with some of the liquor he had spilled.
At length Colonel Wellmere broke silence by saying aloud to Captain Lawton.
I suppose, sir, this Mr. Dunwoody will receive promotion in the rebel army,
for the advantage my misfortune gave him over my command.
The trooper had supplied the wants of nature to him,
his perfect satisfaction, and perhaps, with the exception of Washington and his immediate
commander, there was no mortal whose displeasure he regarded a titul. First, helping himself, therefore,
to a little of his favorite bottle, he replied with admirable coolness.
Colonel Wellmere, your pardon. Major Dunwoody owes his allegiance to the confederated
states of North America, and where he owes it he pays it. Such a man is no rebel. Promoted,
I hope he may be, both because he deserves it, and because I am next in rank in the Corps.
and I know not what you call a misfortune unless you deem meeting the Virginia horse as such.
We will not differ about terms, sir, said the Colonel haughtily.
I spoke as duty to my sovereign prompted,
but do you not call the loss of a commander a misfortune to a party?
It certainly may be so, said the trooper with emphasis.
Miss Peyton will you favor us with a toast, cried the master of the house,
anxious to stop this dialogue.
The lady bought her head with dignity, as she named General Montrose,
and the long-absent bloom stole lightly.
over her features.
There is no term more doubtful than that word misfortune, said the surgeon,
regardless of the nice maneuvers of the host.
Some deem one thing a misfortune, others it's opposite.
Misfortune begets misfortune.
Life is a misfortune, for it may be the means of enduring misfortune,
and death is a misfortune, as it abridges the enjoyments of life.
It is a misfortune that our mess has no wine such as this interrupted the trooper.
We will pledge you a sentiment in it, sir, as seems to suit your taste.
said Mr. Wharton.
Lotton filled to the brim and drank,
a speedy piece or a stirring war.
I drink your toast, Captain Loughton,
though I greatly distrust your construction of activity,
said the surgeon.
In my poor judgment, cavalry should be kept in the rear
to improve a victory, and not sent in front to gain it.
Such may be said to be their natural occupation
if the term can be used in reference to so artificial a body,
for all history shows that the horse have done the most when held in reserve.
This dissertation uttered in a sufficient,
didactic manner was a hint that Miss Peyton did not neglect. She arose and retired, followed by
her juniors. Nearly at the same moment, Mr. Wharton and his son made an apology for their absence,
which was required on the account of the death of a near neighbor and withdrew. The retreat of the
ladies was the signal for the appearance of the surgeon's cigar, which, being established in a
corner of his mouth, in a certain knowing way, caused not the slightest interruption to his
discourse. If anything can sweeten captivity and wounds, it must be the happiness of suffering
in the society of the ladies who have left us, gallantly observed the colonel as he resumed his seat
after closing the door. Sympathy and kindness have their influence on the human system,
returned to the surgeon, knocking the ashes from his cigar, with the tip of a little
finger in the manner of an adept. The connection is intimate between the moral and physical feelings,
but still, to accomplish a cure and restore nature to the healthy tone it has lost from
disease or accident requires more than can flow from unguided sympathies.
In such cases, the lights, the surgeon accidentally caught the eye of the trooper, and he paused,
taking two or three hasty puffs he essayed to finish the sentence.
In such cases, the knowledge that flows from the lights, you were saying, said Colonel
Wellamere, sipping his wine.
The purport of my remark went to say, continued Sittgreaves, turning his back on Lawton,
that a bread poultice would not set a broken arm.
More as the pity, cried the trooper, for next to eating the nourishment could not be
were innocently applied.
To you, Colonel Wellmere said the surgeon,
as a man of education I can with safety appeal.
The Colonel bowed.
You must have observed the dreadful havoc made in your ranks
by the men who were led by this gentleman.
The Colonel looked grave again.
How, when blows lighted on their frame,
life was invariably extinguished beyond all hope of scientific reparation.
How certain yawning wounds were inflicted
that must set at defiance to the art of the most experienced practitioner.
Now, sir, to you I triumphantly appeal,
therefore to know whether your detachment would not have been as effectually defeated if the men had all lost a right arm, for instance, as if they had all lost their heads.
The triumph of your appeal is somewhat hasty, sir, said Well, Mear.
Is the cause of liberty advanced a step by such injudicious harshness in the field, continued the surgeon, bent on the favorite principle of his life?
I am yet to learn that the cause of liberty is in any manner advanced by the services of any gentleman in the rebel army rejoined the colonel.
"'Not liberty, good God, for what, then, are we contending?'
"'Slavery, sir. Yes, even slavery. You are putting the tyranny of a mob on the throne of a kind and lenient prince.
Where is the consistency of your boasted liberty?'
"'Consistency,' repeated the surge in looking about him a little wildly,
"'at hearing such charges against a cause he had so long thought holy.
"'Aye, sir, your consistency, your Congress of Sages have published a manifesto,
"'wherein they have set forth the equality of political rights.
"'Tis true, and it is done.
most ably. I say nothing of its ability, but if true, why not set your slaves at liberty?
This argument, which is thought by most of the colonel's countrymen, a triumphant answer to a thousand
eloquent facts, lost none of its weight by the manner in which it was uttered.
Every American feels humbled at the necessity of vindicating his country from the apparent
inconsistency and injustice of the laws alluded to. His feelings are much like those of an
honorable man who is compelled to exonerate himself from a disgraceful charge,
although he may know the accusation to be false.
At the bottom, Sitgreaves had much good sense,
and thus called upon he took up the cudgels argument in downright earnest.
We deem it a liberty to have the deciding voice in the councils by which we are governed.
We think it a hardship to be ruled by the king of a people who live at a distance of 3,000 miles,
and who cannot and who do not feel a single political interest in common with ourselves.
I say nothing of oppression.
The child was of age and was entitled to the privileges of majority,
in such cases there is but one tribunal to which to appeal for our nation's rights.
It is power, and we now make the appeal.
Such doctrines may suit your present purposes, said Well, Mear, with a sneer,
but I apprehend it is opposed to all the opinions and practices of civilized nations.
It is in conformity with the practices of all nations, said the surgeon,
returning the nod and smile of Lawton,
who enjoyed the good sense of his comrade as much as he disliked what he called his medical talk.
Who would be ruled when he can rule?
the only rational ground to take is that every community has a right to govern itself so that in no manner it violates the laws of God.
And is holding your fellow creatures in bondage in conformity to those laws? asked the colonel impressively.
The surgeon took another glass and Hemming once returned to the combat.
Sir, he said, slavery is a very ancient origin and it seems to have been confined to no particular religion or form of government.
Every nation of civilized Europe does or has held their fellow creatures in this kind of duress.
"'You will accept Great Britain,' cried the Colonel proudly.
"'No, sir,' continued the surgeon confidently,
"'feeling that he was now carrying the war out of his own country.
"'I cannot accept Great Britain.
"'It was her children, her ships, and her laws,
"'that first introduced the practice into these states,
"'and on her institutions the judgment must fall.
"'There is not a foot of ground belonging to England
"'in which a negro would be useful that has not its slave.
"'England herself has none,
"'but England is overflowing with physical force,
"'a part of which she is obliged to make
maintain in the shape of poppers. The same is true of France and most other European countries.
So long as we were content to remain colonies, nothing was said of our system of domestic slavery.
But now, when we are resolute to obtain as much freedom as the vicious system of metropolitan rule has left us,
that which is England's gift has become our reproach. Will your master liberate the slaves of his subjects,
should he succeed in subduing the new states, or will he condemn the whites to the same servitude as that in which he has been so long content to see the blacks?
It is true we continue the practice, but we must come gradually to the remedy or create an evil greater than that which we endure at present.
Doubtless, as we advance, the manumission of our slaves will accompany us until happily these fair regions shall exist without a single image of the creator that is held in a state which disqualifies him to judge of that creator's goodness.
It will be remembered that Dr. Sitgreaves spoke 40 years ago, and Wellmere was unable to contradict his prophetic assertion.
Finding the subject getting to be naughty,
the Englishman retired to the apartment in which the ladies had assembled,
and seated by the sight of Sarah, he found a more pleasing employment
in relating the events of fashionable life in the metropolis,
and in recalling the thousand little anecdotes of their former associates.
Miss Peyton was a pleased listener as she dispensed the bounties of the tea-table,
and Sarah frequently bowed her blushing countenance to her needlework,
as her face glowed at the flattering remarks of her companion.
The dialogue we have related established a perfect truce between the surgeon and his comrade,
and the former having paid a visit to Singleton, they took their leave of the ladies and mounted,
the former to visit the wounded at the encampment, and the latter to rejoin his troop,
but their movements were arrested at the gate by an occurrence that we shall relate in the next chapter.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 14
I see no more those white locks
thinly spread round the bald polish of that honored head
no more that meek, that supplicant look in prayer,
nor that pure faith that gave it force are there.
But he is blessed, and I lament no more,
a wise, good man, content to be poor.
Crab.
We have already said that the custom
of America leave the dead but a short time in sight of the mourners, and the necessity of providing
for his own safety had compelled the peddler to abridge even this brief space. In the confusion
and agitation produced by the events we have recorded the death of the elder Birch had occurred
unnoticed, but a sufficient number of the immediate neighbors were hastily collected, and the
ordinary rights of sepulter were now about to be paid to the deceased. It was the approach of this
humble procession that arrested the movements of the trooper and his comrade. Four men supported the
body on a rude beer, and four others walked in advance, ready to relieve their friends from their
burden. The peddler walked next to the coffin, and by his side moved Katie Haynes, with the most
determined aspect of woe, and next to the mourners came Mr. Wharton and the English captain.
Two or three old men and women, with a few straggling boys, brought up the rear. Captain Lawson
sat in his saddle in rigid silence, until the bearers came opposite to his position,
and then, for the first time, Harvey raised his eyes from the ground,
and saw the enemy that he had dreaded so near him. The first impulse of the peddler was
certainly flight, but recovering his recollection. He fixed his eye on the coffin of his parent,
and passed the dragoon with a firm step but swelling heart. The trooper slowly lifted his cap
and continued uncovered, until Mr. Wharton and his son had moved by, when, accompanied by the surgeon, he rode leisurely in the rear, maintaining an inflexible silence.
Caesar emerged from the cellar kitchen of the cottage, and with a face of settled solemnity, added himself to the number of the followers of the funeral, though with a humble mean and at a most respectful distance from the horseman.
The old negro had placed around his arm a little above the elbow, a napkin of unsullied whiteness,
it being the only time since his departure from the city that he had enjoyed an opportunity of exhibiting himself in the garniture of Serval morning.
He was a great lover of propriety, and had been a little stimulated to this display by a desire to show his sable friend from Georgia all the decencies of a New York funeral,
and the abolition of his zeal went off very well, producing no other result than a mild lecture from Miss Peyton at his return on the fitness of things.
The attendance of the black was thought well enough in itself, but the napkin was deemed a superfluous exhibition of ceremony at the funeral of a man who had performed all the menial offices in his own person.
The graveyard was an enclosure on the grounds of Mr. Wharton, which had been fenced with stone and set apart for the purpose by that gentleman some years before,
It was not, however, intended as a burial place for any of his own family.
Until the fire, which raged as the British troops took possession of New York, had laid Trinity in ashes, a goodly gilded tablet on its walls proclaimed the virtues of his deceased parents, and beneath a flag of marble in one of the aisles of the church, their bones were left to molder in aristocratical repose.
Captain Lawton made a movement as if he was disposed to follow the procession when it left the highway.
to enter the field which contained the graves of the humble dead,
but he was recalled to recollection by a hint from his companion
that he was taking the wrong road.
Of all the various methods which have been adopted by man
for the disposal of his earthly remains,
which do you prefer, Captain Lawton, said the surgeon,
as they separated from the little procession.
In some countries, the body is exposed to be devoured by wild beasts.
In others it is suspended in the air to exhale its substance
in the manner of decomposition, in other regions it is consumed on the funeral pyre, and again
it is inhumed in the bowels of the earth. Every people have their own particular fashion,
and to which do you give the preference? All are agreeable, said the trooper, following the group
they had left with his eyes, though the speediest interments give the cleanest fields,
of which are you an admirer. The last has practiced by ourselves, but the other three
are destructive of all the opportunities for dissection, whereas in the last the coffin can lie
in peaceful decency, while the remains are made to subserve the useful purposes of science.
Oh, Captain Lawson, I enjoy comparatively but few opportunities of such a nature to what I expected upon
entering the army. To what may these pleasures numerically amount in a year, said the captain,
withdrawing his gaze from the graveyard. Within a dozen, upon my honor, my best picking is when the
corps is detached, for when we are with the main army there are so many boys to be satisfied
that I seldom get a good subject.
Those youngsters are as wasteful as prodigals and as greedy as vultures.
A dozen, echoed the trooper in surprise.
Why, I furnish you that number with my own hands.
Ah, Jack, returned the doctor, approaching the subject with great tenderness of manner.
It is seldom I can do anything with your patience.
You disfigure them woefully.
Believe me, John, when I tell you as a friend, that your system is all wrong.
You unnecessarily destroy life, and then you injure the body, so it is unfit for the only use that can be made of a dead man.
The trooper maintained a silence, which he thought would be the most probable means of preserving peace between them,
and the surgeon, turning his head from taking a last look at the burial,
as they rode round the foot of the hill that shut the valley from their sight,
continued with a suppressed sigh.
One might get a natural death from that graveyard tonight if there was but time and opportunity.
the patient must be the father of the lady we saw this morning.
The petticoat doctor, she with the Aurora Borealis complexion, said the trooper with a smile
that began to cause uneasiness to his companion.
But the lady was not the gentleman's daughter, only his medico-pedicote attendant,
and the Harvey, whose name was made to rhyme with every word in her song, is the renowned peddler spy.
What? He who unhorsed you?
"'No man ever unhorsed me,'
"'Dr. Sit Grieves,' said the dragoon, gravely.
"'I fell by mischance of Roanoke.
"'Rider and beast kissed the earth together.
"'A warm embrace from the love-spots
"'it left on your cuticle,
"'to the thousand pities you cannot find
"'where the tattling rascal lies hid.
"'He followed his father's body.
"'And you let him pass,' cried the surgeon,
"'checking his horse.
"'Let us return immediately and take him.
"'Tomorrow you shall have a hang jack
"'and damn me, I'll have him.
dissect him! Softly, softly, softly, my dear Archibald, would you arrest a man while paying
the last offices to a dead father? Leave him to me, and I pledge myself he shall have justice.
The doctor muttered his dissatisfaction at any postponement of vengeance, but he was compelled
to acquiesce, from a regard to his reputation for propriety, and they continued their ride to
the quarters of the Corps, engaged in various discussions concerning the welfare of the human body.
Birch supported the grave and collected manner that was thought becoming in a male mourner on such occasions,
and to Katie was left the part of exhibiting the tenderness of the softer sex.
There are some people whose feelings are of such nature that they cannot weep unless it be in proper company,
and the spinster was a good deal addicted to this congregational virtue.
After casting her eyes around the small assemblage, the housekeeper found the countenances of the few females who were
present, fixed on her, in solemn expectation, and the effect was instantaneous. The maiden really
wept, and she gained no inconsiderable sympathy, and some reputation for a tender heart from
the spectators. The muscles of the peddler's face were seemed to move, and as the first clod
of earth fell on the tenement of his father, sending up that dull, hollow sound that speaks so eloquently
the mortality of man, his whole frame was for an instant convulsed.
He bent his body down, as if in pain. His fingers worked while the hands hung lifeless by his side,
and there was an expression in his countenance that seemed to announce a writhing of the soul,
but it was not unresisted, and it was transient.
He stood erect, drew a long breath, and looked around him, with an elevated face that even seemed to smile
with a consciousness of having obtained the mastery.
The grave was soon filled, a rough stone placed at either extremity, marked its position,
and the turf, whose faded vegetation was adapted to the fortunes of the deceased,
covered the little hillock with the last office of seamliness.
This office ended.
The neighbors, who had officiously pressed forward to offer their services in performing their solemn duty,
paused, and lifting their hats, stood looking towards the morning,
who now felt himself to be really alone in the world.
Uncovering his head also, the peddler hesitated a moment, to gather energy, and spoke.
"'My friends and neighbors,' he said,
"'I thank you for assisting me to bury my dead out of my sight.'
A solemn pause succeeded the customary address, and the group dispersed in silence.
Some few walking with the mourners back to their own habitation,
but respectfully leaving them at its entrance.
peddler and Katie were followed into the building by one man, however, who was well known to the
surrounding county by the significant term of a speculator. Katie saw him enter, with a heart that
palpitated with dreadful forebodings, but Harvey civilly handed him a chair, and evidently was
prepared for the visit. The pedlar went to the door, and, taking a cautious glance about the valley,
quickly returned, and commenced the following dialogue. The sun has just left the top of the eastern hill,
my time presses me. Here is the deed for the house and lot. Everything is done according to law.
The other took the paper, and conned its contents with a deliberation that proceeded
partly from his caution, and partly from the unlucky circumstance of his education having
been much neglected when a youth. The time occupied in this tedious examination was employed by
Harvey in the gathering together certain articles, which he intended to include in the stores
that were to leave the habitation with himself. Katie had already inquired of the peddler whether
the deceased had left a will, and she saw the Bible placed in the bottom of a new pack,
which she had made for his accommodation, with the most stoical indifference. But as the six silver
spoons were laid carefully by its side, a sudden twinge of her conscience objected to such a palpable
waste of property, and she broke silence. When you marry, Harvey, you may miss those spoons.
I shall never marry. Well, if you don't, there's no occasion to make rash promises,
even to yourself. One never knows what one may do. In such a case, I should like to know of what
you so many spoons can be to a single man. For my part, I think it is a duty for every man who is well
provided to have a wife and family to maintain. At the time when Katie expressed this sentiment,
the fortune of women in her class of life consisted of a cow, a bed, the labors of their own hands
in the shape of divers pillowcases, blankets, and sheets, with, where fortune was unusually kind,
a half-dozen silver spoons. The Smithster herself had obtained all the other necessities by her
own industry and prudence, and it can be easily imagined that she saw the articles she had long
counted her own vanish in the enormous pack, with the dissatisfaction that was in no degree
diminished by the declaration that had preceded the act. Harvey, however, disregarded her opinions
and feelings, and continued his employment of filling the pack, which soon grew to something
like the ordinary size of the peddler's burden.
I'm rather timersome about this conveyance,
said the purchaser, having at length waded
through the covenants of the deed.
Why so? I'm afraid it won't stand good in law.
I know that two of the neighbors leave home tomorrow morning
to have the place entered for confiscation,
and if I should give forty pounds and lose it all,
it would be a dead pull back to me.
They can only take my right, said the peddler.
"'Pay me $200, and the house is yours. You're a well-known wig, and you at least they won't trouble.'
As Harvey spoke, there was a strange bitterness of manner mingled with the shrewd care, he expressed,
concerning the sale of his property.
"'Say one hundred, and it's a bargain,' returned the man with a grin that he meant for a good-natured smile.
"'A bargain?' echoed the peddler in surprise.
"'I thought the bargain already made.'
"'Nothing is a bargain.'
said the purchaser with a chuckle,
until papers are delivered and the money paid in hand.
You have the paper.
Ah, and we'll keep it, if you will excuse the money.
Come, say 150, and I won't be hard.
Here, here is just the money.
The peddler looked from the window,
and saw with dismay that the evening was fast advancing,
and knew well that he endangered his life
by remaining in the dwelling after dark.
Yet he could not tolerate the idea of being defrauded in this manner
in a bargain that had already been fairly made, and he hesitated.
Well, said the purchaser, rising.
Mayhap, you can find another man to trade with between this and morning,
but if you don't, your title won't be worth much afterwards.
Take it, Harvey, said Katie, who felt it impossible to resist a tender like the one before her
for the purchase money was in English guineas.
Her voice roused the peddler, and a new idea seemed to strike him.
I agree to the price, he said.
and turning to the spinster, he placed part of the money in her hand, and as he continued,
"'Had I other means to pay you, I would have lost all rather than suffer myself to be defrauded of part.'
"'You may lose all yet,' muttered the stranger with a sneer, as he rose and left the building.
"'Yes,' said Katie, following him with her eyes.
"'He knows you're failing, Harvey. He thinks with me, now the old gentleman is gone,
you will want a careful body to take care of your concerns.'
The peddler was busy in making a rubeer.
arrangements for his departure, and he took no notice of this insinuation, while the spinster
returned again to the attack. She had lived for so many years in expectation of a termination
to her hopes, so different from that which now seemed likely to occur, that the idea of separation
began to give her more uneasiness than she had thought herself capable of feeling about a man
so destitute and friendless. "'Have you another house to go to?' inquired Katie.
"'Providence will provide me with a home.' "'Yes,' said the housekeeper,
but maybe it will not be to your liking. The poor must not be difficult.
I am sure I am anything but a difficult body, cried the spinster, very hastily,
but I love to see things becoming and in their places, yet I wouldn't be hard to persuade
to leave this place myself. I can't say I altogether like the ways of the people hereabouts.
The valley is lovely, said the peddler with fervor, and the people like all the race of man.
But to me it matters nothing. All places are now.
alike, and all faces equally strange. As he spoke, he dropped the article he was packing from his
hand, and seated himself on a chest with a look of vacant misery. "'Not so, not so,' said Katie,
shoving her chair nearer to the place where the peddler sat. "'Not so, Harvey. You must know me,
at least my face cannot be strange to you.'
Birch turned his eyes slowly on her countenance, which exhibited more of feeling and less
of self than he had ever seen there before. He took her hand kindly, and his own creatures lost
some of their painful expression, as he said, yes, good woman, you at least are not a stranger to me.
You may do me partial justice. When others revile me, possibly your feelings may lead you to say
something in my defense. That I will, that I would, said Katie, eagerly. I will defend you, Harvey,
to the last drop. Let me hear them that dare to revile you. You say true, Harvey, I am partial,
and just to you. What if you do like the king? I have often heard it said he was at the bottom a good man,
but there's no religion in the old country, for everyone allows the ministers of desperate bad.
The peddler paced the floor in evident distress of mind. His eyes had a look of wildness that
Katie had never witnessed before, and his step was measured, with a dignity that appalled the
housekeeper. While my father lived, Norman Harvey, unable to smother his feelings. There was one
who read my heart. And oh, what a consolation to return from my secret
marches of danger, and the insults and wrongs that I suffered to receive his
blessing and his praise, but he is gone. He continued, stopping and gazing wildly
towards the corner that used to hold the figure of his parent. And who is there
to do me justice? Why, Harvey, Harvey! Yes, there is one who will, and
who must know me before I die. Oh, it is dreadful to die and leave such a name behind me.
"'Don't talk of dying, Harvey,' said the Spencer, glancing her eye around the room and
pushing the wood in the fire to obtain a light from the blaze.
The abulation of feeling in the pedlar was over. It had been excited by the events of the past
day and a vivid perception of his sufferings. It was not long, however, that passion
maintained an ascendancy ever the reason of this singular man. And perceiving that the
night had already thrown in obscurity around objects without doors, he hastily
through his pack over his shoulders, and taking Katie kindly by the hand in lead-taking.
It is painful to part with even you, good woman, he said. But the hour has come, and I must go.
What is left in the house is yours. To me it could be of no use, and it may serve to make you more
comfortable. Farewell. We shall meet hereafter. In the regions of darkness, cried a voice
that caused the peddler to sink on the chest from which he had fallen in despair. What? Another
Mr. Birch, and so well stopped so soon.
Have you not done evil enough? cried the paddler, regaining his firmness and springing to his feet with energy.
Is it not enough to harass the last moments of a dying man to impoverish me? What more would you have?
Your blood, said the Skinner, with cool malignity.
And for money, cried Harvey bitterly, like the ancient Judas you would grow rich with the price of blood.
"'Aye, and a fair price it is, my gentleman.
"'Fifty guineas, nearly the weight of that carcass of yours and gold.'
"'Here,' said Katie promptly,
"'here are fifteen guineas, and these drawers, and this bed are all mine.
"'If you will give Harvey but one hours start from the door, they shall be yours.'
"'One hour,' said the Skinner, showing his teeth,
"'and looking with a longing eye of the money.
"'But a single hour. Here, take the money.
"'Hold,' cried Harvey.
"'Put no faith in the miscreant.
"'She may do what she please,
is with her faith, said the Skinner, with malignant pleasure, but I have the money in good keeping.
As for you, Mr. Birch, we will bear your insolence for the fifty guineas that are to pay for your gallows.
Go on, said the peddler proudly. Take me to Major Dunwoody. He at least may be kind, although just.
I can do better than my marching so far in such disgraceful company. This Mr. Dunwoody has let one or two
Tories go at large. But the troop of Captain Lawton is quartered some half-mile nearer,
and his receipt will get me the reward as soon as his majors. How relish you the idea of
supping with Captain Lawton this evening, Mr. Birch? Give me my money, or set Harvey free? cried
the spinster in alarm. Your bribe was not enough, good woman, unless there is money in this bed,
thrusting his bayonet through the ticking and ripping it for some distance. He took a malicious
satisfaction in scattering its contents about the room.
If, cried the housekeeper, losing sight of her personal danger and care for her newly acquired
propriety, there is law in the land, I will be righted.
The law of the neutral ground is the law of the strongest, but your tongue is not as long
as my bayonet. You had, therefore, best not set them as loggerheads, or you might be the loser.
A figure stood in the shadow of the door, as if afraid to be seen in the group of skinners,
But a blaze of light, raised by some articles thrown in the fire by his persecutors,
showed the peddler the face of the purchaser of his little domain.
Occasionally there was some whispering between this man and the Skinner nearest him
that induced Harvey to suspect he had been the dupe of a contrivance in which that wretch had participated.
It was, however, too late to repine, and he followed the party from the house,
with a firm and collected tread, as if marching to a triumph, and not to a gallows.
in passing through the yard the leader of the band fell over a billet of wood and received a momentary hurt from the fall exasperated at the incident the fellow sprang on his feet filling the air with execrations the curse of heaven light on the log he exclaimed the night is too dark for us to move in throw that brand of fire in yon pile of tow to light up the scene hold wrote the speculator you'll fire the house and see the farther said the other hurling the brand in the midst of the combustible
In an instant the building was in flames.
Come on! Let us move toward the heights while we still have light to pick our road.
Villain! cried the exasperated purchaser.
Is this your friendship? This is my reward for kidnapping the peddler.
T'would be wise to move more from the light if you mean to entertain us with abuse,
or we may see too well to miss our mark, cried the leader of the gang.
The next instant he was as good as his threat, but happily missed the terrified speculator,
and equally appalled spinster, who saw herself again reduced from comparative well to poverty by the blow.
Prudence dictated to the pair a speedy retreat, and the next morning the only remains of the dwelling of the peddler was the huge chimney we have already mentioned.
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Chapter 15
Trifles Light as Air are to the jealous confirmations strong as proofs of holy writ.
From Othello
The weather, which had been mild and clear since the storm,
now changed with the suddenness of the American climate.
Towards evening the cold blasts poured down from the mountains
and flurries of snow plainly indicated that the month of November had arrived.
a season whose temperature varies from the heats of summer to the cold of winter.
Francis had stood at the window of her own apartment watching the slow progress of the funeral procession,
with a melancholy that was too deep to be excited by the spectacle.
There was something in the sad office that was in unison with her feelings.
As she gazed around, she saw the trees bending to the force of the wind,
that swept through the valley with an impetuosity that shook even the buildings,
and the forest that had so lately glittered in the sun with its variegated hues was fast losing its loveliness as the leaves were torn from the branches and were driving irregularly before the eddies of the blast
a few of the southern dragoons were patrolling the passes which led to the encampment of the corv could be distinguished at a distance on the heights bending to their pommels as they faced the keen air which had so lately traversed the great freshwater lakes
and drawing their watch-coats about them in tighter folds francis witnessed the disappearance of the wooden tenement of the decease and it was slowly lowered from the light of day
and the sight added to the chilling dreariness of the view captain singleton was sleeping under the care of his own man while his sister had been persuaded to take possession of her room for the purpose of obtaining the repose of which her last night's journeying had robbed her
the apartment of miss singleton communicated with the room occupied by the sisters through a private door as well as through the ordinary passage of the house this door was partly open
and francis moved towards it with the benevolent intention of ascertaining the situation of her guest when the surprised girl saw her whom she had thought to be sleeping not only awake but employed in a manner that banished all probability of present repose
the black tresses that during the dinner had been drawn in close folds over the crown of the head were now loosened and fell in profusion over her shoulders and bosom imparting a slight degree of wildness to her countenance
the chilling white of her complexion was strongly contrasted with eyes of the deepest black that were fixed in rooted attention on a picture she held in her hand francis hardly breathed as she was enabled by a movement of isabella
to see that it was the figure of a man in the well-known dress of the southern horse but she gasped for breath and instinctively laid her hand on her heart to quell its throbbings as she thought she recognized the liniments that were so deeply seated in her own imagination
francis felt she was improperly prying into the sacred privacy of another but her emotions were too powerful to permit her to speak and she drew back to a chair where she still retained a view of the stranger from whose countenance she felt it to be impossible to withdraw her eyes
isabella was too much engrossed by her own feelings to discover the trembling figure of the witness to her actions and she pressed the inanimate image to her lips with an enthusiasm that denoted the most intense passion
the expression of the countenance of the fair stranger was so changeable and the transitions were so rapid the francis had scarcely time to distinguish the character of the emotion before it was succeeded by another equally powerful and equally attractive
admiration and sorrow were however the preponderating passions the latter was indicated by large drops that fell from her eyes on the picture and which followed each other over her cheek at such intervals as seemed to pronounce the grief too heavy to admit of the ordinary dump demonstrations of sorrow
every movement of isabella was marked by an enthusiasm that was peculiar to her nature and every passion in its turn triumphed in her breast the fury of the wind as it whistled round the angles of the building was that was peculiar to her nature and every passion in its turn triumphed in her breast the fury of the wind as it whistled round the angles of the building was that
in consonants with those feelings, and she rose and moved to a window of her apartment.
Her figure was now hid from the view of Francis, who was about to rise and approach her guest,
when tones of a thrilling melody chained her in breathless silence to the spot.
The notes were wild, and the voice not powerful, but the execution exceeded something
that Francis had ever heard, and she stood, endeavoring to stifle the sounds of her own gentle
breathing, until the following song was concluded.
cold blow the blasts o'er the tops of the mountain and bare as the oak on the hill slowly the vapors exhale from the fountain and bright gleams the ice-bordered rill all nature is seeking its annual rest but the slumbers of peace have deserted my breast
long has the storm poured its weight on my nation and long have her brave stood the shock long has her chieftain ennobled his station a bulwark on this
liberty's rock. Unlicensed ambition relaxes its toil, yet blighted affection represses my smile.
Abroad, the wild fury of winter is lowering, and leafless and drear is the tree. But the
vertical sun of the south appears pouring its fierce, killing heat upon me. Without, all the
season's chill symptoms begin, but the fire of passion is raging within.
Francis abandoned her whole soul to the suppressed melody of the music,
though the language of the song expressed a meaning which,
united with certain events of that in the preceding day,
left the sensation of uneasiness in the bosom of the warm-hearted girl,
to which she had hitherto been a stranger.
Isabella moved from the window as her last tones melted on the ear of her admiring listener,
and, for the first time her eye rested on the pallid face of the intruder.
A glow of fire lighted the countenance of both at the same instant, and the blue eye of Francis
met the brilliant black one of her guest for a single moment, and both fell in a bashed confusion
on the carpet.
They advanced, however, until they met and had taken each other's hand before either ventured again
to look her companion in the face.
This sudden change in the weather, and perhaps the situation of my brother, have united to
make me melancholy, Miss Wharton, said Isabella in a low tone, in a little tone, in a sudden.
a voice that trembled as she spoke. "'Tis thought you have little to apprehend for your brother,'
said Francis in the same embarrassed manner. "'Have you seen him when he was brought in by Major Dunwoody?'
Francis paused with a feeling of conscious shame, for she could not account, and in raising
her eyes she saw Isabella studying her countenance with an earnestness that again drove the blood
tumultuously to her temples. You were speaking of Major Dunwoody, said.
Isabella faintly. He was with Captain Singleton. Do you know Dunwoody? Have you seen him often?
Once more Francis ventured to look her guest in the face, and again she met the piercing eyes bent on her,
as if to search her inmost heart. Speak, Miss Wharton. Is Major Dunwoody known to you?
He is my relative, said Francis, appalled at the manner of the other. A relative, echoed Miss Singleton,
in what degree? Speak, Miss Wharton, I conjure you to speak.
our parents were cousins faintly replied francis and he is to be your husband said the stranger impetuously francis felt shocked and all her pride awakened by this direct attack upon her feelings
and she raised her eyes from the floor to her interrogator a little proudly when the pale cheek and quivering lip of isabella removed her resentment in a moment it is true my conjecture is true speak to me miss wharton i conjure you in mercy to my feelings to tell me
Do you love Don Woody?
There was a plaintive earnestness in the voice of Miss Singleton that disarmed Francis of all resentment,
and the only answer she could make was to hide her burning face between her hands,
as she sank back in a chair to conceal her confusion.
Isabella paced the floor in silence for several minutes until she had succeeded in conquering the violence of her feelings,
when she approached the place where Francis yet sat,
endeavoring to exclude the eyes of her companion from reading the shame expressed in her countenance,
and, taking the hand of the other, she spoke with an evident effort at composure.
Pardon me, Miss Wharton, if my ungovernable feelings have led me into impropriety.
The powerful motive, the cruel reason, she hesitated.
Francis now raised her face, and their eyes once more met.
They fell in each other's arms and laid their burning cheeks together.
The embrace was long, was ardent.
and sincere, but neither spoke, and on separating Francis retired to her own room without further explanation.
While this extraordinary scene was acting in the room of Miss Singleton,
matters of great importance were agitated in the drawing room.
The disposition of the fragments of such a dinner as the one we have recorded was a task that
require no little exertion and calculation.
Notwithstanding, several of the small game had nestled in the pocket of Captain Lawton's man,
and even the assistant of Dr. Sitgreaves had calculated the uncertainty of his remaining long in such good quarters.
Still there was more left unconsumed than the prudent Miss Peyton knew how to dispose of to advantage.
Caesar and his mistress had, therefore, a long and confidential communication on this important business.
And the consequence was that Colonel Wellmere was left to the hospitality of Sarah Wharton.
All the ordinary topics of conversation were exhausted, when the colonel, with a little
of the uneasiness that is in some degree inseparable from conscious error touched lightly
on the transactions of the preceding day.
We little thought, Miss Wharton, when we first saw this Mr. Dunwoody in her house in Queen
Street, that he was to be the renowned warrior he has proved himself, said Wilmere, endeavouring
to smile away his chagrin.
Renowned when we consider the enemy he overcame, said Sarah, with consideration for her
companion's feelings, which was unfortunate indeed in every respect that you met with
accident, or doubtless the royal arms would have triumphed in their usual manner.
And yet the pleasure of such society as this accident has introduced me to
would more than repay the pain of a mortified spirit and wounded body, added the colonel,
in a manner of peculiar softness.
I hope the latter is but trifling, said Sarah, hoping to hide her blushes under the
pretext of biting a thread from the work on her knee.
Trifling indeed, compared to the formal, returned the colonel.
in the same manner. Ah, Miss Wharton, it is in such moments that we feel the full value of friendship
and sympathy. Those who have never tried it cannot easily imagine what a rapid progress a warm-hearted
female can make in love, in the short space of half an hour, particularly where there is a
predisposition to the distemper. Sarah found the conversation when it began to touch on friendship
and sympathy, too interesting to venture her voice with a reply. She, however, turned her eyes to the
colonel, and saw him gazing at her fine face with an admiration that was quite as manifest,
and much more soothing than any words could make it. Their tete-a-tete was uninterrupted for an hour,
and although nothing that would be called decided by an experienced matron was said by the gentleman,
he uttered a thousand things that delighted his companion, who retired to her rest with a lighter heart
than she had felt since the arrest of her brother by the Americans.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper.
Chapter 16.
And Let Me the Canachan Clink, Clink, and Let Me the Canican Clink.
a soldier's a man a life's but a span why then let a soldier drink othello the position held by the corps of dragoons we have already said was a favorite place of halting with their commander
a cluster of some half-dozen small and dilapidated buildings formed what from the circumstance of two roads intersecting each other at right angles was called the village of the four corners as usual one of the most imposing of these edifices had been termed in the language of the day
a house of entertainment for man and beast on a rough board suspended from the gallows looking post that had supported the ancient sign was however written in red chalk elizabeth flanagan her hotel
an abolition of the wit of some of the idle wags of the corps the matron whose name had thus been exalted to an office of such unexpected dignity ordinarily discharged the duties of a female sultan washerwoman and to use the language of katy haynes petticoat doctor to the troops
she was the widow of a soldier who had been killed in the service and who like herself was a native of a distant land and had early tried his fortune in the colonies of north america
She had constantly migrated with the troops, and it was seldom that they became stationary for two days at a time, but the little cart of the bustling woman was seen driving into the encampment loaded with such articles, as she conceived, would make her presence most welcome.
With a celerity that seemed almost supernatural, Betty took up her ground and commenced her occupation.
Sometimes the cart itself was her shop.
At others, the soldiers made her a rude shelter of such materials as offered, but on the present occasion she had,
had seized on a vacant building, and, by dint of stuffing the dirty breeches and half-dried linen
of the troopers into the broken windows, to exclude the cold, which had now become severe,
she formed what she herself had pronounced to be most elegant lodgings. The men were quartered
in the adjacent barns, and the officers collected in the Hotel Flanagan, as they facetiously called
headquarters. Betty was well known to every trooper in the corps, could call each by his Christian or
nickname, as best suited her fancy, and although absolutely intolerable to all whom Habit had not
made familiar with her virtues, was a general favorite with these partisan warriors. Her faults
were a trifling love of liquor, excessive filthiness, and a total disregard of all the decencies
of language. Her virtues, an unbounded love for her adopted country, a perfect honesty when
dealing on certain known principles with soldiery, and great good nature. Added to these,
betty had the merit of being the inventor of that beverage which is so well known at the present hour to all the patriots who make a winter's march between the commercial and political capitals of this great state and which is distinguished by the name of cocktail
elizabeth flanagan was peculiarly well qualified by education and circumstances to perfect this improvement in liquors having been literally brought up on its principal ingredient and having acquired from her
Virginian customers the use of mint, from its flavor in a julep to its heights of renown in the
article in question. Such then was the mistress of the mansion, who, reckless of the cold northern
blasts, showed her blooming face from the door of the building to welcome the arrival of
her favorite, Captain Lawton, and his companion, her master in all matters of surgery.
"'Ah, by my hopes of promotion, my gentle Elizabeth, but you are welcome,' cried the trooper as he threw himself from his saddle.
"'This villainous freshwater gas from the canadas has been whistling among my bones until they ache with the cold,
but the sight of your fiery countenance is as cheery as a Christmas fire.'
"'No, sure, Captain Jack, you're always full of your complementaries,' replied the sultan,
taking the bridle of her customer.
"'But hurry in for the life of you, darling. The fences hereabouts are not to be able to not
as strong as in the highlands, and there is that within will warm both soul and body.
So you've been laying the rails under contribution, I see.
Well, that may do for the body, said the Captain Cooley.
But I have had a pull and a bottle of cut glass with a silver stand,
and I doubt my relish for your whiskey for a month to come.
If it's silver or gold that you're thinking of,
it's but little I have, though I have a trifling bit of the Continental,
said Betty with a look of humour.
But there's that within's fit to be put in the,
the vistles of diamonds.
What can she mean, Archibald? said Lawton.
The animal looks as if it meant more than it says.
It is probably a wandering of the reasoning power
is created by the frequency of intoxicating drafts,
observed the surgeon, as he deliberately threw his left leg
over the pommel of the saddle,
and slid down on the right side of his horse.
Faith, my dear Jewel of a doctor,
but it was this side I was expecting you.
The whole core come down on this side with yourself,
said Betty, winking at the trooper,
but I've been feeding the wounded in your absent with the
out of the land.
Barbara stupidity, cried the panic-stricken physician,
to feed men laboring under the excitement of fever with powerful nutriment.
Woman, woman, you're enough to defeat the skill of Focrites.
Pooh, said Betty, with infinite composure.
What a botheration you make about a little whiskey.
There was but a gallon betwixt a good dozen of them,
and I gave it to the boys to make them sleep easy.
Sure, just as slumbering drops.
Lawton and his companion now entered the building,
and the first objects which met their eyes,
explained the hidden meeting of Betty's comfortable declaration. A long table made of boards
torn from the side of an outbuilding was stretched through the middle of the largest apartment,
or the barroom, and on it was a very scanty display of crockeryware. The steams of cookery
arose from an adjoining kitchen, but the principal attraction was in a demijon of fair
proportions, which had been ostentatiously placed on high by Betty as the object most
worthy of notice. Lawton soon learned that it was teeming with the real amber-colored juice of the
grape that had been sent from the locusts as an offering to Major Dunwoody from his friend,
Captain Wharton, of the Royal Army. And a royal gift it is, said the grinning subaltern,
who made the explanation. The Major gives us an entertainment in honor of our victory, and you see
the principal expense is borne as it should be by the enemy. Zounds, I am thinking that after we
primed with such stuff we could charge through Sir Henry's headquarters and carry off the night himself.
The captain of dragoons was in no manner displeased at the prospect of terminating so pleasantly a day that
had been so agreeably commenced. He was soon surrounded by his comrades who made many eager
inquiries concerning his adventures, while the surgeon proceeded with certain quakings of the heart
to examine into the state of his wounded. Enormous fires were snapping in the chimneys of the house,
superseding the necessity of candles by the bright light which was thrown from the blazing piles.
The group within were all young men and tried soldiers. In number, they were rather more than a
dozen, and their manners in conversation were a strange mixture of the bluntness of the partisan
with the manners of gentlemen. Their dresses were neat, though plain, and a never-failing topic
amongst them was the performance and quality of their horses. Some were endeavoring to sleep
on the benches which lined the walls, some were walking the apartments, and others were seated
in earnest discussion on subjects connected with the business of their lives. Occasionally, as the
door of the kitchen opened, the hissing sounds of the frying-pans and the inviting savor of the food
created a stagnation in all other employments, even the sleepers at such moments, would open their
eyes and raise their heads to reconnoiter the state of the preparations. All this time, Dunwoody
sat by himself, gazing at the fire, and lost in a reflection.
reflections which none of his officers presumed to disturb. He had made earnest inquiries of sick-breeves
after the condition of Singleton, during which a profound and respectful silence was maintained in the room.
But as soon as he had ended and resumed his seat, the usual ease and freedom prevailed.
The arrangement of the table was a matter of but little concerned Mrs. Flanagan,
and Caesar would have been sadly scandalized at witnessing the informality with which various dishes,
each bearing a wonderful resemblance to the others, were placed before.
so many gentlemen of consideration. In taking their places at the board, the strictest attention
was paid to precedency, for, notwithstanding, the freedom of manners which prevailed in the
core, the points of military etiquette were at all times observed, with something approaching
to religious veneration. Most of the guests had been fasting too long to be in any degree
fastidious in their appetites, but the case was different with Captain Lawton. He felt an uncountable
loathing at the exhibition of Betty's food, and could not refrain
for making a few passing comments on the condition of the knives and the clouded aspects of the plates.
The good nature and the personal affection of Betty for the offender restrained her for some time from answering his innuendos,
until Lawton, having ventured to admit a piece of the black meat into his mouth,
inquired with the affectation of a spoiled child,
what kind of animal might this have been when living, Mrs. Flanagan?
Sure, Captain, wasn't it the old cow?
replied the sultan with a warmth that proceeded partly from dissatisfaction at the complaints of her favourite and partly from grief at the loss of the deceased what roared the trooper stopping short as he was about to swallow his morsel
ancient jenny the devil cried another dropping his knife and fork she who made the campaign of the jerseys with us the very same replied the mistress of the hotel with a piteous aspect of woe a gentle beast and one that could
and did live on less than air at need sure gentlemen tis awful to have to eat such an old friend and has she sunk to this said lawton pointing with his knife to the remnants on the table
ne'y captain said betty with spirit i sold two of her quarters to some of your troop but divil the word did i tell the boys what an old friend it was they had bought for fear it might damage their appetites fury cried the trooper with affected anger i shall have my fellows as limber as supple jacks on such fair afraid
of an Englishman as a virginian negro is of his driver.
Well, said Lieutenant Mason, dropping his knife and fork in a kind of despair,
my jaws have more sympathy than many men's hearts.
They absolutely decline in making any impression on the relics of their old acquaintance.
Try a drop of the gift, said Betty soothingly, pouring a large allowance of the wine into a bowl,
and drinking it off as tastered to the coal.
Faith, tis but a wishy-washy sort of stuff after all.
the ice once broken however a clear glass of wine was handed to dunwoody who bowing to his companions drank the liquor in the midst of a profound silence for a few glasses there was much formality observed and sundry patriotic toast and sentiments were duly noted by the company
the liquor however performed its wanted office and before the second sentinel at the door had been relieved all recollection of the dinner and their cares was lost in the present festivity
Dr. Sitgreaves did not return in season to partake of Jenny, but he was in time to receive his fair proportion of Captain Wharton's present.
A song, a song from Captain Lawton, cried two or three of the party in a breath, on observing the failure of some of the points of good fellowship in the trooper.
Silence for the song of Captain Lawton.
Gentlemen, returned Lawton, his dark eyes swimming with the bumpers he had finished, though his head was as impenetrable as a post.
I am not much of a nightingale, but under the favour of your good wishes I consent to comply with the demand.
Now, Jack, said Sit Grieves, nodding on his seat,
remember the air I taught you, and stop, I have a copy of the words in my pocket.
Forbear, forbear, good doctor, said the trooper, filling his glass with great deliberation.
I never could wheel around those hard names.
Gentlemen, I will give you a humble attempt of my.
own silence for captain lot and song roared five or six at once when the trooper proceeded in a fine full tone to sing the following words to a well-known bacchanalian air several of his comrades helping him through in the chorus with a fervour that shook the crazy edifice they were in
now push the mug my jolly boys and live while live we can to-morrow's sun may end your joys for briefs the hour of man
and he who bravely meets the foe his lease of life can never know old mother flanagan come and fill the can again for you can fill and we can swill good betty flanagan
if love of life pervades your breast or love or ease your frame quit honor's path for peaceful rest and bear a coward's name for soon and late we danger know and fearless on the saddle go old mother flanagan come and fill the
can again for you can fill and we can swill good betty flanagan when foreign foes invade the land and wives and sweethearts call in freedom's cause will bravely stand or will as bravely fall in this fair home the fates have given will live as lords or live in heaven old mother flanagan come and fill the can again for you can fill and we can swill good betty flanagan at each appeal made to herself by the united voices of the choir betty in various
advanced and complied literally with the request contained in the chorus to the infinite delight of the singers,
and with no small participation in the satisfaction on her account. The hostess was provided with a
beverage more suited to the highest seasoning to which she had accustomed her palate than the tasteless
present of Captain Wharton, by which means Betty had managed with tolerable facility to keep
an even pace with the exhilaration of her guests. The applause received by Captain Lawton was
general, with the exception of the surgeon, who rose from the bench during the first chorus and paced the floor in a flow of classical indignation.
The bravos and bravissimos drowned all other noises for a short time. But as they gradually ceased,
the doctor turned to the musician and exclaimed with heat,
Captain Lawton, I marvel that a gentleman and a gallant officer can find no other subject for his muse in these times of trial,
then in such beastly invocations to that notorious follower of the camp,
the filthy Elizabeth Flanagan.
Methinks the goddess of liberty could furnish on more noble inspiration,
and the sufferings of your country are more a befitting theme.
Hedy!
shouted the hostess advancing towards him in a threatening attitude.
And who is it that calls me filthy?
Master squirt!
Master pop-gun!
Peace!
said Dunwoody, in a voice that was exerted but a little more than common,
but which was succeeded by the stillness of death.
Woman, leave the room.
Dr. Sitgrieves, I call you to your seat to wait the order of the rebels.
Proceed, proceed, said the surgeon, drawing himself up in an attitude of dignified composure.
I trust Major Dunwoody.
I am not unacquainted of both the rules of decorum, nor ignorant of the bylaws of good
federal ship. Betty made a hasty but somewhat devious retreat to her own dominions, being unaccustomed
to dispute the orders of the commanding officer. Major Dunwoody will honor us with a sentimental
song, said Lawton, bowing to his leader, with the collected manner he so well knew how to assume.
The Major hesitated a moment, then sang with fine execution the following words.
Some love the heats of summer suns, where life's warm,
current matting runs in one quick circling stream, but dearer far as the mellow light which trembling
shines reflected bright in Luna's milder bean. Some love the tulips gaudier dyes, where deepening blue
with yellow vise and gorgeous beauty glows, but happier he whose bridal reef by love entwined
is found to breathe the sweetness of the rose. The voice of Dunwoody never lost its authority
with his inferiors, and the applause which followed his song, though by no means so riotous
as that which succeeded the effort of the captain, was much more flattering.
If, sir, said the doctor, after joining in the plaudits of his companions, you would but learn
to unite classical illusions with your delicate imagination, you'd become a pretty amateur poet.
He who criticises ought to be able to perform, said Dunwoody with a smile.
I call on Dr. Sickgreaves for a specimen.
of the style he admires.
Dr. Sitgreaves' song,
Dr. Sitgreaves' song,
echoed all at the table with delight.
A classical ode from Dr. Sitgreaves.
The surgeon made a complacent bow,
took the remnant of his glass,
and gave a few preliminary hymns
that served hugely to delight
three or four young cornets at the foot of the table.
He then commenced singing
in a cracked voice to
anything but a tune the following did he hast thou ever felt love's dart nearest or breathed his trembling's eye thought him afar was ever nearest before the sparkling eye
he hast then hast thou known whatest to feel the pain that gallon could not heal hurrah shouted lawton archibald eclipses the muses himself his words flow like the sylvan the streams by moonlight and his
melody is cross-breed of the night gale, the owl.
Captain Alton, cried the exasperated operator,
it is one thing to despise the lights of classical learning,
and another to be despised for your own ignorance.
A loud summons at the door of the building
created a dead halt in the uproar,
and the dragoons instinctively caught up their arms to be prepared for the worst.
The door was opened, and the Skinners entered,
dragging in the peddler, bending beneath the load of his bed,
pack. Which is Captain Lawton? said the leader of the gang, gazing around him in some little
astonishment. He waits your pleasure, said the trooper dryly.
Then here I deliver to your hands a condemned traitor. This is Harvey Birch, the peddler spy.
Lawton started as he looked at his old acquaintance in the face, and, turning to the skinner
with a lowering look, he asked, and who are you, sir, that speaks so freely of your neighbors?
But, bowing to Dunwoody, your pardon, sir, here is the commanding officer.
To him you will please address yourself.
No, said the man solemnly.
It is to you I deliver the peddler, and from you I claim my reward.
Are you Harvey Birch? said Dunwoody, advancing with an air of authority that instantly drove the Skinner into a corner of the room.
I am, said Birch, proud.
and a traitor to your country continued the major with sternness do you know that i should be justified in ordering your execution this night tis not the will of god to call a soul so hastily to his presence said the pedlar with solemnity
you speak truth said dunwoody and a few brief hours shall be added to your life but as your offence is most odious to a soldier so it will be sure to meet with the soldier's vengeance you
die tomorrow. Tis is God wills. I have spent many a good hour to attract the villain,
said the Skinner, advancing a little from his corner, and I hope you will give me a certificate
that will entitle us to the reward. T'was promised to be paid in gold. Major Dunwoody,
said the officer of the day entering the room. The patrols report a house to be burned near
yesterday's battleground. T'was the hut of the peddler, muttered the leader of the gang. We have
not left him a shingle for shelter. I should have burned it months ago, but I wanted his
shed for a trap to catch the sly fox in. You seem a most ingenious, patriot, said Lawton.
Major Dunwoody, I second the request of this worthy gentleman, and crave the office of
bestowing the reward on him and his fellows. Take it. And you, miserable man, prepare for that
fate which will surely befall you before the setting of tomorrow's sun.
Life offers but little to tempt me with, said Harvey, slowly raising his eyes and gazing wildly at the strange faces in the apartment.
Come worthy children of America, said Lawton. Follow and receive your reward.
The gang eagerly accepted the invitation and followed the captain towards the quarters assigned to his troop.
Dunwoody paused a moment, from reluctance to triumph over a fallen foe before he proceeded.
you have already been tried harvey birch and the truth has proved you to be an enemy too dangerous to the liberties of america to be suffered to live the truth echoed the pedlar starting and raising himself in a manner that disregarded the waitams pack
i the truth you are charged with loitering near the continental army to gain intelligence of its movements and by communicating them to the enemy to enable him to frustrate the intentions of washington will washington say so thank you doubtless he would even the justice of washington condemns you
"'No, no, no!' cried the peddler in a voice and with a manner that startled Dunwoody.
Washington can see beyond the hollow views of pretended patriots.
Has he not risked his all on the cast of a die?
If Agallos is ready for me, was there not one for him also?
No, no, no, no, Washington would never say lead him to Agallos.
"'Have you anything, wretched man, to urge to the commander in Giv why you should not die?' said the major,
recovering from the surprise created by the manner of the other.
Birch trembled for violent emotions were contending in his bosom.
His face assumed the ghastly paleness of death,
and his hand drew a box of tin from the folds of his shirt.
He opened it, showing by the act that it contained a small piece of paper.
On this document, his eye was for an instant fixed.
He had already held it towards Dunwoody.
When suddenly withdrawing his hand, he exclaimed,
No!
It dies with me.
"'I know the conditions of my service and will not purchase life with their forfeiture.
"'It dies with me.'
"'Deliver that paper, and you may possibly find favor,' cried Dunwoody,
"'expecting a discovery of importance to the cause.
"'It dies with me,' repeated Birch,
"'a flush passing over his pallid features,
"'and lighting them with extraordinary brilliancy.
"'Sease the traitor!' cried the Major,
"'and rest the secret from his hands.'
"'The order was immediately obeyed,
the movements of the peddler were too quick. In an instant he swallowed the paper.
The officers paused in astonishment, but the surgeon cried eagerly,
"'Hold him! Why, administer a medic? Forbear!' said Dunwoody,
beckoning him back with his hand. If his crime is great, so will his punishment be heavy.
"'Lean,' cried the peddler, dropping his pack from his shoulders,
and advancing towards the door with a manner of incomprehensible dignity.
"'Wither?' asked Dunwoody in amazement.
"'To the gallows.'
"'No,' said the major, recoiling of horror at his own justice.
"'My duty requires that I order you to be executed, but surely not so hastily.
"'Take until nine to-morrow to prepare for the awful charge.'
"'Dun-Woodie whispered his orders in the ear of a subaltern,
"'and motioned to the peddler to a withdrawal.
"'The interruption caused by this scene prevented further enjoyment around the table,
"'and the officers dispersed to their same.
several places of rest. In a short time, the only noise to be heard was the heavy tread of the
Sentinel as he paced the frozen ground in front of the Hotel Flanagan.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper.
Chapter 17
There are, whose changing lineaments
express each guileless passion
of the breast,
where love and hope
and tender-hearted pity
are seen reflected as from a mirror's face.
But cold experience can veil these hues,
with looks and vented shrewdly to encompass.
The cunning purposes of base deceit.
duo. The officer to whose keeping Dunwoody had committed the peddler transferred his charge to the custody of the regular sergeant of the guard.
The gift of Captain Wharton had not been lost on the youthful lieutenant, and a certain dancing motion that had taken possession of objects before his eyes gave him warning of the necessity of recruiting nature by sleep.
After admonishing the non-commissioned guardian of Harvey to omit no watchfulness and securing the prisoner, the youth wrapped himself in his cloak, and, stretched on a bench before a fire, soon found the repose he needed.
A rude shed extended the whole length of the rear of the building, and from off one of its ends had been partitioned a small apartment.
That was intended as a repository for many of the lesser implements of husbandry.
A lawless times had, however, occasioned its being stripped of everything of value,
and the searching eyes of Betty Flanagan selected the spot on her arrival as a storehouse for her movables,
and a sanctuary for her person.
The spare arms and baggage of the court had also been deposited there,
and the United Treasures were placed under the eye of the Sentinel,
who paraded the shed as a guardian of the rear of the headquarters.
A second soldier, who was stationed near the house to protect the horses of the officers,
could command a view of the outside of the apartment.
And, as it was without window or outlet of any kind, accepting its door,
the considerate sergeant thought this the most befitting place in which to deposit his prisoner
until the moment of his execution.
Several inducements urged Sergeant Hollister to this determination,
among which was the absence of the washerwoman who lay before the kitchen fire,
dreaming that the court was attacking a party of the enemy,
and mistaking the noise that proceeded from her own nose
for the bugles of the Virginian sounding the charge.
Another was the peculiar opinions that the veteran entertained of life and death,
and by which he was distinguished in the court as a man of most exemplary piety and holiness of life.
The sergeant was more than 50 years of age, and for half that period he had borne arms.
The constant recurrence of the sudden deaths before his eyes had produced an effect on him
of differing greatly from that which was the usual moral consequence of such scenes,
and he had become not only the most steady, but the most trustworthy soldier in his troop.
Captain Lawton had rewarded his fidelity by making him its orderly.
Followed by Birch, the sergeant proceeded in silence to the door of the intended prison.
And, throwing it open with one hand, he held a lantern with the other to light the peddler to his prison.
Seating himself on a cask that contained some of Betty's favorite beverage,
the sergeant motioned to Birch to occupy another in the same manner.
The lantern was placed on the floor, when the dragoon, after looking his prisoner steadily in the face, observed,
You look as if you would meet death like a man,
and I have brought you to a spot where you can
tranquilly arrange your thoughts and be
quiet and undisturbed.
"'Tis a fearful place to prepare for the last
change in,' said Harvey,
gazing around his little prison with a vacant eye.
Why, for that matter,
return to veteran, it can reckon but little
in the great account where a man
parades his thoughts for the last review
so that he finds them fit
to pass the muster of another world.
I have a small book here
which I make it a point
to read a little in.
whenever we are about to engage, and I find it a great strengthener in time of need.
While speaking, he took a Bible from his pocket and offered it to the peddler.
Birch received the volume with habitual reverence, but there was an abstracted air about him
in a wandering of the eye that induced his companion to think that alarm was getting the mastery of
the peddler's feelings. Accordingly, he proceeded in what he conceived to be the offices of consolation.
If anything lies heavy on your mind, now is the best time to get rid of it.
If you have done any wrong to anyone, I promise you, on the word of an honest dragoon,
to lend you a helping hand to see them righted.
There are a few who have not done so, said the peddler, turning his vacant gaze once more on his companion.
True, it is natural to sin, but sometimes happens that a man does what at other times he may be sorry for.
One would not wish to die with any very heavy sin on his conscience after all.
Harvey, by this time, thoroughly examined the place.
in which he was to pass the night, and saw no means of escape.
But his hope is ever the last feeling to desert the human breast,
the peddler gave the dragoon more of his attention,
fixing on his sombered feature such searching looks,
that Sergeant Hollister lowered his eyes before the wild expression,
which he met in the gaze of his prisoner.
I have been taught to lay the burden of my sins at the feet of my savior,
replied the peddler.
Why, yes, all that is well enough for turn the other,
but justice should be done while there is opportunity.
there have been stirring times in this country since the war began, and many have been deprived of their rightful goods.
I oftentimes find it hard to reconcile even my lawful plunder to a tender conscience.
These hands, said the peddler, stretching forth his meager bony fingers,
have spent years in toil, but not a moment in pilfering.
As well that it is so, said the honest-hearted soldier.
And no doubt, you now feel it a great consolation.
There are three great sins that, if a man can keep his conscience clear of, why, by the mercy of God, he may hope to pass muster with the saints in heaven.
They are stealing, murdering, and desertion.
Thank God, said Birch with fervor.
I have never yet taken the life of a fellow creature.
As to killing a man in a lawful battle, that is no more than doing one's duty.
If the case is wrong, the sin of such a deed, you know, falls on the nation, and a man receives his punishment here with the rest of the people.
but murdering cold blood stands next to desertion as a crime in the eye of god i never was a soldier therefore never could desert so the pedlar resting his face on his hand in a melancholy attitude
why desertion consists of more than quitting your colors though that is certainly the worst kind a man may desert his country in the hour of need birch buries his face in both hands and his whole frame shook the sergeant regarded him closely but good feeling soon got the better of his antipathy
and he continued more mildly.
But still that is a sin,
which I think may be forgiven,
if sincerely repented of,
and it matters but little
when or how a man dies
so that he dies like a Christian and a man.
I recommend you to say your prayers,
and then to get some rest in order that you may do both.
There is no hope of your being pardoned.
For Colonel Singleton has sent down
the most positive orders
to take your life whenever met you.
No, no, nothing can save you.
You say the truth, cried Birch, it is now too late.
I have destroyed my only safeguard.
But he will do my memory justice, at least.
What safeguard asked the sergeant, with awakened curiosity?
Tis nothing, replied the peddler,
recovering his natural manner and lowering his face
to avoid the earnest looks of his companion.
And who is he?
No one added, Harvey, anxious to say no more.
Nothing and no one can avail,
but little now, said the sergeant, rising to go.
Lay yourself on the blanket of Miss Flanagan, and get a little sleep.
I will call you betimes in the morning, and from the bottom of my soul I wish I could be of service to you,
for I disliked greatly to see a man hung up like a dog.
Then you might save me from this ignominious death, said Birch,
sprang to his feet and catching the dragoon by the arm,
and, oh, what will I not give you an reward?
In what manner? asked the sergeant, looking at him in surprise.
C, said the peddler, producing several guineas from his person.
These are nothing to what I will give you, if you will assist me to escape.
Were you the man whose picture is on the gold, I would not listen to such a crime,
said the trooper throwing the money on the floor with contempt.
Go, go, poor wretch, and make your peace with God,
for it is he only that can be of service to you now.
The sergeant took up the lantern, and, with some indignation in his manner,
he left the peddler to sorrowful meditations on his broaching fate.
Bert sunk in momentary despair on the pallet of Betty,
while his guardian proceeded to give the necessary instructions to the sentinels for his safekeeping.
Halster concluded his injunction to the man in the shed
by saying,
Your life will depend on this not escaping.
Let none enter or quit the room till morning.
But said the trooper,
my orders are to let the washerwoman pass in and out as she pleases.
We'll let her then, but be careful that this wily peddler does not get out in the folds of her petticoats.
He then continued his walk giving similar orders to each of the sentinels near the spot.
For some time after the departure of the sergeant, silence prevailed within a solitary prison of the peddler,
until the dragoon at his door heard his loud breathings, which soon rose in the regular cadence of one in a deep sleep.
The man continued walking his post, musing on an indifference to life which could allow,
nature its customary rest, even on the threshold of the grave. Harvey Birch had, however,
been a name too long held in detestation by every man in the court to suffer any feelings of
commiseration to mingle with these reflections of the sentinel. For notwithstanding the consideration
and kindness manifested by the sergeant, there probably was not another man of his rank in the
whole party who would have discovered equal benevolence to the prisoner, or who would not have
imitated the veteran in rejecting the bribe, although probably from a less worthy motive.
There was something of disappointed vengeance in the feelings of the man who watched the door of the
room when finding his prisoner enjoying his sleep, of which he himself was deprived, and at his
exhibiting such obvious indifference to the utmost penalty that military rigor could inflict on all
his treason to the cause of liberty in America. More than once he felt prompted to disturb
the repose of the peddler by taunts and revilings. With a discipline he was a
under, and a secret sense of shame at the brutality of the act held him in subjection.
His meditations were, however, soon interrupted by the appearance of the washerwoman, who came
staggering through the door that communicated with the kitchen, muttering execrations against
the servants of the officers, who, by their waggery, had disturbed her slumbers before the fire.
The Sentinel understood enough of her maledictions to comprehend the case, but all his efforts to enter into
conversation with the enraged woman were useless, and he suffered her to enter her room without
explaining that it contained another inmate. The noise of her huge frame falling on the bed was
succeeded by a silence that was soon interrupted by the renewed respiration of the peddler,
and within a few minutes Harvey continued to breathe aloud, as if no interruption had occurred.
The relief arrived at this moment. The sentinel, who felt nettled at the contempt of the peddler
after communicating his orders while he was retiring, exclaimed to,
his successor. You may keep yourself warm by dancing, John. The peddler spy has tuned his fiddle,
you hear, and it will not be long before Betty will strike up in her turn. The joke was
followed by a general laugh from the party, who marched on in the performance of their duty.
At this instant, the door of the prison was opened, and Betty reappeared, staggering back again
towards her former quarters. Stop, said the Sentinel, catching her by her clothes. Are you sure
the spy is not in your pocket? Can't you hear that,
"'I'm rascal snoring in my room, you dirty blackguard,' sputtered Betty,
her whole frame shaking with rage.
"'And it is so you would serve a decent female
"'that a man must be put to sleep in the room with her, ye rhapscalion.
"'Poo! Do you mind a fellow who's to be hanged in the morning?
"'You see he sleeps already.
"'Tomorrow he'll take a longer nap.'
"'Hands off, ye villain,' cried the washerwoman,
"'relinquishing a small bottle that the trooper had succeeded in wrestling from her.
But I'll go to Captain Jack, and know if it's orders to put a hangal of spy in my room.
I, even in my widowed bed, you thief?
Silence, old Jezebel, said the fellow with a laugh, taking the bottle from his mouth to breathe.
Or you will wake the gentleman.
Would you disturb a man in his last sleep?
I'll awake Captain Jack, you reprobate villain, and bring him here to see me righted.
He will punish ye all, for imposing on a decent,
widowed body you marauder with these words which only exhorted a laugh from the sentinel betty staggered round the end of the building and made the best of her way towards the quarters of her favorite captain john lawton in search of redress neither the officer nor the woman however appeared during the night
and nothing further occurred to disturb the repose of the peddler who to the astonishment of the different sentinels continued by his breathing to manifest how little the gallows could affect his slumbers in chapter seventeen
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the spy by james fenimore cooper chapter eighteen a daniel come to judgment yea a daniel oh wise young judge how i do honor thee merchant of venice
the skinners followed captain lawton with alacrity towards the quarters occupied by the troop of that gentleman the captain of the dragoons had on all occasions manifested so much zeal for the cause in which he was engaged was so much
regardless of personal danger when opposed to the enemy, and his stature and stern countenance
contributed so much to render him terrific, that these qualities had in some measure
procured him a reputation distinct from the core in which he served. His intrepidity was
mistaken for ferocity, and his hasty zeal for the natural love of cruelty. On the other hand,
a few acts of clemency, or, more properly speaking, of discriminating,
justice, had, with one portion of the community, acquired for Dunwoody the character of
undue forbearance. It is seldom that either popular condemnation or popular applause falls,
exactly in the quantities earned, where it is merited. While in the presence of the major,
the leader of the gang had felt himself under that restraint which vice must ever experience
in the company of acknowledged virtue, but having left the house, he at once conceived that he
was under the protection of a congenial spirit. There was a gravity in the manner of Lawton
that deceived most of those who did not know him intimately, and it was a common saying in his
troop that, when the captain laughed, he was sure to punish. Drawing near his conductor,
therefore, the leader commenced a confidential dialogue. "'Tis always well for a man to know his
friends from his enemies,' said the half-licensed freebooter.
To this prefatory observation, the captain made no other reply than a sound, which the other interpreted into assent.
I suppose Major Dunwoody has the good opinion of Washington, continued the Skinner, in a tone that rather expressed a doubt than asked a question.
There are some who think so.
Many of the friends of Congress in this county, the man proceeded, wish the horse was led by some other officer.
for my part, if I could only be covered by a troop now and then,
I could do many an important piece of service to the cause,
to which this capture of the peddler would be a trifle.
Indeed, such as what?
For the matter of that, it could be made as profitable to the officer
as it would be to us who did it, said the Skinner,
with a look of the most significant meaning.
But how? asked Lawton, a little impatiently,
and quickening his step to get out of the hearing.
of the rest of the party. Why, near the royal lines, even under the very guns of the heights,
might be good picking if we had a force to guard us from Delancey's men, and to cover our retreat
from being cut off by the way of King's Bridge. Begin footnote. The partisan corps called Cowboys,
in the parlance of the country, was commanded by Colonel Delancey. This gentleman, for such he was,
by birth and education, rendered himself very odious to the Americans by his fancied cruelty,
though there is no evidence of his being guilty of any acts unusual in this species of warfare.
Colonel Delancey belonged to a family of the highest consequence in the American colonies,
his uncle having died in the administration of the government of that of New York.
He should not be confounded with other gentlemen of his name and family, many of whom served in the
Royal Army. His cousin, Colonel Oliver Delancey, was, at the time of our tale, adjutant general
of the British forces in America, having succeeded to the unfortunate Andre. The cowboys were
sometimes called refugees, in consequence of their having taken refuge under the protection of the
crown. End footnote. I thought the refugees took all that game to themselves.
They do a little bit at it, but they are obliged to be sparing among their own.
people. I have been down twice under an agreement with them. The first time they acted with
honour, but the second time they came upon us and drove us off, and took the plunderer to themselves.
That was a very dishonorable act indeed. I wondered that an honorable man will associate with such rascals.
It is necessary to have an understanding with some of them, or we might be taken. But a man without
honor is worse than a brute. Do you think Major Dunwoody is to be trusted?
you mean on honourable principles certainly you know arnold was thought well of until the royal major was taken why i do not believe dunwoody would sell his command as arnold wished to do neither do i think him exactly trustworthy in a delicate business like this of yours
that's just my notion rejoined the skinner with a self-approving manner that showed how much he was satisfied with his own estimate of character by this time they had arrived at a better sort of farmhouse the very extensive outbuildings of which were intolerable repair for the times
the barns were occupied by the men of the troop while the horses were arranged under the long sheds which protected the yard from the cold north wind the latter were quietly eating with saddles on the sandals on the horses were arranged under the long sheds which protected the yard from the cold north wind the latter were quietly eating with saddles on
their backs and bridles thrown on their necks, ready to be bitted and mounted at the shortest
morning. Lawton excused himself for a moment, and entered his quarters. He soon returned,
holding in his hand one of the common stable lanterns, and led the way towards a large orchard
that surrounded the buildings on three sides. The gang followed the trooper in silence,
believing his object to be facility of communicating further on this interesting topic without
the danger of being overheard.
Approaching the captain, the Skinner renewed the discourse with a view of establishing further
confidence and of giving his companion a more favorable opinion of his own intellects.
Do you think the colonies will finally get the better of the king? he inquired, with a little
of the importance of a politician.
Get the better, echoed the captain with impetuosity, then, checking himself, he continued,
No doubt they will.
If the French will give us arms and money, we will drive out the royal troops in six months.
Well, so I hope we shall soon, and then we shall have a free government, and we who fight for it will get our reward.
Oh, cried Lawton, your claims will be indisputable, while all these vile Tories, who lived home peaceably to take care of their farms will be held in the contempt they merit.
You have no farm, I suppose?
"'Not yet, but it will go hard if I do not find one before the piece is made.
"'Right. Study your own interests, and you study the interests of your country.
"'Press the point of your own services, and rail at the Tories,
"'and I'll bet my spurs against a rusty nail that you get to be a county clerk at least.
"'Don't you think Paulding's party were fools in not letting the royal adjutant general escape?' said the man,
"'thrown off his guard by the freedom of the captain's manner.
begin footnote.
The author must have intended some allusion to an individual which is too local to be understood by the general reader.
Andre, as is well known, was arrested by three countrymen who were on the lookout for predatory parties of the enemy.
The principal man of this party was named Paulding.
The disinterested manner in which they refused the offers of their captive is matter of history.
End footnote.
Fools, cried Lawton, with a bitter laugh.
"'I fools, indeed. King George would have paid them better, for he is richer. He would have made them gentlemen for their losses. But, thank God, there is a pervading spirit in the people that seems miraculous.
Men who have nothing act as if the wealth of the Indies depended on their fidelity.
All are not villains like yourself, or we should have been slaves to England years ago.'
"'How?' exclaimed the Skinner, starting back, and dropping his musket to the level of the other's breast.
"'Am I betrayed, and are you my enemy?'
"'Miscreet!' shouted Lawton,
"'his saber ringing in its steel scabbard as he struck the musket of the fellow from his hands.
"'Offer but again to point your gun at me, and I'll cleave you to the middle.'
"'And you will not pay us, then, Captain Lawton?' said the Skinner,
trembling in every joint, for just then he saw a party of mounted dragoons
silently encircling the whole party.
"'Oh, pay you?'
"'Yes.
have the full measure of your reward. There is the money that Colonel Singleton sent down for the
captors of the spy, throwing a bag of guine with disdain at the other's feet, but ground your
arms, you rascals, and see that the money is truly told. The intimidated band did as they
were ordered, and while they were eagerly employed in this pleasing avocation, a few of Lawton's
men privately knocked the flints out of their muskets. Well, cried the impatient captain,
"'Is it right? Have you the promised reward?'
"'There is just the money,' said the leader,
"'and we will now go to our homes with your permission.
"'Hold, so much to redeem our promise.
"'Now for justice.
"'We pay you for taking a spy,
"'but we punish you for burning, robbing, and murdering.
"'Sease them, my lads, and give each of them the law of Moses,
"'forty save one.'
"'This command was given to no unwilling listeners,
"'and in the twinkling of an eye the skinners
were stripped and fastened by the halters of the party, to as many of the apple trees as were
necessary to furnish one to each of the gang. Swords were quickly drawn, and fifty branches were
cut from the trees like magic. From these were selected a few of the most supple of the twigs,
and a willing dragoon was soon found to wield each of the weapons. Captain Lawton gave the
word, humanely cautioning his men not to exceed the discipline prescribed by the Mosaic law,
and the uproar of Babel commenced in the orchard.
The cries of the leader were easily to be distinguished above those of his men,
a circumstance which might be accounted for by Captain Lawton's reminding his corrector
that he had to deal with an officer, and he should remember and pay him unusual honor.
The flagellation was executed with great neatness and dispatch,
and it was distinguished by no irregularity,
excepting that none of the disciplinarians began to count until they had done.
tried their whips by a dozen or more blows, by the way, as they said themselves, of finding out
the proper places to strike. As soon as the summary operation was satisfactorily completed,
Lawton directed his men to leave the Skinners to replace their own clothes and to mount their
horses, for they were a party who had been dispatched for the purpose of patrolling lower down
in the country. You see, my friend, said the captain to the leader of the Skinners, after he had
prepared himself to depart, I can cover you to some purpose when necessary. If we meet often,
you will be covered with scars, which, if not very honorable, will at least be merited.
The fellow made no reply. He was busy with his musket, and hastening his comrades to march.
When, everything being ready, they proceeded sullenly towards some rocks at no great distance,
which were overhung by a deep wood. The moon was just rising, and the group of dragoons could easily be
distinguished where they had been left. Suddenly turning, the whole gang leveled their pieces and drew
the triggers. The action was noticed, and the snapping of the locks was heard by the soldiers,
who returned their futile attempt with a laugh of derision, the captain crying aloud,
Ah, rascals, I knew you, and have taken away your flints!
You should have taken away that in my pouch, too, shouted the leader, firing his gun in the next
instant. The bullet grazed the ear of Lawton, who laughed as he shook his head, saying,
A miss was as good as a mile. One of the dragoons had seen the preparations of the Skinner,
who had been left alone by the rest of his gang as soon as they had made their abortive attempt
at revenge, and was in the act of plunging his spurs into his horse as the fellow fired.
The distance to the rocks was but small, yet the speed of the horse compelled the leader
to abandon both money and musket to effect his escape. The scythe.
soldier returned with his prizes and offered them to the acceptance of his captain, but Lawton rejected
them, telling the man to retain them himself until the rascal appeared in person to claim his property.
It would have been a business of no small difficulty for any tribunal then existing in the new
states to have enforced a restitution of the money, for it was shortly after most equitably
distributed by the hands of Sergeant Hollister among a troop of horse. The patrol departed, and the captain
slowly returned to his quarters with an intention of retiring to rest. A figure moving rapidly
among the trees, in the direction of the wood, whither the skinners had retired, caught his
eye, and, wheeling on his heel, the cautious partisan approached it, and, to his astonishment,
saw the washerwoman at that hour of night and in such a place.
"'What, Betty, walking in your sleep and dreaming while awake?' cried the trooper.
"'Are you not afraid of meeting with the ghost of ancient Jenny, in this her favorite
posture? "'Ah, sure, Captain Jack,' returned the suitler in her native accent,
and reeling in a manner that made it difficult for her to raise her head.
"'It's not Jenny or her ghost that I'm saking, but some yabs for the wounded,
and it's the vatio of the rising moon, as it just touches them that I want.
They grow under yon rocks, and I must hasten, or the charm will lose its power.'
"'Fool, you are fitter for your palate than for wandering among those rocks.
A fall from one of them would break your bones.
Besides, the Skinners have fled to those heights, and should you fall in with them,
they would revenge on you a sound flogging they have just received from me.
Better return, old woman, and finish your nap.
We march in the morning.
Betty disregarded his advice, and continued her devious route to the hillside.
For an instant, as Lawton mentioned the Skinners, she had paused,
but immediately resuming her course, she was soon out of sight among the trees.
As the captain entered his quarters, the sentinel at the door inquired if he had met Mrs. Flanagan,
and added that she had passed there, filling the air with threats against her tormentors at the hotel,
and inquiring for the captain in search of redress.
Lawton heard the man in astonishment, appeared struck with a new idea,
walked several yards towards the orchard, and returned again.
For several minutes he paced rapidly to and fro before the door of the house,
and then hastily entering it, he threw himself on a bed in his clothes, and was soon in a profound sleep.
In the meantime, the gang of marauders had successfully gained the summit of the rocks, and,
scattering in every direction, they buried themselves in the depths of the wood.
Finding, however, that there was no pursuit, which indeed would have been impracticable for horse,
the leader ventured to call his band together with a whistle, and in a short time he succeeded in
collecting his discomfited party at a point where they had but little to apprehend from any enemy.
"'Well,' said one of the fellows, while a fire was lighting to protect them against the air,
which was becoming severely cold,
"'there is an end to our business in Westchester.
"'The Virginia horse will make the county too hot to hold us.'
"'I'll have his blood,' muttered the leader,
"'if I'd die for it the next instant.'
"'Oh, you are very valiant here in the wood,' cried the other,
with a savage laugh.
Why did you, who boast so much of your aim,
miss your man at thirty yards?
It was the horsemen that disturbed me,
or I would have ended his Captain Lawton on the spot.
Besides, the cold had sent me a shivering,
and I had no longer a steady hand.
Say it was fear, and you will tell no lie,
said his comrade with a sneer.
For my part, I think I shall never be cold again.
My back burns of a thousand grid irons were laid on it.
And you would tamely submit to such usage and kiss the rod that beat you?
As for kissing the rod, it would be no easy matter.
Mine was broken into so small pieces on my own shoulders
that it would be difficult to find one big enough to kiss.
But I would rather submit to lose half my skin than to lose the whole of it
with my ears in the bargain, and such will be our fates if we tempt this mad Virginian again.
God willing, I would at any time give him enough of my hide to make a pair of it.
of jackboots to get out of his hand with the remainder. If you had known when you were well off,
you would have stuck to Major Dunwoody, who don't know half so much of our evil doings.
Silence, you talking fool! shouted the enraged leader. Your prating is sufficient to drive a man mad.
Is it not enough to be robbed and beaten, but we must be tormented with your folly? Help to get
out the provisions, if any, is left in the wallet, and try and stop your mouth with food.
This injunction was obeyed, and the whole party, amidst sundry groans and contortions excited by the disordered state of their backs, made their arrangements for a scanty meal.
A large fire of dry wood was burning in the cleft of a rock, and at length they began to recover from the confusion of their flight and to collect their scattered senses.
Their hunger being appeased, and many of their garments thrown aside for the better opportunity of dressing their wounds, the gang began to plight.
measures of revenge. An hour was spent in this manner, and various expedients were proposed,
but as they all depended on personal prowess for their success and were attended by great danger,
they were, of course, rejected. There was no possibility of approaching the troops by surprise,
their vigilance being ever on the watch, and the hope of meeting Captain Lawton away from his
men was equally forlorn, for the trooper was constantly engaged in his duty, and his movements were so
rapid that any opportunity of meeting with him at all must depend greatly on accident.
Besides, it was by no means certain that such an interview would result happily for themselves.
The cunning of the trooper was notorious, and rough and broken as was Westchester,
the fearless partisan was known to take desperate leaps, and stone walls were but slight impediments
to the charges of the southern horse.
Gradually the conversation took another direction, until the gang determined on a plan which
should both revenge themselves and, at the same time, offer some additional stimulus to their exertions.
The whole business was accurately discussed, the time fixed, and the manner adopted.
In short, nothing was wanting to the previous arrangement for this deed of villainy,
when they were aroused by a voice calling aloud,
"'This way, Captain Jack, here are the rascals a-eating by a fire!
This way and murder the thieves where they sit.
Quick, leave your orses and shoot your pistols!'
This terrific summons was enough to disturb all the philosophy of the gang.
Springing on their feet, they rushed deeper into the wood,
and, having already agreed upon a place of Rondefu previously, to their intended expedition,
they dispersed towards the four quarters of the heavens.
Certain sounds and different voices were heard calling on each other,
but as the marauders were well trained to speed of foot, they were soon lost in the distance.
It was not long before Betty Flanagan emerged from the darkness, and very coolly took possession of what the skinners had left behind them, namely food and diverse articles of dress.
The washerwoman deliberately seated herself and made a meal with great apparent satisfaction.
For an hour she sat with her head upon her hand in deep musing.
Then she gathered together such articles of the clothes as seemed to suit her fancy, and retired into the wood, leaving the fire.
to throw its glimmering light on the adjacent rocks, until its last brand died away,
and the place was abandoned to solitude and darkness.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper.
Chapter 19
No longer then perplex the breast, when thoughts torment the first are best.
Tis mad to go, tis death to stay, away to aura haste away.
Lapland love song.
While his comrades were sleeping, imperfect forgetfulness of their hardships and dangers,
the slumbers of Dunwoody were broken and unquiet.
after spending a night of restlessness he arose unrefreshed from the rude bed where he had thrown himself in his clothes and without awaking any of the group around him he wandered into the open air in search of relief
the soft rays of the moon were just passing away in the more distinct light of the morning the wind had fallen and the rising mists gave the promise of another of those autumnal days which in this unstable climate succeed a tempest with the rapid transitions of magic
The hour had not yet arrived when he intended moving from his present position, and willing to allow his warriors all the refreshment that circumstances would permit, he strolled towards the scene of the Skinner's punishment, musing upon the embarrassments of his situation, and uncertain how he should reconcile his sense of duty with his love.
Although Dunwoody himself placed the most implicit reliance on the captain's purity of intention,
he was by no means assured that a board of officers would be equally credulous,
and independently of all feelings of private regard,
he felt certain that with the execution of Henry would be destroyed all hopes of a union with his sister.
He had dispatched an officer the preceding evening to Colonel Singleton,
who was in command of the advance posts,
reporting the capture of the British captain, and after giving his own opinion of his innocence,
requesting orders as to the manner in which he was to dispose of his prisoner.
These orders might be expected every hour, and his uneasiness increased in proportion as the
moment approached when his friend might be removed from his protection.
In this disturbed state of mind, the Major wandered through the orchard, and was stopped in his
walk by arriving at the base of those rocks which had protected the skinners in their flight,
before he was conscious whither his steps had carried him. He was about to turn and retrace
his path to his quarters when he was startled by a voice bidding him,
Stand or die. Dunwoody turned in amazement, and beheld the figure of a man placed at a little
distance above him on a shelving rock with a musket levelled at himself. The light was not yet
sufficiently powerful to reach the recesses of that gloomy spot, and a second look was necessary
before he discovered, to his astonishment, that the peddler stood before him. Comprehending in an
instant the danger of his situation, and disdaining to implore mercy or to retreat, had the latter
been possible, the youth cried firmly, If I am to be murdered, fire, I will never become your
prisoner. No, Major Don Woody, said Birch, lowering his musket.
it is neither my intention to capture nor to slay what then would you have mysterious being said dunwoody hardly able to persuade himself that the form he saw was not a creature of the imagination
your good opinion answered the pedlar with emotion i would wish all good men to judge me with lenity to you it must be indifferent what may be the judgment of men for you seem to be beyond the reach of their sentence
god spares the lives of his servants to his own time said the pedlar solemnly a few hours ago i was your prisoner and threatened with the gallows now you are mine but major dunwoody you are free
there are men abroad who would treat you less kindly of what service would that sword be to you against my weapon and a steady hand take the advice of one who has never harmed you and who never will do not trust yourself in the skirts of any wood unless in company and mounted
and have you comrades who have assisted you to escape and who are less generous than yourself no no i am alone truly none know me but my god and him
and who asked the major with an interest he could not control none continued the pedlar recovering his composure but such is not your case major dunwoody you are young and happy there are those that are dear to you and such are not far away danger is nearer
them you love most. Danger within and without. Double your watchfulness, strengthen your patrols,
and be silent. With your opinion of me, should I tell you more, you would suspect an ambush,
but remember and guard them you love best. The peddler discharged the musket in the air and
threw it at the feet of his astonished auditor. When surprise and the smoke allowed Dunwoody
to look again on the rock where he had stood, the spot was vacant. The youth was aroused from the
stupor, which had been created by this strange scene, by the trampling of horses and the sound of the
bugles. A patrol was drawn to the spot by the report of the musket, and the alarm had been given to the
corps. Without entering into any explanation with his men, the Major returned quickly to his
quarters, where he found the whole squadron under arms in battle array, impatiently awaiting the
appearance of their leader. The officer whose duty it was to superintend such matters had directed a party
to lower the sign of the Hotel Flanagan, and the post was already arranged for the execution of the spy.
On hearing from the major that the musket was discharged by himself and was probably one of those
dropped by the Skinners, for by this time Dunwoody had learned the punishment inflicted by Lawton,
but chose to conceal his own interview with Birch.
His officers suggested the propriety of executing their prisoner before they marched.
Unable to believe that all he had seen was not a dream, Dunwoody followed by many of his officers,
and preceded by Sergeant Hollister, went to the place which was supposed to contain the peddler.
"'Well, sir,' said the Major to the Sentinel who guarded the door,
"'I trust you have your prisoner in safety.'
"'He is yet asleep,' replied the man, and he makes such a noise.
"'I could hardly hear the bugle sound the alarm.'
"'Open the door and bring him forth.'
The order was obeyed, but to the utter amazement of the honest veteran who entered the prison,
he found the room in no little disorder.
of the peddler where his body ought to have been, and part of the wardrobe of Betty scattered in
disorder on the floor. The washerwoman herself occupied the palate, in profound mental oblivion,
clad as when last seen, excepting a little black bonnet which she so constantly wore that it was
commonly thought she made it perform the double duty of both day and nightcap. The noise of their
entrance and the exclamations of their party awoke the woman.
"'Is it the breakfast that's wanting?' said Betty, rubbing her eyes.
"'Faith! You look as if you would ate myself, but patience a little, darlings,
and you'll see such a fry as never was.'
"'Fry,' echoed the sergeant, forgetful of his religious philosophy, and the presence of his
officers.
"'We'll have you roasted, Jezebel. You've helped that damn peddler to escape.'
"'Jesabel back again in your own teeth, and
and damned piddler, too, Mr. Sargent, cried Betty, who was easily roused,
what have I to do with piddlers or escapes? I might have been a piddler's lady and wore my silks if I'd had
Sawney Matril, instead of tagging at the heels of a parcel of dragoon and rhapscallions,
who don't know how to trait a lone body with decency. The fellow has left my Bible,
said the veteran, taking the book from the floor. Instead of spending his time and reading it
to prepare for his end, like a good Christian, he has been busy in laboring to a
"'And who would stay to be hanged like a dog?' cried Betty, beginning to comprehend the case.
"'Tisn't everyone that's born to meet with such an end, like yourself, Mr. Hollister.'
"'Silence,' said Dunwoody, "'this must be inquired into, closely, gentlemen.
"'There is no outlet but the door, and there he could not pass unless the sentinel connived at his
escape, or was asleep at his post. Call up the guard.'
"'As these men were not paraded, curiosity had already drawn them to
to the place, and they, one and all, with the exception of him before mentioned, denied that any
person had passed out. The individual in question acknowledged that Betty had gone by him,
but pleaded his orders in justification. "'You lie, you teaf, you lie!' shouted Betty,
who had impatiently listened to his exculpation.
"'Would you slanderize a lone woman, by saying she walks a camp at midnight?
"'Here have I been sleep in the long night, sweetly as the sucking babe.'
"'Here, sir,' said the sergeant, turning respectfully to Dunwoody,
"'is something written in my Bible that was not in it before,
for having no family to record I would not suffer any scribbling in the sacred book.'
One of the officers read aloud,
"'These certify that if suffered to get free it is by God's help alone,
to whose divine aid I humbly recommend myself.
I'm forced to take the woman's clothes, but in her pocket is a recompense.
Witness my hand, Harvey Birch.
What?
Rored Betty, has the teeth robbed a lone woman of her all?
Hang him, catch him and hang him, Major, if there's law or justice in the land.
Examine your pocket, said one of the youngsters who was enjoying the scene,
careless of the consequences.
"'Ah, faith!' cried the washerwoman, producing a guinea.
"'But he is a jewel of a piddler.
"'Long life and a brisk trade to him, say I.
"'He is welcome to the duds.
"'And if he is ever hanged, many a bigger rogue will go free.'
"'Dunwoody turned to leave the apartment,
"'and he saw Captain Lotton standing with folded arms,
"'contemplating the scene with profound silence.
"'His manner, so different from him,
his usual impetuosity and zeal struck his commander as singular their eyes met and they walked together for a few minutes in close conversation when dunwoody returned and dismissed the guard to their place of rendezvous
sergeant hollister however continued along with betty who having found none of her vestments disturbed but such as the guinea more than paid for was in high good humour the washerwoman had for a long time looked on the veteran with the eyes of affection
and she had determined within herself to remove certain delicate objections which had long embarrassed her peculiar situation, as respected the Corps, by making the sergeant the successor of her late husband. For some time past the trooper had seemed to flatter this preference, and Betty, conceiving that her violence might have mortified her suitor, was determined to make him all the amends in her power. Besides, rough and uncouth as she was, the washerwoman,
had still enough of her sex to know that the moments of reconciliation were the moments of power.
She therefore poured out a glass of her morning beverage and handed it to her companion as a peace-offering.
A few warm words between frins are a trifle, ye must be knowing, Sergeant, said the washerwoman.
It was Michael Flanagan that I ever culminated the most when I was loving him the best.
Michael was a good soldier and a brave man, said the truth.
"'fielper finishing the glass. Our troop was covering the flank of his regiment when he fell,
"'and I rode over his body myself during the day. Poor fellow! He lay on his back,
"'and looked as composed as if he had died a natural death after a year's consumption.
"'Oh, Michael was a great consumer, and be certain, two such as us make dreadful inroads in the
"'in the stock, sergeant. But you're a sober, discreet man, Mr. Hollister,
and would be a helpmate indeed why mrs flanagan i've tarried to speak on a subject that lies heavy at my heart and i will now open my mind if you've leisure to listen
is it listen cried the impatient woman and i'd listen to you sergeant if the officers never ate another mouthful but take a second drop dear twill encourage you to spake freely
i am already bold enough in so good a cause returned the veteran rejecting her bounty betty do you think it was really the pedlar spy that i placed in this room the last night
and who else should it be darling the evil one what the divil i even bezel-bub disguised as the pedlar and them fellows we thought to be skinners were his imps
"'Well, sure, Sergeant dear, you're but little out this time, anyway,
"'for if the divil's imps go at large in the county Westchester,
"'sure it is the Skinners themselves.'
"'Mrs. Flanagan, I mean in their incarnate spirits.
"'The evil one knew there was no one we would arrest sooner than the peddler birch,
"'and he took on his appearance to gain admission to your room.'
"'And what shall the divil be wanting of me?' cried Betty tartly.
"'And isn't there, divil's zivis?
enough in the core already without ones coming from the bottomless pit to frighten a lone body.
"'Twas in mercy to you, Betty, that he was permitted to come. You see, he vanished through the door
in your form, which is a symbol of your fate unless you mend your life. Oh, I noticed how he
trembled when I gave him the good book. Would any Christian think you, my dear Betty,
write in a Bible in this way? Unless it might be the matter of it. "'Itless it might be the matter
of births and deaths and such lawful chronicles.
The washerwoman was pleased with the softness of her lover's manner, but dreadfully scandalized
at his insinuation.
She, however, preserved her temper, and with the quickness of her own country's people, rejoined,
And would the divil have paid for the clothes, think, ye, I, and overpaid?
Doubtless the money is base, said the sergeant a little staggered at such an evidence of
honesty in one of whom, as to generals, he thought so meanly,
He tempted me with his glittering coin, but the Lord gave me strength to resist.
The Gould looks well, but I'll change it anyway with Captain Jack the day.
He is never a bit of feared of any divil of them all.
Betty, Betty, said her companion, do not speak so disreverently of the evil spirit.
He is ever at hand, and will owe you a grudge for your language.
"'Poo! If he has any bowels at all,
"'he won't mind a philip or two from a poor lone woman,
"'I'm sure no other Christian would.'
"'But the dark one has no bowels,
"'except to devour the children of men,'
"'said the sergeant looking around him in horror,
"'and it's best to make friends everywhere,
"'for there's no telling what may happen till it comes.
"'But Betty, no man could have got out of this place
"'and passed all the sentinels without being known.
"'Take awful war,
from the visit, therefore!'
Here the dialogue was interrupted by a peremptory summons to the subtler to prepare the morning's repast,
and they were obliged to separate.
The woman, secretly hoping that the interest the sergeant manifested was more earthly than he imagined,
and the man bent on saving a soul from the fangs of the dark spirit that was prowling through
their camp in quest of victims.
During the breakfasts several expresses arrived, one of which are,
brought intelligence of the actual force and destination of the enemy's expedition that was out on the
Hudson, and another orders to send Captain Wharton to the first post above under the escort of a
body of dragoons. These last instructions, or rather commands, for they admitted of no departure
from their litter, completed the sum of Dunwoody's uneasiness. The despair and misery of Francis
were constantly before his eyes, and fifty times he was tempted to throw himself on his horse
and gallop to the locusts, but an uncontrollable feeling prevented. In obedience to the commands
of his superior, an officer with a small party was sent to the cottage to conduct Henry Wharton
to the place directed, and the gentleman who was entrusted with the execution of the order
was charged with a letter from Dunwoody to his friend, containing the most cheering assurances
of his safety, as well as the strongest pledges of his own unceasing exertions in his favor.
Lotton was left with part of his own troop in charge of the few wounded, and as soon as the men were refreshed, the encampment broke up, the main body marching towards the Hudson.
Dunwoody repeated his injunctions to Captain Lotton again and again, dwelt on every word that had fallen from the peddler, and canvassed in every possible manner that his ingenuity could devise the probable meaning of his mysterious warnings, until no excuse remained for delaying his own departure.
Suddenly recollecting, however, that no directions had been given for the disposal of Colonel Wellmere,
instead of following the rear of the column, the Major yielded to his desires, and turned down the road
which led to the locusts. The horse of Dunwoody was fleet as the wind, and scarcely a moment
seemed to have passed before he gained sight from an eminence of the lonely veil, and as he was
plunging into the bottom lands that formed its surface, he caught a glimpse of Henry Wharton
and his escort at a distance, defiling through a pass which led to the posts above.
This sight added to the speed of the anxious youth, who now turned the angle of the hill that
opened to the valley, and came suddenly on the object of his search.
Francis had followed the party which guarded her brother, at a distance, and as they vanished
from her sight, she felt deserted by all that she most prized in this world.
The unaccountable absence of Dunwoody, with the shock of parting from Henry under such
circumstances had entirely subdued her fortitude, and she had sunk on a stone by the roadside,
sobbing as if her heart would break. Dunwoody sprang from his charger, threw the reins over the
neck of the animal, and in a moment he was by the side of the weeping girl.
"'Frances, my own Francis,' he exclaimed, "'why this distress? Let not the situation of your brother
create any alarm. As soon as the duty I am now on is completed, I will hasten to the feet of
Washington and beg his release. The father of his country will never deny such a boon to one of his
favorite pupils. Major Dunwoody, for your interest in behalf of my poor brother, I thank you,
said the trembling girl, drying her eyes and rising with dignity. But such language addressed to me,
surely, is improper. Improper? Are you not mine? By the consent of your father, your aunt, your brother?
nay, by your own consent, my sweet Francis.
I wish not, Major Dunwoody, to interfere with the prior claims that any other lady may have to your affections,
said Francis, struggling to speak with firmness.
None other, I swear by heaven, none other has any claim on me, cried Dunwoody with fervor.
You alone are mistress of my inmost soul.
You have practised so much and so successfully, Major Dunwoody, that it is no one.
wonder you excel in deceiving the credulity of my sex, returned Francis attempting a smile,
which the tremulousness of her muscles smothered at birth.
Am I a villain, Miss Wharton, that you receive me with such language?
When have I ever deceived you, Francis?
Who has practised in this manner on your purity of heart?
Why has not Major Dunwoody honoured the dwelling of his intended father with his presence lately?
Did he forget it contained one friend on a bed of sickness and another in deep,
distress? Has it escaped his memory that it held his intended wife? Or is he fearful of meeting
more than one that can lay a claim to that title? Oh, Peyton! Paton! How have I been deceived in you?
With the foolish credulity of my youth, I thought you all that was brave, noble, generous, and loyal.
Francis, I see how you have deceived yourself, cried Dunwoody, his face in a glow of fire.
You do me injustice. I swear by all that is most dear to me that you do me injustice.
Swear not, Major Dunwoody, interrupted Francis, her fine countenance, lighting with the lustre of womanly pride.
The time is gone by for me to credit oaths.
Miss Wharton, would you have me a coxcomb? Make me contemptible in my own eyes by boasting with the hope of raising myself in your estimation?
Flatter not yourself that the task is so easy,
sir, returned Francis, moving towards the cottage. We conversed together in private for the last time.
But, possibly, my father would welcome my mother's kinsman.
No, Miss Wharton, I cannot enter his dwelling now. I should act in a manner unworthy of myself.
You drive me from you, Francis, in despair. I am going on desperate service and may not live to
return, should fortune prove severe. At least do my memory just.
"'Remember that the last breathings of my soul will be for your happiness.'
So saying he had already placed his foot in the stirrup,
but his youthful mistress, turning on him an eye that pierced his soul,
arrested the action.
"'Paton!
Major Dunwoody,' she said.
"'Can you ever forget the sacred cause in which you are enlisted?
Duty both to your God and to your country forbids your doing anything rashly.
the latter has need of your services. Besides—but her voice became choked and she was unable to proceed.
Besides what? echoed the youth, springing to her side in offering to take her hand in his own.
Francis, having, however, recovered herself, coldly repulsed him and continued her walk homeward.
"'Is this our parting?' cried Dunwoody in agony.
"'Am I a wretch that you treat me so cruelly? You have never loved me,
and wished to conceal your own fickleness by accusations that you will not explain.
Francis stopped short in her walk, and turned on him a look of so much purity and feeling that
heart-stricken Dunwoody would have knelt at her feet for pardon, but motioning him for silence,
she once more spoke.
Hear me, Major Dunwoody, for the last time.
It is a bitter knowledge when we first discover our own inferiority, but it is a truth that I have
lately learned. Against you, I bring no charges, make no accusations. No, not willingly in my thoughts.
Were my claims to your heart just, I am not worthy of you. It is not a feeble, timid girl like me
that could make you happy. No, Peyton, you are formed for great and glorious actions,
deeds of daring and renown, and should be united to a soul like your own, one that can rise
above the weakness of her sex. I should be a weight to drag you to the dust, but with a different
spirit in your companion you might soar to the very pinnacle of earthly glory. To such a one, therefore,
I resign you freely, if not cheerfully, and pray, oh, how fervently do I pray, that with such a one
you may be happy.
Lovely enthusiast, cried Dunwoody.
You know not yourself, nor me.
It is a woman mild, gentle,
and dependent as yourself that my very nature loves.
Deceive not yourself with visionary ideas of generosity,
which will only make me miserable.
Farewell, Major Dunwoody, said the agitated girl,
pausing for a moment to gasp for breath.
Forget that you ever knew me. Remember the claims of your bleeding country, and be happy.
Happy, repeated the youthful soldier bitterly as he saw her light form gliding through the gate of the
lawn and disappearing behind its shrubbery. Yes, I am happy, indeed.
Throwing himself into the saddle, he plunged his spurs into his horse, and soon overtook
his squadron which was marching slowly over the hilly roads of the country to gain the banks of the hudson.
But painful as were the feelings of Don Woody at this unexpected termination of the interview with
his mistress, they were but light compared with those which were experienced by the fond girl herself.
Francis had, with the keen eye of jealous love, easily detected the attachment of Isabella Singleton
to Dunwoody, delicate and retiring herself. It never could present itself. It never could present itself.
to her mind that this love had been unsought. Ardened in her own affections, and artless in their exhibition,
she had early caught the eye of the young soldier, but it required all the manly frankness of Dunwoody
to court her favor, and the most pointed devotion to obtain his conquest. This done, his power was
durable, entire, and engrossing. But the unusual occurrences of the few preceding days, the altered mean
of her lover during those events, his unwanted indifference to herself, and chiefly the romantic
idolatry of Isabella had aroused new sensations in her bosom. With a dread of her lover's
integrity had been awakened the never-failing concomitant of the purest affection, a distrust
of her own merits. In the moment of enthusiasm, the task of resigning her lover to another,
who might be more worthy of him, seemed easy, but it is in vain that the imagination attempts to deceive
the heart. Dunwoody had no sooner disappeared than our heroine felt all the misery of her situation,
and if the youth found some relief in the cares of his command, Francis was less fortunate in the
performance of a duty imposed on her by filial piety, the removal of his son had nearly destroyed the little
energy of Mr. Wharton, who required all the tenderness of his remaining children to convince him that he was able to perform the ordinary functions of life.
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The Spy
by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 20
Flatter and praise
Commend
Extole their graces
Though ne'er so black
Say they have angels' faces
That man who hath a tongue
I say is no man
If with that tongue he cannot win a woman
Two gentlemen of Verona
In making the arrangement
by which Captain Lawton had been left, with Sergeant Hollister and twelve men, as guard over the wounded and heavy baggage of the core.
Dunwoody had consulted not only the information which had been conveyed in the letter of Colonel Singleton,
but the bruises of his comrade's body. In vain Lawton declared himself fit for any duty that man could perform,
or plainly intimated that his men would never follow Tom Mason
to a charge with the alacrity and confidence with which they followed himself.
His commander was firm,
and the reluctant captain was compelled to comply
with as good grace as he could assume.
Before parting, Dunwoody repeated his caution
to keep a watchful eye on the inmates of the cottage,
and especially enjoined him, if any man,
movements of a particularly suspicious nature were seen in the neighbourhood to break up from his present
quarters and to move down with his party and take possessions of the domains of Mr. Wharton.
A vague suspicion of danger to the family had been awakened in the breast of the major,
by the language of the peddler, although he was unable to refer it to any particular source
or to understand why it was to be apprehended. For some time, after he was to be apprehended.
for some time after the departure of the troops, the captain was walking before the door of the hotel,
inwardly cursing his fate, that condemned him to an inglorious idleness, at a moment when a meeting with the enemy might be expected,
and replying to the occasional queries of Betty, who, from the interior of the building,
ever and an non demanded, in a high tone of voice, an explanation of various powers,
in the peddlers' escape, which as yet she could not comprehend.
At this instant he was joined by the surgeon, who had hitherto been engaged among his
patients in a distant building, and was profoundly ignorant of everything that had occurred,
even to the departure of the troops.
Where are all the sentinels, John, he inquired, as he gazed around with the look of curiosity,
and why are you here alone?
off, all off with Dunwoody to the river.
You and I are left here to take care of a few sick men and some women.
I am glad, however, said the surgeon,
that Major Dunwoody has consideration enough not to move the wounded.
Here, you, Mrs. Elizabeth Flanagan, hasten with some food,
that I may appease my appetite.
I have a dead body to dissect, and am in haste.
"'And here you, Mr. Dr. Archibald Sidgreaves,' echoed Betty,
showing her blooming countenance from a broken window of the kitchen.
"'You are ever coming too late. There is nothing to it but the skin of Jenny,
"'and the body you're mentioning.'
"'Woman,' said the surgeon in anger,
"'do you take me for a cannibal, that you address your filthy discourse to me in this manner?'
i bid you hasten with such food as may be proper to be received into this stomach fasting and i'm sure it's for a pop-gun that i should be taking you sooner than for a cannon-ball said betty winking at the captain and i tell you that it's fasting you must be
unless you'll let me cook you a steak from the skin of jenny the boys have et me up entirely lawton now interfered to preserve the peace and assured the surgeon that
he had already dispatched the proper persons in quest for food for the party.
A little mollified with his explanation, the operator soon forgot his hunger,
and declared his intention of proceeding to business at once.
"'And where is your subject?' asked Lawton.
"'The peddler,' said the other, glancing at the signpost.
"'I made Hollister put a stage so high that the neck would not be dislocated by the fall,
and I intend to make as handsome a skeleton of him
as there is in the States of North America.
The fellow has good points, and his bones are well knit.
I will make a perfect beauty of him.
I have long been wanting something of this sort
to send as a present to my old aunt in Virginia,
who was so kind to me when a boy.
"'The devil!' cried Lawton.
"'Would you send the old woman a dead man's bones?'
"'Why not?' said the surgeon.
"'What nobler object is there in nature than the figure of a man?
"'And the skeleton may be called his elementary parts.
"'But what has been done with the body?'
"'Off, too.'
"'Off! And who has dared to interfere with my perquisites?'
"'Sure, just the devil,' said Betty,
and who will be taking yourself away some of these times too, without asking your leave?
Silence, you witch, said Lawton, with difficulty suppressing a laugh.
Is this the manner in which to address an officer?
Who called me the filthy Elizabeth Flanagan?
cried the washerwoman, snapping her fingers contemptuously.
I can remember a friend for a year, and don't forget an enemy for a month.
but the friendship or enmity of mrs flanagan was alike indifferent to the surgeon who could think of nothing but his loss and lawton was obliged to explain to his friend the apparent manner in which it had happened
"'And a lucky escape it was for ye me jewel of a doctor,' cried Betty, as the captain concluded.
"'Sartant Hollister, who saw him face to face, as it might be, says it's Beelzebub, and no piddler,
"'unless it may be a small matter of lies and thefts, and such wickedness.
"'Now, a pretty figure you would have been in cutting up Beelzebub,
"'if the major had hanged him.
"'I don't think it's very easy that he would have been under your knife.
Thus doubly disappointed in his meal and his business,
Sitgreaves suddenly declared his intention of visiting the locusts,
and inquiring into the state of Captain Singleton.
Lawton was ready for the excursion, and mounting they were soon on the road,
though the surgeon was obliged to submit to a few more jokes from the washerwoman,
before he could get out of hearing.
For some time the two rode in silence, when Lawton,
Perceiving that his companion's temper was somewhat ruffled by his disappointments, and Betty's attack, made an effort to restore the tranquility of his feelings.
That was a charming song, Archibald, that he commenced last evening, when we were interrupted by the party that brought in the peddler, he said.
The illusion to Galen was much to the purpose.
I knew you would like it, Jack, when you had got the fumes of the wine out of you.
your head. Poetry is a respectable art, though it wants the precision of the exact sciences,
and the natural beneficence of the physical. Considered in reference to the wants of life,
I should define poetry as an emoliant, rather than as a succulent. And yet your ode was
full of the meat of wit. Ode is by no means a proper term for the composition. I should term it
a classical ballad.
Very probably, said the trooper, hearing only one verse, it was difficult to class the composition.
The surgeon involuntarily hemmed and began to clear his throat, although scarcely conscious
himself to what the preparation tended.
But the captain, rolling his dark eyes towards his companion, and observing him to be sitting
with great uneasiness on his horse, continued.
the air is still and the road solitary why not give the remainder it is never too late to repair a loss my dear john if i thought i would correct the errors you have imbibed from habit and indulgence nothing could give me more pleasure
we are fast approaching some rocks on our left the echo will double my satisfaction thus encouraged and somewhat impelled by the opinion that he both sang and wrote
with taste. The surgeon set about complying with the request in sober earnest.
Some little time was lost in clearing his throat, and getting the proper pitch of his voice.
But no sooner were those two points achieved, then Lawton had the secret delight of hearing his friend commence.
Hast thou ever? Hush! interrupted the trooper.
What rustling noise is that among the rocks?
It must have been the rushing of the melanch.
A powerful voice is like the breathing of the winds.
Hast thou ever listen? said Lawton, stopping his horse.
He had not done speaking when a stone fell at his feet and rolled harmlessly across the path.
A friendly shot that, cried the trooper.
Neither the weapon nor its force implies much ill-will.
Blows from stones seldom produce more than contusions.
said the operator, bending his gaze in every direction in vain, in quest of the hand, from which the missile had been held.
It must be meteoric. There is no living being in sight, except ourselves.
It would be easy to hide a regiment behind those rocks, returned the trooper, dismounting, and taking the stone in his hand.
Oh, here is the explanation along with the mystery.
So saying, he tore a piece of paper that had been ingeniously fastened to the small fragment of rock which had thus singularly fallen before him, and opening it, the captain read the following words, written in no very legible hand.
A musket bullet will go farther than a stone, and things more dangerous than Yabs for wounded men lie hid in the rocks of Westchester.
the horse may be good but can he mount a precipice thou say'st the truth strange man said lawton courage and activity would avail but little against assassination and these rugged passes
remounting his horse he cried aloud thanks unknown friend your caution will be remembered a meagre hand was extended for an instant over a rock in the air
and afterwards nothing further was seen or heard in that quarter by the soldiers quite an extraordinary interruption said the astonished sit grieves and a letter of very mysterious meaning
oh tis nothing but the wit of some bumpkin who thinks to frighten two of the virginians by an artifice of this kind said the trooper placing the billet in his pocket but let me tell you mr archibald's situation
grieves, you were wanting to dissect just now, a damned honest fellow.
It was the peddler, one of the most notorious spies in the enemy's service, and I must say
that I think it would be an honour to such a man, to be devoted to the uses of science.
He may be a spy, he must be one, said Lawton, musing, but he has a heart above enmity,
and a soul that would honour a soldier.
The surgeon turned a vacant eye on his companion
as he uttered this soliloquy.
While the penetrating looks of the trooper
had already discovered another pile of rocks,
which, jutting forward,
nearly obstructed the highway
which wound directly around its base.
What the steed cannot mount,
the foot of a man can overcome,
exclaimed the wary partisan.
Throwing himself again,
from his saddle, and leaping a wall of stone, he began to ascend the hill at a pace which would
soon have given him a bird's eye view of the rocks in question, together with all their
crevices.
This movement was no sooner made than Lawton caught a glimpse of the figure of a man, stealing rapidly
from his approach, and disappearing on the opposite side of the precipice.
Spur! said grieves, spur!
shouted the trooper, dashing over ever.
impediment in pursuit, and murder the villain as he flies. The former part of the request
was promptly complied with, and a few moments brought the surgeon in full view of a man
armed with a musket, who was crossing the road, and evidently seeking the protection of the
thick wood on its opposite side. "'Stop, my friend, stop until Captain Lawton comes up, if you please,'
cried the surgeon, observing him to flee with the rapidity that baffled his horsemanship.
But as if the invitation contained new terrors, the footman redoubled his efforts,
nor paused even to breathe, until he had reached his goal,
when, turning on his heel, he discharged his musket towards the surgeon, and was out of sight
in an instant. To gain the highway and throw himself into his saddle,
detained Lawton but a moment, and he rode to the side of his companion, just as the figure disappeared.
"'Which way has he fled?' cried the trooper.
"'John,' said the surgeon, "'am I not a non-combatant?'
"'Wither has the rascal fled?' cried Lorton impatiently.
"'Where you cannot follow into that wood.
"'But I repeat, John, am I not a non-combatant?'
The disappointed trooper, perceiving that his enemy had escaped him, now turned his eyes,
which were flashing with anger, upon his comrade, and gradually his muscles lost their rigid compression,
his brow relaxed, and his look changed from his fierce expression, to the covert laughter which so often distinguished his countenance.
The surgeon sat in dignified composure on his horse, his thin body erect, and his head elevated with
the indignation of one conscious of having been unjustly treated.
Why did you suffer the villain to escape? demanded the captain.
Once within reach of my sabre, and I would have given you a subject for the dissecting
table. It was impossible to prevent it, said the surgeon, pointing to the bars,
before which she had stopped his horse. The rogue threw himself on the other side of this fence,
and left me where you see. Nor would the man in the
least attend to my remonstrances, or to an intimation that he wished to hold discourse with him.
He was truly a discourteous rascal, but why did he not leap the fence and compel him to a halt?
You see but three of the bars are up, and Betty Flanagan could clear him on her cow.
The surgeon, for the first time, withdrew his eyes from the place where the fugitive had disappeared,
and turned his look on his comrade.
His head, however, was not permitted to lower itself in the least, as he replied.
I humbly conceive, Captain Lawton, that neither Mrs. Elizabeth Flanagan nor her cow
is an example to be emulated by Dr. Archibald Sidgreaves.
It would be but a sorry compliment to science to say that a doctor of Metzen had fractured both his legs
by indjudiciously striking them against a pair of barposts.
without speaking the surgeon raised the limbs in question to a nearly horizontal position an attitude which really appeared to bid defiance to anything like a passage for himself through the defile
but the trooper disregarding this ocular proof of the impossibility of the movement cried hastily here was nothing to stop you a man i could leap a platoon through boot and sigh without pricking with a single spur
"'Prah! I have often charged upon the bayonets of infantry over greater difficulties than this.
"'You will please to remember, Captain John Lawton, that I am not the riding-master of the regiment,
"'nor a drill-sargent, nor a crazy cornet.
"'No, sir, and I speak with a due respect for the Commission of the Continental Congress,
"'nor an inconsiderate captain, who regards his own life as little as that of his enemies.
i am only sir a poor humble man of letters a mere doctor of medicine an unworthy graduate of edinburgh and a surgeon of dragoons nothing more i do assure you captain john lawton
so saying he turned his horse's head towards the cottage and recommenced his ride ay you speak the truth muttered the dragoon
had i but the meanest wider of my troop with me i should have taken this gauntwell and given at least one victim to the laws but archibald no man can ride well who straddles in this manner like the colossus of roads
you should depend less on your stirrup and keep your seat by the power of the knee with proper deference to your experience captain lawton returned the surgeon i conceive myself to be no incompetent judge of muscular action
whether in the knee or in any other part of the human frame.
And although but humbly educated,
I am not now to learn that the wider the base,
the more firm is the superstructure.
Would you fill a highway in this manner,
with one pair of legs,
when half a dozen might pass together in comfort,
stretching them abroad like the skies of the ancient chariot wheels?
The allusion to the practice of the ancients
somewhat softened the indignation of the surgeon, and he replied, with rather less utter.
You should speak with reverence of the usages of those who have gone before us,
and who, however ignorant they were in matters of science, and particularly that of surgery,
yet furnished many brilliant hints to our own improvements.
Now, sir, I have no doubt that Galen has operated on wounds occasioned by those very skies that you mention,
although we can find no evidence of the fact in contemporary writers.
Ah, they must have given dreadful injuries,
and I doubt not, caused great uneasiness to the medical gentleman of that day.
Occasionally a body must have been left in two pieces,
to puzzle the ingenuity of those gentry to unite.
Yet, venerable and learned as they were,
I doubt not they did it.
what unite two parts of the human body that have been severed by an edged instrument to any of the purposes of animal life that have been rent asunder by a skies and are united to do military duty said lawton
t is impossible quite impossible cried the surgeon it is in vain captain lawton that human ingenuity endeavors to baffle the efforts of
nature. Think, my dear sir, in this case you separate all the arteries, injure all of the
intestines, sever all of the nerves and sinews, and what is of more consequence, you
have said enough, Dr. Sidgreaves, to convince a member of arrival school. Nothing shall ever tempt
me willingly to submit to be divided in this irretrievable manner.
"'Sertz, there is little pleasure in a wound which, from its nature, is incurable.
"'I should think so,' said Lawton dryly.
"'What do you think is the greatest pleasure in life?' asked the operator suddenly.
"'That must greatly depend on taste.'
"'Not at all,' cried the surgeon.
"'It is in witnessing, or rather feeling,
the ravages of disease repaired by the lights of science, cooperating with nature.
I once broke my little finger intentionally, in order that I might reduce the fracture and
watch the cure. It was only on a small scale, you know, dear John. Still the thrilling sensation
excited by the knitting of the bone, aided by the contemplation of the art of man, thus acting in
unison with nature, exceeded any other enjoyment that I have ever experienced.
Now, had it been the more important members, such as the leg, or arm, how much greater must
the pleasure have been?
Or the neck, said the trooper, but their desultory discourse was interrupted by their arrival
at the cottage of Mr. Wharton.
No one appearing to usher them into an apartment, the captain
proceeded to the door of the parlour, where he knew visitors were commonly received.
On opening it, he paused for a moment, in admiration at the scene within.
The person of Colonel Wellmere first met his eyes, bending towards the figure of the blushing
Sarah, with an earnestness of manner that prevented the noise of Lawton's entrance from
being heard by either of the parties.
certain significant signs which were embraced at a glance by the prying gaze of the trooper
at once made him a master of their secret, and he was about to retire as silently as he had advanced
when his companion, pushing himself through the passage, abruptly entered the room.
Advancing instantly to the chair of Wellmere, the surgeon instinctively laid hold of his arm,
and exclaimed,
Bless me!
A quick and irregular pulse,
flushed cheek and fiery eye,
strong febrile symptoms,
and such as must be attended to.
While speaking, the doctor,
who was much addicted to practicing in a summary way,
a weakness of most medical men in military practice,
had already produced his lancet,
and was making certain other indications
of his intentions to proceed at one.
to business. But Colonel Wellmere, recovering from the confusion of the surprise, arose from his
seat haughtily, and said, Sir, it is the warmth of the room that lends me the colour, and I am already
too much indebted to your skill to give you any further trouble. Miss Wharton knows that I am quite well,
and I do assure you that I never felt better or happier in my life. There was a peculiar emphasis on the
latter part of this speech, that, however it might gratify the feelings of Sarah, brought the
colour to her cheeks again, and Sid Greaves, as his eyes followed the direction of those of his
patient, did not fail to observe it. Your arm, if you please, madam, said the surgeon, advancing
with a bow.
Anxiety and watching have done their work on your delicate frame, and there are symptoms about
you that must not be neglected.
"'Excuse me, sir,' said Sarah, recovering herself with womanly pride,
"'the heat is oppressive, and I will retire and acquaint Miss Peyton with your presence.
There was but little difficulty in practising on the abstracted simplicity of the surgeon,
but it was necessary for Sarah to raise her eyes to return the salutation of Lawton,
as he bowed his head, nearly to a level with the hand that held open the door for,
for her passage. One look was sufficient. She was able to control her steps sufficiently to retire
with dignity. But no sooner was she relieved from the presence of all observers, then she fell into a
chair and abandoned herself to a feeling of mingled shame and pleasure. A little nettled at the
contumacious deportment of the British colonel, Sidgreaves, after once more tendering
services that were again rejected, withdrew to the Chamber of Young Singleton,
with the Lawton had already preceded him.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 21
O Henry, when thou dearest to sue,
Can I thy suit withstand?
When thou loved youth hast won my heart,
Can I refuse my hand?
Hermit of Walkwart
The graduate of Edinburgh
Found his patient,
rapidly improving in health,
and entirely free from fever.
His sister, with a cheek that was, if possible, paler than on her arrival,
watched around his couch with tender care,
and the ladies of the cottage had not, in the midst of their sorrows and varied emotions,
forgotten to discharge the duties of hospitality.
Francis felt herself impelled towards the disconsolate guest,
with an interest for which she could not account,
and with the force that she could not control.
She had unconsciously connected the fates of Dunwoody and Isabella in her imagination,
and she felt, with a romantic ardour of a generous mind,
that she was serving her former lover most by exhibiting kindness to her he loved best.
Isabella received her attentions with gratitude,
but neither of them indulged in any allusions to the latent source of their uneasiness.
The observation of Miss Peyton seldom penetrated beyond things that were visible,
and to her the situation of Henry Wharton seemed to furnish an awful excuse
for the fading cheeks and tearful eyes of her niece.
If Sarah manifested less of care than her sister,
still the unpracticed aunt was not at a loss to comprehend.
the reason. Love is a holy feeling with the virtues of the female sex, and it hallows all that
come within its influence. Although Miss Peyton mourned with sincerity over the danger which
threatened her nephew, she well knew that an active campaign was not favorable to love, and the
moments that were thus accidentally granted were not to be thrown away. Several days now passed,
without any interruption of the usual avocations of the inhabitants of the cottage, or the party at the four corners.
The former were supporting their fortitude with the certainty of Henry's innocence, and a strong reliance on Dunwoody's exertions on his behalf,
and the latter, waiting with impatience the intelligence that was hourly expected, of a conflict, and their orders to depart.
Captain Lawton, however, waited for both these events in vain.
Letters from the Major announced that the enemy,
finding that the party which was to cooperate with them had been defeated and was withdrawn,
had retired also behind the works of Fort Washington,
where they continued inactive,
threatening constantly to strike a blow in revenge for their disgrace.
The trooper was enjoined in vigilance,
and the letter concluded with a compliment to his honour, zeal, and undoubted bravery.
Extremely flattering, Major Dunwoody, muttered the dragoon, as he threw down this epistle,
and stalked across the floor to quiet his impatience.
A proper guard have you selected for this service?
Let me see.
I have to watch over the interests of a crazy, irresolute old man,
who does not know whether he belongs to us or to the enemy.
four women, three of whom are well enough in themselves, but who are not immensely flattered by my society,
and the force, who, good as she is, is on the wrong side of forty, some two or three blacks,
a talkative housekeeper that does nothing but shatter about gold and despisables, and signs and omens,
and poor George Singleton.
Well, a comrade in suffering has a claim.
on a man. So I'll make the best of it. As he concluded this soliloquy, the trooper took a seat and
began to whistle, to convince himself how little he cared about the matter, when, by throwing his
booted leg carelessly around, he upset the canteen that held his whole stock of brandy.
The accident was soon repaired, but in replacing the wooden vessel, he observed a billet
lying on the bench, on which the liquor had been placed.
It was soon opened, and he read,
The moon will not rise till after midnight,
a fit time for deeds of darkness.
There was no mistaking the hand.
It was clearly the same that had given him the timely warning against assassination,
and the trooper continued for a long time,
musing on the nature of these two notices,
and the motives that could induce the peddler to favour an implacable enemy,
in the manner that he had latterly done.
That he was a spy of the enemy, Lawton knew,
for the fact of his conveying intelligence to the English commander-in-chief,
of a party of Americans that were exposed to the enemy,
was proved most clearly against him on the trial for his life.
The consequences of his treason had been avoided,
it is true, by a lucky order from Washington,
which withdrew the regiment,
a short time before the British appeared to cut it off.
But still the crime was the same.
Perhaps, thought the partisan,
he wishes to make a friend of me
against the event of another capture,
but, at all events,
he spared my life on one occasion
and saved it on another.
I will endeavour to be as generous as himself,
and pray that my duty may never interfere with my feelings.
Whether the danger,
intimated in the present note, threatened the cottage or his own party. The captain was uncertain,
but he inclined to the latter opinion, and determined to beware how he rode abroad in the dark.
To a man in a peaceable country, and in times of quiet and order, the indifference with which the
partisan regarded the impending danger would be inconceivable. His reflections on the subject were more
directed towards devising means to entrap his enemies than to escape their machinations.
But the arrival of the surgeon, who had been to pay his daily visit to the locusts, interrupted his
meditations. Sitgreaves brought an invitation from the mistress of the mansion to Captain Lawton,
desiring that the cottage might be honoured with his presence at an early hour on that evening.
"'Ha!' cried the trooper.
"'Then they have received a letter also.'
"'I think nothing more probable,' said the surgeon.
"'There is a chaplain at the cottage from the Royal Army,
"'who has come out to exchange the British wounded,
"'and who has an order from Colonel Singleton for their delivery.
"'But a more mad project than to remove them now was never adopted.
"'A priest, say you, is he a hard job?
drinker, a real camp-idler, a fellow to breed of famine in the regiment?
Or does he seem a man who is earnest in his trade?
A very respectable and orderly gentleman, and not unreasonably given to intemperance,
judging from the outward symptoms, returned the surgeon,
and a man who really says grace in a very regular and appropriate manner.
And does he stay the night?
certainly he waits for his cartel but hasten john we have but little time to waste i will just step up and bleed two or three of the englishmen who are to move in the morning in order to anticipate inflammation and be with you immediately the gala suit of captain lawton was easily adjusted to his huge frame and his companion being ready they once more took their route towards the cottage
roanoke had been as much benefited by a day's rest as his master and lawton ardently wished as he curbed his gallant steed on passing the well-remembered rocks that his treacherous enemy stood before him mounted and armed as himself
But no enemy, nor any disturbance whatever, interfered with their progress.
And they reached the locusts, just as the sun was throwing his setting rays on the valley,
and tinging the tops of the leafless trees with gold.
It never required more than a single look to acquaint the trooper
with the particulars of every scene that was not uncommonly veiled,
and the first survey that he took on entering the house
told him more than the observations of a day had put into the possession of Dr. Sidgreaves.
Miss Peyton accosted him with a smiling welcome
that exceeded the bounds of ordinary courtesy,
and which evidently flowed more from feelings that were connected with the heart than from manner.
Francis glided about, tearful, and agitated,
while Mr. Wharton stood ready to receive them,
checked in a suit of velvet that would have been conspicuous in the gayest drawing-room.
colonel wellmere was in the uniform of an officer of the household troops of his prince and isabella singleton sat in the parlour clad in the habiliments of joy but with a countenance that belied her appearance
while her brother by her side looked with a cheek of flitting colour and an eye of intense interest like anything but an invalid as it was the third day that he had left his room dr
sit-greaves, who began to stare about him in stupid wonder, forgot to reprove his patient for
imprudence.
Into this scene, Captain Lawton moved with all the composure and gravity of a man whose nerves
were not easily discomposed by novelties.
His compliments were received as graciously as they were offered, and after exchanging
a few words with the different individuals present, he approached the surgeon, who had withdrawn
in a kind of confused astonishment, to rally his senses.
"'John,' whispered the surgeon with awakened curiosity,
"'what means this festival?'
"'That your wig and my black head would look the better
"'for a little of Betty Flanagan's flower,
"'but it is too late now,
"'and we must fight the battle armed as you see.
"'Observe, here comes the army chaplain in his full robes,
as a doctor divinitatis.
What can it mean?
An exchange, said the trooper,
the wounded of Cupid are to meet and settle their accounts with the God
in the way of plighting faith to suffer from his artery no more.
The surgeon laid a finger on the side of his nose,
and he began to comprehend the case.
Is it not a crying shame that a sunshine hero and an enemy
should thus be suffered to steal away one of the fairest plants that grow in our soil,
muttered Lawton, a flower fit to be placed in the bosom of any man.
If he be not more accommodating as a husband than as a patient, John,
I fear me that the lady will lead a troubled life.
Let her, said the trooper indignantly,
she has chosen from her country's enemies,
and may she meet with a foreigner's version.
in her choice.
Further conversation was interrupted by Miss Peyton, who, advancing,
acquainted them that they had been invited to grace the nuptials of her eldest niece
and Colonel Wellmere.
The gentleman bowed, and the good aunt, with an inherent love of propriety, went on to
add that the acquaintance was of an old date, and the attachment by no means a sudden thing.
to this Lawton merely bowed still more ceremoniously,
but the surgeon, who loved to hold converse with the Virgin,
replied,
that the human mind was differently constituted in different individuals.
In some impressions are vivid and transitory,
in others more deep and lasting.
Indeed, there are some philosophers who pretend to trace a connection
between the physical and mental powers of the animal,
but for my part, madam, I believe that the one is much influenced by habit and association,
and the other subject altogether to the peculiar laws of matter.
Miss Peyton, in her turn, bowed her silent assent to his remark,
and retired with dignity, to usher the intended bride into the presence of the company.
The hour had arrived when American custom had decreed that the vows that the vowsy,
of wetlock must be exchanged, and Sarah, blushing with a variety of emotions, followed her aunt to the drawing-room.
Wellmia sprang to receive the hand that, with an averted face, she extended towards him,
and, for the first time, the English colonel appeared fully conscious of the important part that he was to act in the approaching ceremony.
hitherto his air had been abstracted and his manner uneasy, but everything, excepting the certainty
of his bliss, seemed to vanish at the blaze of loveliness that now burst on his sight.
All arose from their seats, and the reverend gentleman had already opened the sacred volume
when the absence of Francis was noticed.
Miss Peyton withdrew in search of her youngest niece, whom she found in her own
apartment and in tears.
Come, my love, the ceremony waits but for us, said the aunt, affectionately entwining her arm
in that of her niece.
Endeavour to compose yourself, that proper honour may be done to the choice of your sister.
Is he—can he be worthy of her?
Can he be otherwise?
Returned Miss Peyton.
Is he not a gentleman?
A gallant soldier.
though an unfortunate one and certainly my love one who appears every way qualified to make any woman happy francis had given vent to her feelings and with an effort she collected sufficient resolution to venture to join the party below
but to relieve the embarrassment of this delay the clergyman had put sundry questions to the bridegroom one of which was by no means answered to his satisfaction
wellmere was compelled to acknowledge that he was unprovided with a ring and to perform the marriage ceremony without one the divine pronounced to be canonically impossible
his appeal to mr wharton for the propriety of his decision was answered affirmatively as it would have been negatively had the question been put in a manner to lead to such a result the owner of the locusts had lost the little energy he possessed
by the blow recently received through his son and his assent to the objection of the clergyman was as easily obtained as had been his consent to the premature proposals of wellmere
in this stage of the dilemma miss peyton and francis appeared the surgeon of dragoons approached the former and as he handed her to a chair observed it appears madam that untoward circumstances have prevented colonel wellmere
from providing all of the decorations that custom antiquity and the canons of the church have prescribed as indispensable to enter into the honourable state of wedlock
miss patum glanced her quiet eye at the uneasy bridegroom and perceiving him to be adorned with what she thought sufficient splendour allowing for the time and the suddenness of the occasion she turned to look on the speaker as if to demand an explanation
The surgeon understood her wishes, and proceeded at once to gratify them.
There is, he observed, an opinion prevalent, that the heart lies on the left side of the body,
and that the connection between the members of that side and what may be called the seat of life,
is more intimate than that which exists with their opposites.
But this is an error which grows out of ignorance of the organic arrangement of the human frame.
In obedience to this opinion, the fourth finger on the left hand is thought to contain a virtue that belongs to no other branch of that digitated member, and it is ordinarily encircled, during the solemnization of wedlock, with a sincture or ring, as if to chain that affection to the marriage state, which is best secured by the graces of the female character.
while speaking the operator laid his hand excessively on his heart,
and he bowed nearly to the floor when he had concluded.
I know not, sir, that I rightly understand your meaning, said Miss Peyton,
whose want of comprehension was sufficiently excusable.
A ring, madam, a ring is wanting for the ceremony.
The instant that the surgeon spoke explicitly,
the awkwardness of the situation was understood.
She glanced her eyes at her nieces,
and in the younger she read a secret exaltation
that somewhat displeased her,
but the countenance of Sarah was suffused with a shame
that the considerate aunt well understood.
Not for the world would she violate
any of the observances of female etiquette.
It suggested itself to all the females at the same moment
that the wedding ring of the late mother and sister
was reposing peacefully among the rest of her jewellery in a secret receptacle
that had been provided at an early day
to secure the valuables against the predatory inroads of the marauders
who roamed through the county.
Into this hidden vault, the plate, and whatever was most prized,
made a nightly retreat,
and there the ring in question had long lane,
forgotten until at this moment.
But it was the business of the bridegroom from time immemorial
to furnish this indispensable to wedlock,
and on no account would Miss Paton do anything
that transcended the usual reserve of the sex
on this solemn occasion,
certainly not until sufficient expiation for the offence had been made
by a due portion of trouble and disquiet.
This material fact, therefore, was not disclosed by either, the aunt consulting female propriety, the bride yielding to shame, and Francis rejoicing that an embarrassment, proceeding from almost any cause, should delay her sister's vow.
It was reserved for Dr. Sigreys to interrupt the awkward silence.
"'If, madam, a plain ring
"'that once belonged to a sister of my own,' he paused and hemmed,
"'if, madam, a ring of that description might be admitted to this honour,
"'I have one that could be easily produced from my quarters at the corners,
"'and I doubt not that it would fit the finger for which it is desired.
"'There was a strong resemblance between—
"'between my late sister and Miss Wharton in statue,
and anatomical figure, and in all eligible subjects, the proportions are apt to be observed
throughout the whole animal economy.
The glance of Miss Peyton's eye recalled Colonel Wellmere to a sense of his duty, and springing
from his chair, he assured the surgeon that in no way could he confer a greater obligation
on himself than by sending for that very ring.
The operator bowed a little haughtily, and withdrew to fulfil his surgeon.
his promise by dispatching a messenger on the errand.
The aunt suffered him to retire, but unwillingness to admit a stranger into the privacy of their
domestic arrangements, induced her to follow, and tender the services of Caesar, instead of
those of Sidgreave's man, who had volunteered for this duty.
Katie Haynes was accordingly directed to summon the black to the vacant parlour, and thither
Miss Payton and the surgeon repaired
to give their several instructions.
To consent to this sudden
union of Sarah and Wellmere,
and especially at a time
when the life of a member of the family
was in such imminent jeopardy,
was given from a conviction
that the unsettled state
of the country would probably
prevent another opportunity to the lovers of meeting
and a secret dread on the part of Mr. Wharton
that the death of his son might, by hastening his own, leave his remaining children without a protector.
But notwithstanding Miss Peyton had complied with her brother's wish to profit by the accidental visit of a divine,
she had not thought it necessary to blazon the intended nuptials of her niece to the neighbourhood.
Had even time been allowed, she thought, therefore, that she was now communicating a profound secret to the negate,
grow, and her housekeeper.
Caesar, she commenced with a smile.
You are now to learn that your young mistress, Miss Sarah,
is to be united to Colonel Wellmere this evening.
I think I see him before, said Caesar, chuckling.
Old black man can tell when a young lady make up your mind.
Really, Caesar, I find I have never given you credit
for half the observation that you deserve,
but as you already know on what emergency your services are required,
listen to the directions of these gentlemen, and observe them.
The black turned in quiet submission to the surgeon,
who commenced as follows.
Caesar, your mistress has already acquainted you
with the important event about to be solemnized within this habitation,
but a signature or ring is wanting to encircle the finger of the bride,
a custom derived from the ancients,
and which has been continued in the marriage forms
of several branches of the Christian church,
and which is even by a species of typical wedlock
used in the installation of prelates,
as you doubtless understand.
Perhaps Massaddoctor will say him over again,
interrupted the old negro,
whose memory began to fail him,
just as the other made so confident an allusion
to his powers of comprehension.
I think I get him by heart this time.
It is impossible to gather honey from a rock, Caesar,
and therefore I will abridge the little I have to say.
Ride to the four corners, and present this note to Sergeant Hollister,
or to Mrs. Elizabeth Flanagan,
either of whom will furnish the necessary pledge of connubial affection
and return forthwith.
The letter which the surgeon put into the hands,
of the messenger, as he ceased, was conceived of the following terms.
If the fever has left kinder, give him nourishment.
Take three ounces more of blood from Watson.
Have a search made that the woman Flanagan has left none of her jugs of alcohol in the hospital.
Renew the dressings of Johnson, and dismiss Smith to duty.
Send the ring which is pendant from the chain
of the watch that are left with you to time the doses by the bearer.
Archibald Sidgreaves, M.D., Surgeon of Dragoons.
Caesar, said Katie, when she was alone with the black,
put the ring when you get it in your left pocket, for that is nearest your heart,
and by no means endeavoured to try it on your finger, for it is unlucky.
Try him on your finger?
"'interrupted the negro, stretching forth his bony knuckles.
"'Tink'am is Sally's ring go on old Caesar's finger?'
"'Tis not consequential whether it goes or not,' said the housekeeper,
"'but it is an evil omen to place a marriage ring on the finger of another after wedlock,
"'and of course it may be dangerous before.'
"'I tell you, Katie, I never think to put him on a finger.'
go then caesar and do not forget the left pocket be careful to take off your hat as you pass the graveyard and be expeditious for nothing i am certain can be more trying to the patience than thus to be waiting for the ceremony
when a body has fully made up her mind to marry with this injunction caesar quitted the house and he was soon firmly fixed in the saddle from his youth the black like all of his youth the black like all of his
his race had been a hard rider, but bending under the weight of sixty winters his African blood
had lost some of its native heat. The night was dark, and the wind whistles for the veil,
with the dreariness of November. When Caesar reached the graveyard, he uncovered his
grizzled head with superstitious awe, and threw around him many a fearful glance,
in momentary expectation of seeing something superhuman.
There was sufficient light to discern a being of earthly mould stealing from among the graves,
apparently was a design to enter the highway.
It is in vain that philosophy and reason contend with early impressions,
and Caesar was even without the support of either of these frail allies.
He was, however, well mounted on a coat of the,
horse of Mr. Wharton's, and clinging to the back of the animal, with indistinctive skill,
he abandoned the rain to the beast.
Hillocks, woods, rocks, fences and houses flew by him with a rapidity of lightning,
and the black had just begun to think whither and on what business he was riding in this
headlong manner when he reached the place where the roads met, and the Hotel Flanagan
stood before him in its dilapidated simplicity.
The sight of a cheerful fire first told the negro
that he had reached the habitation of man,
and with it came all his dread of the bloody Virginians.
His duty must, however, be done,
and, dismounting he fastened the foaming animal to a fence,
and approached the window with cautious steps to reconnoiter.
Before a blazing fire, sat so,
Sergeant Hollister and Betty Flanagan, enjoying themselves over a liberal portation.
"'I tell ye, Sergeant dear,' said Betty, removing her mug from her mouth.
"'Tis not reasonable to think that it was more than the piddler himself.
Surely now there was the smell of sulphur, and the wings and the tail and the cloven foot?'
"'Besides, Sergeant, it's no dacent to tell a lone female that she had Beelzebub for a bedfellow.'
"'It matters but little, Mrs. Flanagan,
"'provided you escape his talons and fangs hereafter,'
"'returned the veteran, following the remark by a heavy draught.
"'Cesar heard enough to convince him that little danger from this pair was to be apprehended.
"'His teeth already began to chatter,
"'and the cold was out and the comfort within
"'stimulated him greatly to enter.
"'He made his approaches with proper caution,
and knocked with extreme humility.
The appearance of Hollister with a drawn sword,
roughly demanding who was without,
contributed in no degree to the restoration of his faculties,
but fear itself lent him power to explain his errand.
Advance, said the sergeant,
throwing a look of close scrutiny on the black
as he brought him to the light.
Advance, and deliver your dispatches.
Have you the countersign?
I don't think he know would that be,
said the black, shaking in his shoes.
There a masad that sent me, give me many things to carry,
that he little understand.
Who ordered you on this duty, did you say?
Well, it was he doctor himself,
so he come up on a gallop,
as he always do on a doctor's errand.
To us Dr. Sit grieves,
he never knows the counter sign himself.
now blackie had it been captain lawton he would not have sent you here close to a sentinel without a counter sign for you might get a pistol bullet through your head and that would be cruel to you for although you be black i am none of them who thinks niggers have no souls
sure a nigger has as much soul as a white said betty come hither old man and warm that shivering carcass of years by the blaze of this fire i'm sure a guinea nager has as much soul as a white said betty come hither old man and warm that shivering carcass of years by the blaze of this fire i'm sure a guinea nigger
loves hate as much as a soldier loves his drop.
Caesar obeyed in silence,
and a mulatto boy who was sleeping on a bench in the room
was bidden to convey the note of the surgeon
to the building where the wounded were quartered.
Here, said the washerwoman,
tendering to Caesar a taste of the article that most delighted herself,
try a drop, smoothie,
to have warm the black soul within your crazy body,
and be giving you spirits,
as you are going homeward.
I tell you, Elizabeth, said the sergeant,
that the souls of niggers are the same as our own.
How often have I heard the good Mr. Whitefield say
that there was no distinction of colour in heaven?
Therefore it is reasonable to believe
that the soul of this here black is as white as my own,
or even Major Dunwoody's.
Be sure he be, cried Caesar, a little tartly,
whose courage had revived by tasting the drop of mrs flanagan it's a good soul that the major is anyway returned the washerwoman and a kind soul i and a brave soul too
and you'll say all that yourself sergeant i'm thinking for the matter of that returned the veteran there is one above even washington to judge of souls for this i will say that major dunwoody is a gentleman who never says go boys
but always says,
Come, boys!
And if a poor fellow is in want of a spur or a martingale,
and the leather whack is gone,
there is never wanting the real silver to make up the loss,
and that from his own pocket too.
Why then are you here idle,
when all that he holds most dear are in danger?
cried a voice with startling abruptless.
Mount, mount!
And follow you, captain.
Armant mount!
and that instantly, or you will be too late?
This unexpected interruption produced an instantaneous confusion amongst the tiblus.
Caesar fled instinctively into the fireplace,
where he maintained his position in defiance of a heat
that would have roasted a white man.
Sergeant Hollister turned promptly on his heel,
and seizing big saber.
The steel was glittering by the firelight,
in the twinkling of an eye,
but perceiving the intruder to be the pedlar who stood near the open door that led to the lean-to in the rear,
he began to fall back towards the position of the black, with a military intuition that taught him to concentrate his forces.
Betty alone stood her ground by the side of the temporary table.
Replenishing the mug with a large addition of the article known to the soldiery by the name of choke-dog,
she held it towards the peddler.
the eyes of the water-woman had for some time been swimming with love and liquor and turning them good-naturedly on birch she cried face but you welcome mr pidler or mr birch or mr beelzebub or what's your name
you're an honest devil anyway and i'm hoping that you found the pitticoats convenient come forward dear and fail the fire sergeant hollister won't be hurting you for the fear of an ill turn you may be doing him hereafter will yer sergeant dear
depart ungodly man cried the veteran edging still nearer to caesar but lifting his legs alternately as they scorched with the heat to part in peace
there is none here for thy service and you seek the woman in vain there is a tender mercy that will save her from thy talons the sergeant ceased to utter aloud but the motion of his lips continued and a few scattering words of prayer were alone audible
the brain of the water-woman was in such a state of confusion that she did not clearly comprehend the meaning of her suitor but a new idea struck her imagination and she broke forth
if it's me the man sakes where's the matter pray am i not a widowed body and my own property and you talk of tinderness sergeant but as little i see of it anyway
Who knows but Mr. Beelzebub here is free to speak his mind?
I'm sure it is willing to hear, I am.
Woman, said the peddler, be silent, and you, foolish man, mount,
and fly to the rescue of your officer,
if you are worthy of the cause in which you serve,
and would not disgrace the coat you wear.
The peddler vanished from the sight of the bewildered trio,
with a rapidity that left them uncertain whither he had thought.
fled. On hearing the voice of an old friend, Caesar emerged from his corner and fearlessly
advanced to the spot where Betty had resolutely maintained her ground, though in a state
of utter mental confusion. I wish Harvey stop, said the Black. If he ride down a road,
I should like he company. I don't think Johnny Birch hurt his own son.
Poor ignorant wretch! exclaimed the veteran.
covering his voice with a long-drawn breath.
Think you that figure was made of flesh and blood?
Harvey ain't fleshy, replied the black,
but ye very clever man.
Pugh, Sergeant, dear, exclaimed the washerwoman,
talk raisin for once,
and mind what the knowing one tells ye.
Call out the boys and ride a bit after Captain Jack.
Remember, darling, that he told you.
the day, to be in readiness to mount at a moment's warning.
I, but not at a summons from the foul fiend.
Let Captain Lawton, or Lieutenant Mason, or cornered skipwith, say the word,
and who is quicker in the saddle than I?
Well, Sergeant, how often is it that you've boasted to myself that the Corps wasn't a bit of feared to face the devil?
No more are we in battle array and by daylight, but it's full.
foolhardy and irreverent to tempt Satan, and on such a night as this.
Listen how the wind whistles through the trees, and hark!
There is the howling of evil spirits abroad.
I see him, said Caesar, opening his eyes to a wits that might have embraced more than an ideal form.
Where? interrupted the sergeant, instinctively laying his hand on the hilt of his saber.
"'No, no,' said the Black.
"'I see a Johnny Birch come out of the grave,
"'Johnny Walker for he buried.'
"'And then he must have led an evil life indeed,' said Hollister.
"'The blessed in spirit lie quiet until the general muster,
"'but wickedness disturbs the soul in this life
"'as well as in that which is to come.'
"'And what is to come of Captain Jack?'
"'cried Betty angrily.
"'Is it ye orders that ye won't mind, nor a warning given?
"'I'll just get my cart, and ride down and tell him
"'that you're a feared of a dead man and Beelzebub,
"'and it isn't succour he might be expecting from ye.
"'I wonder who'll be the orderly of the troops of Morrow, then?
"'His name won't be Hollister anyway.'
"'Nay, Betty, nay,' said the sergeant,
"'laying his hand familiarly on her shoulder.
if there must be riding to-night let it be by him whose duty it is to call out the man and set an example the lord have mercy and send us enemies of flesh and blood
another glass confirmed the veteran in a resolution that was only excited by a dread of his captain's displeasure and he proceeded to summon the dozen men who had been left under his command
the boy arriving with a ring caesar placed it carefully in the pocket of his waistcoat next to his heart and mounting shut his eyes seized his charger by the main and continued in a state of comparative insensibility
until the animal stopped at the door of the warm stable whence he had started the movements of the dragoons being timed to the order of a march were much slower for they were made with a watchfulness that was intent
ended to guard against the prize from the evil one himself.
End of Chapter 21.
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by james fenimore cooper chapter twenty two be not your tongue thy own shames orator
look sweet speak fair become disloyalty a peril vice like virtues harbinger comedy of errors the situation of the party in mr wharton's dwelling was sufficiently awkward during the hour of caesar's absence for such was such was,
the astonishing rapidity displayed by his courser, that the four miles of road was gone over,
and the events we have recorded had occurred somewhat within that period of time.
Of course, the gentlemen strove to make the irksome moments fly as swiftly as possible,
but premeditated happiness is certainly of the least joyous kind.
The bride and bridegroom are immemorially privileged to be dull,
and but few of their friends seemed disposed on the present occasion to dishonour their example the english colonel exhibited a proper portion of uneasiness at this unexpected interruption of his felicity
and he sat with a varying countenance by the side of sarah who seemed to be profiting by the delay to gather fortitude of the solemn ceremony in the midst of this embarrassing silence dr sitgreaves addressed himself
to Miss Peyton, by whose side he had contrived to procure a chair.
Marriage, madam, is pronounced to be honourable in the sight of God and man, and it may be said
to be reduced, in the present age, to the laws of nature and reason.
The ancients, in sanctioning polygamy, lost sight of the provisions of nature, and condemned
thousands to misery.
But with the increase of science have grown.
the wise ordinances of society, which ordained that man should be the husband of but one woman.
Well mere glanced a fierce expression of disgust at the surgeon that indicated his sense of the tediousness
of the other's remarks.
While Miss Peyton, with a slight hesitation, as if fearful of touching on forbidden subjects,
replied,
I had thought, sir, that we were indebted to the Christian religion for our morals.
on this subject.
True, madam, it is somewhat provided in the prescriptions of the apostles that the sexes
should henceforth be on an equality in this particular, but in what degree could polygamy
affect holiness of life?
It was probably a wise arrangement of Paul, who was much of a scholar, and probably had
frequent conferences on this important subject with Luke, whom we all know to have been bred to
the practice of medicine. There is no telling how far the discursive fancy of Sidgreaves
might have led him on this subject, had he not been interrupted. But Lawton, who had been a close,
though silent observer, of all that passed, profited by the hint to ask abruptly,
pray, Colonel Wellmere, in what manner is bigamy punished in England? The bridegroom started,
and his lip launched.
Recovering himself, however, in an instant,
he answered with the suavity that became so happy a man.
Death, as such an offence merits, he said.
Death and dissection, continued the operator.
It is seldom that law loses sight of eventual utility in a malefactor.
Bigamy in a man is a heinous offense.
more so than celibacy asked lawton more so returned the surgeon with understood simplicity one who remains in the single state may devote his life to science and the extension of knowledge if not of his species
but the retro profits by the constitutional tendency of the female sex to credulity and tenderness incurs the wickedness of a positive sin heightened by the baseness of deception
really sir the ladies are infinitely obliged to you for attributing folly to them as part of their nature captain lawton in man the animal is more nobly formed than in woman
the nerves are endowed with less sensibility the whole frame is less pliable and yielding is it therefore surprising that a tendency to rely on the faith of her partner is more natural to woman than to the other sex
well mere as if unable to listen with any degree of patience to so ill-timed dialogue sprang from his seat and paced the floor in disorder
pitying his situation the reverend gentleman who was patiently awaiting the return of caesar changed the discourse and a few minutes brought the black himself
the billet was handed to dr sidgreaves for miss peyton had expressly enjoined caesar not to implicate her in any manner in the errand on which he was despatched the note contained a summary statement of the several subjects of the surgeons
directions, and referred him to the black for the ring.
The latter was instantly demanded, and promptly delivered.
A transient look of melancholy clouded the brow of the surgeon, as he stood a moment,
and gazed silently on the bauble.
Nor did he remember the place or the occasion, while he mournfully soliloquized as follows.
Poor Anna!
Gay his innocence and youth could make thee.
was thy heart, when this sincture was formed to grace thy nuptials. But ere the hour had come,
God had taken thee to himself. Years have passed my sister, but never have I forgotten the companion
of my infancy. He advanced to Sarah, and unconscious of observation, placing the ring on her finger,
continued, she for whom it was intended has long been in her grave, and the youth who bestowed the gift,
soon followed her sainted spirit. Take it, madam, and God grant that it may be an instrument in making you as happy as you deserve.
Sarah felt a chill at her heart, as this burst of feeling escaped the surgeon, but Wilmere offering his hand, she was led before the divine, and the ceremony began.
The first words of this imposing office produced a dead stillness in the apartment, and the ministerial
of God proceeded to the Solem exultation, and witnessed the plighted troth of the parties,
when the investiture was to follow. The ring had been left from inadvertency, and the agitation
of the moment, on the finger where Sidgreaves had placed it. The slight interruption occasioned
by the circumstance was over, and the clergyman was about to proceed, when a figure gliding into the
midst of the party, at once put a stop to the ceremony.
It was the peddler.
His look was bitter and ironical,
while a finger, raised towards the divine,
seemed to forbid the ceremony to go any further.
Can Colonel Wellmeer waste the precious moments here,
when his wife has crossed the oceans to meet him?
The nights are long and the moon bright.
A few hours will take him to the city.
a gust at the suddenness of this extraordinary address wellmeier for a moment lost the command of his faculties to sarah the countenance of birch expressive as it was produced no terror
But the instant she recovered from the surprise of his interruption, she turned her anxious gaze on the features of the man to whom she had just pledged her tross.
They afforded the most terrible confirmation of all that the peddler affirmed.
The room whirled round, and she fell lifeless into the arms of her aunt.
There is an instinctive delicacy in woman that seems to conquer all other emotions,
and the insensible bride was immediately conveyed from sight,
leaving the room to the sole possession of the other sex.
The confusion enabled the pedlar to retreat with the rapidity
that would have baffled pursuit had any been attempted,
and Wellmere stood with every eye fixed on him in ominous silence.
"'Tis false! Tis false as hell!' he cried, striking his forehead.
"'I have ever denied her claim,
nor will the laws of my country compel me to acknowledge it.
But what will conscience and the laws of God do? asked Lawton.
"'Tis well, sir,' said Wellmere haughtily,
and retreating towards the door,
my situation protects you now, but a time may come.'
He had reached the entry,
when a slight tap on his shoulder caused him to turn his head.
It was Captain Lawton, who, with a smile of peculiar meaning,
beckoned him to follow.
The state of Welmy's mind was such that he would gladly have gone anywhere
to avoid the gaze of horror and detestation,
that glared from every eye he met.
They reached the stables before the trooper spoke,
when he cried aloud,
Bring out Roanoke!
His man appeared with a steed caparison for his master.
Lawton, coolly throwing the bridle on the neck of the animal, took his pistols from the holsters, and continued,
Here are weapons that have seen good service before to-day, I and an honourable hands, sir.
These were the pistols of my father, Colonel Wilmere.
He used them with credit in the wars with France, and gave them to me to fight the battles of my country with.
in what better way can I serve her than in exterminating a wretch who would have blasted one of her fairest daughters.
This injurious treatment shall meet with its reward, cried the other, seizing the offered weapon.
The blood lie on the head of him who sought it.
Amen, but hold a moment, sir. You are now free, and the passports of Washington are in your pocket.
I give you the fire. If I fall,
There is a steed that will outstrip pursuit, and I would advise you to retreat without much delay,
for even archival sit-greaves would fight in such a course.
Nor will the guard above be very apt to give quarter.
Are you ready? asked Wellmere, gnashing his teeth with rage.
Stand forward, Tom, with the lights. Fire!
Wellmere fired, and the bullion flew from the epaulay of the air.
the trooper. Now the turn is mine, said Lawton, deliberately levelling his pistol.
And mine, shouted a voice, as the weapon was struck from his hand.
By all the devils in hell, tis the mad Virginian!
Fall on, my boys, and take him! This is a prize not hoped for.
Unarmed and surprised as he was, Lawton's presence of mine did not desert him.
He felt that he was in the hands of those from whom he was to expect no mercy,
and as four of the skinners fell upon him at once,
he used his gigantic strength to the utmost.
Three of the band grasped him by the neck and arms
with an intent to clog his efforts and pinion him with ropes.
The first of these he threw from him,
with a violence that sent him against the building,
where he lay stunned with a blow.
but the fourth seized his legs, and unable to contend with such odds, the trooper came to the earth,
bringing with him all of his assailants.
The struggle on the ground was short but terrific. Curses and the most dreadful imprecations
were uttered by the skinners, who in vain called on more of their band, who were gazing
on the combat in nerveless horror, to assist.
The difficulty of breathing from one of the combatants was heard, accompanied by the stifled moanings of a strangled man, and directly one of the group arose on his feet, shaking himself free from the wild grasp of the others.
Both Wellmere and the servant of Lawton had fled, the former to the stables, and the latter to give alarm, leaving all in darkness.
The figure that stood erect sprang into the disdain.
saddle of the unheeded charger. Sparks of fire, issuing from the armed feet of the horse,
gave a momentary light, by which the captain was seen dashing like the wind towards the highway.
"'By hell he's off!' cried the leader, horse with rage and exhaustion.
"'Fire! Bring him down! Fire! Or you'll be too late!'
The order was obeyed, and one moment of suspense followed,
in the vain hope of hearing the huge frame of Lord's
Lawton, tumbling from his steed.
He would not fall if you had killed him, muttered one.
I have known these Virginians sit their horses with two or three balls through them,
aye, even after they were dead.
A freshening of the wind wafted the trade of a horse down the valley,
which, by its speed, gave assurance of a rider governing its motion.
These trained horses always stops when the rider falls,
observed one of the gang.
Then, cried the leader, striking his musket on the ground in a rage,
The fellow is safe, to your business at once.
A short half-hour will bring down that canting sergeant and the guard upon us.
It will be lucky if the guns don't turn them out.
Quick to your posts, and fire the house in the chambers.
Smoking ruins are good to cover evil deeds.
What is to be done with this lump of earth?
cried another, pushing the body that lay yet insensible, where it had been hurled by the arm of Lawton.
A little rubbing would bring him too.
Let him lie, said the leader fiercely.
Had he been half a man, that dragooning rascal would have been in my power?
Enter the house, I say, and fire the chambers.
We can't go amiss here.
There is plaitant money enough to make you all gentlemen, and revenge, too.
The idea of silver in any way was not to be resisted,
and leaving their companion,
who began to show faint signs of life,
they rushed tumultuously towards the dwelling.
Wellmere availed himself of the opportunity,
and stealing from the stable with his own charger,
he was able to gain the highway unnoticed.
For an instant he hesitated whether to ride towards the point
where he knew the guard was stationed,
an endeavor to rescue the family, or profiting by his liberty and the exchange that had been
affected by the divine to seek the royal army. Shame and a consciousness of guilt determined
him to take the latter course, and he rode towards New York, stung with a reflection of his
own baseness, and harassed with an apprehension of meeting with an enraged woman that he had
married during his late visit to England, but whose claims, as soon as he was, as soon as,
as his passion was sated, he had resolved never willingly to admit.
In the tumult and agitation of the moment, the retreat of Lawton and Wellmere was but little
noticed, the condition of Mr. Wharton demanding the care and consolation of both the surgeon
and the divine. The report of the firearms at first roused the family to a sense of new danger,
and but a moment elapsed before the leader, and one more of the gang, entered.
the room.
Surrender,
your servants of King George,
shouted the leader,
presenting his musket
to the breast of Sitgreaves.
Or I will let a little
Tory blood from your veins.
Gently, gently,
my friend, said the surgeon,
you are doubtless more expert
in inflicting wounds than in
healing them. The weapon that
you hold so indiscreetly
is extremely dangerous to animal life.
yield or take its contents.
Why, and wherefore should I yield?
I am a non-combatant.
The articles of capitulation must be arranged with Captain John Lawton,
though yielding, I believe, is not a subject on which you will find him particularly complying.
The fellow had by this time taken such a survey of the group,
as convinced him that little danger was to be apprehended from resistance.
and eager to seize his share of the plunder, he dropped his musket, and was soon busy with the assistance of his men in arranging diverse articles of plates in bags.
The cottage now presented a singular spectacle. The ladies were gathered around Sarah, who yet continued insensible, in one of the rooms which had escaped the notice of the marauders.
Mr. Wharton sat in a state of perfect imbecility, listening to but not profiting by,
the meaning words of comfort that fell from the lips of the clergyman.
Singleton was lying on a sofa, shaking with debility,
and inattentive to surrounding objects,
while the surgeon was administering restoratives
and looking at the dressings with a coolness that mocked the tumult.
Caesar and the attendant of Captain Singleton
had retreated to the wood in the rear of the cottage,
and Katie Haynes was flying about the building,
busily employed in forming a bundle of valuables, from which, with the most scrupulous honesty,
she rejected every article that was not really and truly her own,
but to return to the party at the four corners.
When the veteran had got his men mounted and under arms,
a restless desire to participate in the glory and dangers of the expedition came over the washerwoman.
Whether she was impelled to the undertaking by a dread of remaining alone,
or a wish to hasten in person to the relief of her favourite.
We will not venture to assert,
but, as Hollister was giving the orders to wheel at march,
the voice of Betty was heard, exclaiming,
"'Stop a bit, Sergeant dear, till two of the boys get out the cart,
and I'll just ride with ye.
Tis like they'll be wounded,
and it will be mighty convenient to bring them home in.'
Although inwardly much pleased,
by the cause of delay to a service that he so little relished.
Hollister affected some displeasure at the detention.
Nothing but a cannon-ball can take one of my lads from his charger, he said,
and it's not very likely that we shall have as fair fighting as cannon and musketry
in a business of the evil ones inventing.
So, Elizabeth, you may go if you will, but the cart will not be wanting.
Now, Sergeant, dear, you lie, anyway.
said betty who was somewhat unduly governed by her petations and wasn't captain singleton shot off his horse but tin days gone by
i and captain jack himself too and didn't he lie on the ground face uppermost and back downwards looking grim and didn't the boys tink him dead and turn and lave the wrigglers the day you lie back again cried the sergeant fiercely and so does any one
who says we didn't gain the day for a bit or so only i main for a bit or so said the water-woman what major danwood you turned you and so you licked the wrigglers
but the captain it was that fell and i'm thinking that there's no better rider going so sergeant it's the cart will be convenient here two of you just hitch the mare to the tills and it's no whisky that you'll be wanting the morrow
and put the piece of jenny's hide under the pad the baste is never the better for the rough ways of the county westchester the consent of the sergeant being obtained the equipage of mrs flanagan was soon in readiness to receive its burden
as it is quite uncertain whether we shall be attacked in front or in rear said hollister five of you shall march in advance and the remainder shall cover our retreat towards the barrack should we be pressed
tis an awful moment to a man of little learning elizabeth to command in such a service for my part i wished devoutly that one of the officers were here but my trust is in the lord
pooh man away with ye said the washerwoman who had got herself comfortably seated the divil a bit of an enemy is there near march on hurry scurry and let the mare trot or is but little that captain jack will thank ye for the help
although unlearned in matters of communicating with spirits or laying the dead mrs flanagan said the veteran i have not served through the old war and five years in this not to know how to guard
the baggage. Doesn't Washington always cover the baggage? I am not to be told my duty by a camp
follower. Fall in as you are ordered and dress, men. Well, march anyway, cried the impatient
washerwoman. The black is there already, and it's tardy the captain will think ye.
Are you sure that it was really a black man that brought the order? said the sergeant,
dropping in between the platoons, where he could converse with Betty.
and be at hand to lead on an emergency, either on an advance or on a retreat.
Nay, and I'm sure of nothing, dear, but why don't the boys prick their horses and jogger-trot?
The mayor is mighty and aisy, and it's not warm in this Cursed Valley,
riding as much as like a funeral party as old rags is to Continental.
Footnote
The paper money issued by Congress was familiarly called Continental Money.
This term continental was applied to the army, the Congress, the ships of war, and, in short, to almost everything of interest which belonged to the new government.
It would seem to have been invented as the opposite to the insular position of the mother country.
End of footnote.
Fairly and softly, I, and prudently, Mrs. Flanagan, it's not rationalist that makes the good officer.
If we have to encounter a spirit, it's more than likely he'll make his attack by surprise.
Horses are not very powerful in the dark, and I have a character to lose, good woman.
Character!
And isn't it character and life, too, that Captain Jack has to lose?
Halt!
cried the sergeant.
What is that lurking near the foot of the rock, on the left?
Sure, it's nothing, unless it be the same.
the matter of Captain Jack's soul that come to Hornie, for not being brisker on the march.
Betty, your levity makes you an unfit comrade for such an expedition.
Advance, one of you, and reconnoitre that spot.
Draw swords. Rear rank, close to the front.
Prach! shouted Betty. Is it a big fool or a big coward that you are?
Just wheel from the road, boys.
and I'll shove the mare down upon it in the twinkling of an eye, and it's no ghost that I fear.
By this time one of the men had returned, and declared there was nothing to prevent their advancing,
and the party continued their march, but with great deliberation and caution.
Courage and prudence are the jewels of a soldier, Mrs. Flanagan, said the sergeant.
Without the one, the other may be said to be good for now,
nothing. Prudence without carriage. Is it that humane? And it's so that I'm thinking myself,
Sergeant, this baste pulls tight on the reins anyway. Be patient, good woman, hark!
What's that? said Hollister, pricking up his ears at the report of Wellmeer's pistol.
I'll swear that was a human pistol and run from our regiment. Rear rank, close to
to the front. Mrs. Flanagan, I must leave you. So saying, having recovered all his faculties
by hearing a sound that he understood, he placed himself at the head of his men with an air of military
pride that the darkness prevented the washerwoman from beholding. A volley of musketry now rattled
in the night wind, and the sergeant exclaimed, March! Quick time! The next instant, the
trampling of a horse was heard coming up the road, at a rate that announced a matter of life or death,
and Hollister again halted his party, riding a short distance in front himself, to meet the rider.
"'Stand! Who goes there?' shouted Hollister.
"'How, Hollister, is it you?' cried Lawton.
"'Ever ready in at your post, but where is the guard?'
"'At hand, sir, and ready to follow you through thick and thin.
said the veteran relieved at once from responsibility and as eager as a boy to be led against the enemy tis well said the trooper riding up to his men
then speaking a few words of encouragement he led them down the valley at a rate but little less rapid than his approach the miserable horse of this subtler was soon distanced and betty thus thrown out in the chase turned to the side of the road and observed
there it's no difficult to tell that captain jack is widom anyway and away they go like so many nager boys to a husking frolic well i'll just hitch the mare to this bit of a fence and walk down and see the sport afoot it's no reasonable to expose the base to be hurted
led on by lawton the men followed destitute alike of fear and reflection whether it was a party of the refugees or a detachment from the royal army that they were to assail they were profoundly ignorant
but they knew that the officer in advance was distinguished for courage and personal prowess and these are virtues that are sure to captivate the thoughtless soldiery
On arriving near the gates to the locusts, the trooper halted his party, and made his arrangements for the assault.
Dismounting, he ordered eight of his men to follow his example, and, turning to Hollister, said,
Stand you here, and guard the horses, if anything attempt to pass, stop it or cut it down, and—
The flames at this moment burst through the dormer windows and cedar roof of the cottage,
and a bright light glared on the darkness of the night.
On! shouted the trooper.
On!
Give quarter when you have done justice.
There was a startling fierceness in the voice of the trooper
that reached to the heart, even amid the horrors of the cottage.
The leader of the skinners dropped his plunder,
and for a moment he stood in nerveless dread.
Then rushing to a window, he threw up the sash.
At this instant Lawton entered, saber in hand, into the apartment.
Die, miscreant, cried the trooper, cleaving a marauder to the jaw.
But the leader sprang into the lawn and escaped his vengeance.
The shrieks of the females restored Lawton to his presence of mind,
and the earnest entreaty of the divine induced him to attend to the safety of the family.
One more of the gang fell in with the dragoons and men.
his death, but the remainder had taken the alarm in season.
Occupied with Sarah, neither Miss Singleton, or the ladies of the house, had discovered the
entrance of the Skinners, though the flames were raging around them with a fury that threatened
the building with a rapid destruction.
The shrieks of Katie and the terrified consort of Caesar, together with the noise and uproar in
the adjacent apartment, first roused Miss Patent.
and Isabella to a sense of their danger.
"'Merciful Providence!' exclaimed the alarmed,
"'there was a dreadful confusion in the house,
"'and there will be bloodshed in consequence of this affair.
"'There are none to fight,' returned Isabella,
"'with a face paler than that of the other.
"'Dr. Sitgreaves is very peaceable in his disposition,
"'and surely Captain Lawton would not forget himself so far.
"'The southern temper is quick,
and fiery, continued Miss Peyton, and your brother, feeble and weak as he is, has looked the whole
afternoon flushed and angry.
"'Good heaven!' cried Isabella, with difficulty supporting herself on the couch of Sarah.
"'He is gentle as the lamb by nature, though the line is not his equal when roused.
We must interfere.
Our presence will quell the tumult, and possibly save the life of a life of a
fellow creature. Miss Peyton, excited to attempt what she conceived a duty worthy of her sex and nature,
advanced with a dignity of injured female feeling to the door, followed by Isabella.
The apartment to which Sarah had been conveyed was in one of the wings of the building,
and it communicated with the principal hall of the cottage by a long and dark passage.
This was now light, and across its termination several figures were seen rushing with an impetuosity that prevented an examination of their employment.
Let us advance, said Miss Peyton, with a firmness her face belied.
They must respect our sex.
They shall, cried Isabella, taking the lead in the enterprise.
Francis was left alone with her sister.
A few minutes were passed in silence, when a loud crash in the upper apartments, was succeeded by a bright light that glared through the open door, and made objects as distinct to the eye as if they were placed under a noonday sun.
Sarah raised herself on her bed, and staring wildly around, pressed both her hands to her forehead, endeavouring to recollect herself.
This, then, is heaven, and you are one of its bright spirits.
Oh, how glorious its radiance!
I had thought the happiness I have lately experienced was too much for earth.
But we shall meet again, yes, yes, we shall meet again.
Sarah, Sarah! cried Francis in terror.
My sister, my only sister!
Oh, do not smile so horridly.
know me or you will break my heart hush said sarah raising her hand for silence you may disturb the rest surely he will follow me to the grave think you there can be two wives in the grave
no no no one one one one only one francis dropped her head into the lap of her sister and wept in agony
do you shed tears sweet angel continued sarah soothingly then heaven is not exempt from grief but where is henry he was executed and he must be here too perhaps they will come together
oh how joyful will be the meeting francis sprang on her feet and paced the apartment the eye of sarah followed her in childish admiration of her beauty
you look like my sister but all good and lovely spirits are alike tell me were you ever married did you ever let a stranger steal your affections from your father and brother and sister if not poor wretch i pity you although you may be in heaven sarah peace peace i implore you to be silent shrieked francis rushing to her bed or you will kill me at your
feet. Another dreadful crash shook the building to its centre. It was the falling of the roof,
and flames threw their light abroad, so as to make objects visible around the cottage,
through the windows of the room. Francis flew to one of them, and saw the confused group
that was collected on the lawn. Among them were her aunt and Isabella, pointing with a distraction
to the fiery edifice, and apparently urging the dragoons to enter it.
For the first time she comprehended their danger, and uttering a wild shriek,
she flew through the passage without consideration or object.
A dense and suffocating column of smoke opposed her progress.
She paused to breathe, when a man caught her in his arms,
and bore her, in a state of insensibility, through the force.
falling embers and darkness to the open air.
The instant that Francis recovered her recollection, she perceived that she owed her life to Lawton,
and throwing herself on her knees, she cried, Sarah, Sarah, save my sister, and may the
blessing of God await you! Her strength failed, and she sank on the grass in insensibility.
The trooper pointed to her figure, motioned to her.
to Katie for assistance, and advanced once more to the building. The fire had already communicated
to the woodwork of the piazzas and windows, and the whole exterior of the cottage was covered
with smoke. The only entrance was through these dangers, and even the hardy and impetuous
Lawton paused to consider. It was for a moment only, when he dashed into the heat and darkness,
where, missing the entrance, he wandered for a minute, and precise.
precipitated himself back again upon the lawn.
Drawing a single breath of pure air,
he renewed the effort, and was again unsuccessful.
On a third trial, he met a man staggering under the load of a human body.
It was neither the place nor was there time to question or to make distinctions,
seizing both in his arms with gigantic strength,
he bore them through the smoke.
He soon perceived, to his astonishment, that it was the sephingions.
and the body of one of the skinners that he had saved.
Archibald, he exclaimed,
why in the name of justice did you bring this miscreant to light again?
His deeds are ranked to heaven.
The surgeon, who had been in imminent peril,
was too much bewildered to reply instantly,
but wiping the moisture from his forehead
and clearing his lungs from the vapour he had inhaled,
he said piteously,
ah, it is all over.
had i been in time to have stopped the effusion from the jugular he might have been saved but the heat was conducive to haemorrhage life is extinct indeed
well are there any more wounded the question was put to the air for francis had been removed to the opposite side of the building where her friends were collected and lawton had once more disappeared in the smoke by the time the flames had dispersed much of the suffocating vapour
so that the trooper was able to find the door,
and in its very entrance he was met by a man supporting the insensible Sarah.
There was but barely time to reach the lawn again,
before the fire broke through the windows,
and wrapped the whole building in a sheet of flame.
God be praised! ejaculated the preserver of Sarah.
It would have been a dreadful death to die.
The trooper turned from gazing at the edifice to the speaker,
and, to his astonishment, instead of one of his own men, he beheld the peddler.
"'Ha! the spy!' he exclaimed.
"'By heavens, you crossed me like a spectre!'
"'Captain Lawton,' said Birch, leaning in momentary exhaustion against the fence,
to which they had retired from the heat.
"'I am again in your power, for I can neither flee nor resist.'
"'The cause of America is dear to me as life,' said the truth.
but she cannot require her children to forget gratitude and honour fly unhappy man while yet you are unseen or it will exceed my power to save you may god prosper you that make you victorious over your enemies said birch
grasping the hand of the dragoon with an iron strength that his meagre figure did not indicate hold said lawton but a word are you what you seem can you
"'Are you—a royal spy?' interrupted Birch, averting his face, and endeavouring to release his hand.
"'Then go, miserable wretch,' said the trooper, relinquishing his grasp.
"'Either avarice or delusion has led a noble heart astray.
The bright light from the flames reached a great distance around the ruins,
but the words were hardly past the lips of Lawton before the gaunt form of the peddler had glided over the visible space and plunged into the darkness beyond.
The eye of Lawton rested for a moment on the spot where he had last seen this inexplicable man,
and then turning to the yet insensible Sarah, he lifted her in his arms and bore her, like a sleeping infant, to the care of her friends.
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Chapter 23
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And now her charms are fading fast
Her spirits now no more are gay
Alas, that beauty cannot last
That flowers so sweet so soon decay
How sad appears the veil of years
How changed from youth's too flattering scene
Where are her fond admirers gone
Alas, and shall there then be none
On whom her soul may lean
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Cynthia's grave
The walls of the cottage were all that was left of the building
And these blackened by smoke
And stripped of their piazzas and ornaments
Were but dreary memorials of the content and security
That had so lately reigned within
The roof, together with the rest of the rest of the rest of,
of the woodwork, had tumbled into the cellars, and a pale and flitting light, ascending from
their embers shone faintly through the windows. The early flight of the skinners left the dragoons
at liberty to exert themselves in saving much of the furniture, which lay scattered in heaps
on the lawn, giving the finishing touch of desolation to the scene. Whenever a stronger ray of light
than common shot upwards, the composed figures of Sergeant Hollister and his associates,
sitting on their horses in rigid discipline, were to be seen in the background of the picture,
together with the beast of Mrs. Flanagan, which, having slipped its bridle, was quietly grazing by the highway.
Betty herself had advanced to the spot where the sergeant was posted,
and with an incredible degree of composure witnessed the whole of the events as they occurred,
More than once, she suggested to her companion that, as the fighting seemed to be over, the proper time for plunder had arrived, but the veteran acquainted her with his orders, and remained inflexible and immovable, until the washerwoman, observing Lawton coming round the wing of the building with Sarah, ventured amongst the warriors.
The captain, after placing Sarah on a sofa that had been hurled from the building by two of his men, retired,
that the ladies might succeed him in his care.
Miss Peyton and her niece flew with a rapture that was blessed with a momentary forgetfulness
of all but her preservation to receive Sarah from the trooper,
but the vacant eye and flushed cheek restored them instantly to their recollection.
"'Sarah, my child, my beloved niece,' said the former,
"'folding the unconscious bride in her arms.
"'You are saved, and may the blessing of God await him who has been the instrument.'
"'See,' said Sarah,
"'gently pushing her aunt aside and pointing to the glimmering ruins.
"'The windows are illuminated in honor of my arrival.
"'They always receive a bride thus.
"'He told me they would do no less.
listen and you will hear the bells.
Here is no bride, no rejoicing, nothing but woe, cried Francis,
in a manner but little less frantic than that of her sister.
Oh, may heaven restore you to us, to yourself.
Peace, foolish young woman, said Sarah, with a smile of affected pity.
All cannot be happy at the same moment.
"'Perhaps you have no brother or husband to console you.
"'You look beautiful, and you will yet find one,
"'but,' she continued dropping her voice to a whisper,
"'see that he has no other wife.
"'Tis dreadful to think what might happen should he be twice married.'
"'The shock has destroyed her mind,' cried Miss Peyton.
"'My child! My beauty as Sarah is a maniac!'
"'No, no, no,' cried Francis.
"'It is fever. She is light-headed.
"'She must recover. She shall recover.'
The aunt caught joyfully at the hope,
conveyed in this suggestion,
and dispatched Katie to request the immediate aid
and advice of Dr. Sitgreaves.
The surgeon was found inquiring among the men
for professional employment,
and inquisitively examining every bruise and scratch
that he could induce the sturdy warriors to acknowledge they had received.
A summons of the sort conveyed by Katie was instantly obeyed,
and not a minute elapsed before he was by the side of Miss Peyton.
This is a melancholy termination to so joyful a commencement of the night, madam,
he observed, in a soothing manner.
But war must bring its attendant miseries,
though doubtless it often supports the cause of liberty
and improves the knowledge of surgical science.
Miss Peyton could make no reply but pointed to her niece.
"'Tis fever,' answered Francis.
"'See how glassy is her eye and look at her cheek how flushed.'
The surgeon stood for a moment, deeply studying the outward symptoms of his patient,
and then he silently took her hand in his own.
It was seldom that the hard and abstracted features of sit-greaves
discovered any violent emotion.
All his passions seemed schooled, and his care.
countenance did not betray what, indeed, his heart frequently felt.
In the present instance, however, the eager gaze of the aunt and sister quickly detected his
emotions.
After laying his fingers for a minute on the beautiful arm, which bared to the elbow in glittering
with jewels, Sarah suffered him to retain, he dropped it, and dashing a hand over his eyes, turned
sorrowfully away.
here is no fever to excite.
Tis a case, my dear madam, for time and care only.
These, with the blessing of God, may affect a cure.
And where is the wretch who has caused this ruin? exclaimed Singleton,
rejecting the support of his man and making an effort to rise from the chair to which he had been driven by debility.
It is in vain that we overcome our enemies, if conquered,
they can inflict such wounds as this.
Dost think, foolish boy, said Lotton with a bitter smile,
that hearts can feel in a colony?
What is America but a satellite of England?
To move as she moves, follow where she wists and shine,
that the mother country may become more splendid by her radiance.
Surely you forget that it is honor enough for a colonist
to receive ruin from the hand of a child.
of Britain.
I forget not that I wear a sword, said Singleton, falling back exhausted.
But was there no willing arm ready to avenge that lovely sufferer,
to appease the wrongs of this hoary father?
Neither arms nor hearts are wanting, sir, in such a case, said the trooper fiercely.
But chance oftentimes helps the wicked.
By heavens I'd give Roanoke himself for a clear field,
with a miscreant.
Nay, Captain Deere,
no be parting with a horse anyway, said Betty.
It is no trifle that can be had
by just asking of the right person
if you're in need of silver,
and the baste is sure afoot
and jumps like a squirrel.
Woman, fifty horses, I,
the best that were ever reared on the banks of the Potomac,
would be but a paltry price for one blow.
it a villain.
Come, said the surgeon,
the night air can do no service to George or these ladies,
and it is incumbent on us to remove them
where they can find surgical attendance and refreshment.
Here is nothing but smoking ruins
and the miasma of the swamps.
To this rational proposition no objection could be raised,
and the necessary orders were issued by Lawton
to remove the whole party to the four corners.
America furnished but few and very indifferent carriage makers at the period of which we write,
and every vehicle that in the least aspired to that dignity was the manufacture of a London mechanic.
When Mr. Wharton left the city, he was one of the very few who maintained the state of a carriage,
and at the time Miss Peyton and his daughters joined him in his retirement,
they had been conveyed to the cottage in the heavy chariot that had once so imposingly rolled
through the windings of Queen Street, or emerged with somber dignity into the more spacious drive
of Broadway. This vehicle stood undisturbed, where it had been placed on its arrival,
and the age of the horses alone had protected the favorites of Caesar from sequestration
by the contending forces in their neighborhood. With a heavy heart, the black, assisted by a few of the
dragoons, proceeded to prepare it for the reception of the ladies.
It was a cumbrous vehicle, whose faded linings and tarnished hammercloth,
together with its panels of changing color, denoted the want of that art which had once given
it lustre and beauty.
The lion-cochon of the Wharton Arms was reposing on the reviving splendor of a blazonry
that told the armorial bearings of a prince of the church.
and the mitre that began to shine through its American mask
was a symbol of the rank of its original owner.
The chaise which conveyed Miss Singleton was also safe,
for the stable and outbuildings had entirely escaped the flames.
It certainly had been no part of the plan of the marauders
to leave so well-appointed a stud behind them.
But the suddenness of the attack by Lawton
not only disconcerted their arrangements on this point,
but on many others also.
A guard was left on the ground under the command of Hollister,
who, having discovered that his enemy was of mortal mold,
took his position with admirable coolness and no little skill to guard against surprise.
He drew off his small party to such a distance from the ruins
that it was effectually concealed in the darkness,
while at the same time the light continued sufficiently powerful
to discover anyone who might approach the lawn with an intent to plunder.
Satisfied with this judicious arrangement, Captain Lawton made his dispositions for the march.
Miss Peyton, her two nieces and Isabella, were placed in the chariot,
while the cart of Mrs. Flanagan, amply supplied with blankets and a bed,
was honored with the person of Captain Singleton.
Dr. Sitgreaves took charge of the chaise and Mr. Warden.
What became of the rest of the family during that eventful night is unknown, for Caesar alone of the domestics was to be found, if we accept the housekeeper.
Having disposed of the whole party in this manner, Lawton gave the word to March.
He remained himself for a few minutes alone on the lawn, secreting various pieces of plate and other valuables,
that he was fearful might tempt the cupidity of his own men.
when, perceiving nothing more that he conceived likely to overcome their honesty,
he threw himself into the saddle with the soldierly intention of bringing up the rear.
"'Stop! Stop!' cried a female voice.
"'Will you leave me alone to be murdered? The spoon is melted, I believe,
and I'll have compensation if there's law or justice in this unhappy land.'
Lawton turned an eye in the direction of the sound and perceived a female,
"'emirging from the ruins,
"'loaded with a bundle that vied in size
"'with the renowned pack of the peddler.
"'Whom have we here?' said the trooper,
"'rising like a phoenix from the flames.
"'Oh, by the soul of Hippocrates,
"'but it is the identical she-doctor
"'of famous needle reputation.
"'Well, good woman, what means this outcry?'
"'Outcry!' echoed Katie, panting for breath.
"'Is it not disparagement enough to lose a silver spoon,
"'but I must be left alone in this lonesome place to be robbed and perhaps murdered?'
"'Harvey would not serve me so.
"'When I lived with Harvey I was always treated with respect, at least,
"'if he was a little close with his secrets and wasteful of his money.
"'Then, madam, you once formed part of the household of Mr. Harvey Birch?'
"'You may say I was the whole of his household,' returned the other.
"'There was nobody but I, and he, and he, and—'
and the old gentleman. You didn't know the old gentleman, perhaps?
That happiness was denied me.
How long did you live in the family of Mr. Birch?
I disremember the precise time, but it must have been hard on upon nine years,
and what better am I for it all?
Sure enough, I can see but little benefit that you have derived from the association truly.
But is there not something unusual in the movements and character of this
Mr. Birch.
Unusual is an easy word for such unaccountables, replied Katie, lowering her voice and looking around her.
He was a wonderful, disregardful man, and mine did a guinea no more than I do a colonel of corn,
but help me to some way of joining Miss Ginette, and I will tell you prodigies of what Harvey
has done, first and last.
You will, exclaimed the trooper, musing.
"'Here, give me leave to feel your arm above the elbow.
"'There, you are not deficient in bone.
"'Let the blood be as it may.'
"'So saying he gave the spinster a sudden whirl
"'that effectually confused all her faculties
"'until she found herself safely,
"'if not comfortably, seated on the crupper of Lawton's steed.
"'Now, madam, you have the consolation of knowing
"'that you are as well mounted as Washington.
The nag is sure afoot and will leap like a panther.
Let me get down, cried Katie, struggling to release herself from his iron grasp, and yet afraid of falling.
This is no way to put a woman on a horse. Besides, I can't ride without a pillion.
Softly, good madam, said Lawton, for although Roanoke never falls before, he sometimes rises behind.
He is far from being accustomed to a pair of heels beating upon his florenok.
flanks like a drum major on a field day. A single touch of the spur will serve him for a fortnight,
and it is by no means wise to be kicking in this manner, for he is a horse that but little likes to be
outdone.
"'Let me down, I say,' screamed Katie.
"'I shall fall and be killed. Besides, I have nothing to hold on with. My arms are full of valuables.'
"'True,' returned the trooper, observing that he had brought bundle and all from the ground.
I perceive that you belong to the baggage guard, but my sword-belt will encircle your little waist as well as my own.
Katie was too much pleased with this compliment to make any resistance.
While he buckled her close to his own Herculean frame, and driving a spur into his charger,
they flew from the lawn with a rapidity that defied further denial.
After proceeding for some time at a rate that a good deal discomposed the spinster,
they overtook the cart of the washerwoman, driving slowly over the stones,
with a proper consideration for the wounds of Captain Singleton.
The occurrences of that eventful night had produced an excitement in the young soldier
that was followed by the ordinary lassitude of reaction,
and he lay carefully enveloped in blankets, and supported by his man, but little able to converse.
though deeply brooding over the past.
The dialogue between Lawton and his companion ceased with the commencement of their motions,
but a footpace being more favorable to speech, the trooper began anew.
Then you have been an inmate in the same house with Harvey Birch.
For more than nine years, and rejoicing greatly that their speed had been abated.
The deep tones of the trooper's voice were no sooner conveyed to the ears of the washerwoman,
then turning her head where she sat directing the movements of the mayor,
she put into the discourse at the first pause.
Be like then, good woman,
you're known whether or no he's akin to Beelzebub, said Betty.
It's Sergeant Hollister who's saying the same,
and no fool is a sergeant anyway.
It's a scandalous disparagement, cried Katie vehement.
No kinder soul than Harvey carries a pack,
and for a gown or a tidy apron he will never take a king's farthing from a friend.
Bealsabub indeed. For what would he read the Bible if he had dealings with the evil spirit?
He's an honest divil anyway, as I was saying before, the guinea was pure,
but then the sergeant thinks him amiss and it's no want a learning that Mr. Hollister has.
He's a fool, said Katie tartly. Harvey might be a man of suss.
substance, were he not so disregardful? How often have I told him that if he did nothing but
petal and would put his gains to use and get married, so that things at home could be kept
within doors and leave off his dealings with the wrigglers, and all encumberments,
that he would soon become an excellent liver? Sergeant Hollister would be glad to hold a
candle to him, indeed. Poo, said Betty, in her philosophical way. You're no thinking that Mr. Hollister
is an officer, and stands next the cornet, in the troop. But this piddler gave warning of the brush
the night, and it's no sure that Captain Jack would have got the day but for the reinforcement.
How say you, Betty, cried the trooper, bending forward on his saddle. Had you notice of our
danger from Birch? The very same, darling. And its hurry I was till the boys was in motion.
not but I knew you're enough for the cowboys any time,
but with the devil on your side I was sure of the day.
I'm only wondering there's so little plunder
in a business of Beelzebub's contriving.
I'm obliged to you for the rescue,
and equally indebted to the motive.
Is it the plunder?
But little did I think of it until I saw the movables on the ground.
Some burnt and some broke,
and other some as good as new.
It would be convenient,
to have one feather bed in the core anyway.
By heavens, twas timely succor.
Had not Roan Oak been swifter than their bullets,
I must have fallen.
The animal is worth his weight and gold.
It's continental, you main, darling.
Gold weighs heavy, and is no plenty in the States.
If the nager hadn't been staying and frightening the sergeant with his copper-colored looks
and a matter of blarney about ghosts,
we should have been in time to have killed all the dogs and taken the rest prisoners.
It is very well as it is, Betty, said Lawton.
A day will yet come, I trust, when these miscreants shall be rewarded, if not in judgments
upon their persons, at least in the opinions of their fellow citizens.
The time must arrive when America will distinguish between a patriot and a robber.
Speak low, said Katie.
There are some who think much of themselves that have doing with the skill.
It's more they are thinking of themselves than other people thinks of them, cried Betty.
Atif's a teaf, anyway, whether he stales for King George or for Congress.
I know that evil would soon happen, said Katie.
The sun set to-night behind a black cloud, and the house-dog whined, although I gave him his supper with my own hands.
Besides, it's not a week's in I dreamed the dream about the thousand-legged.
lighted gandles, and the cakes burnt in the oven.
Well, said Betty, it's but a little drame anyway.
Just keep an easy conscience and plenty of the stuff in you,
and you'll sleep like an infant.
The last dream I had was when the boys put the thistops in the blankets,
and then I was thinking that Captain Jack's man was currying me down
for the matter of Roanoke, but it's no trifle I mind either in skin or stomach.
I'm sure, said he said,
Katie, with a stiff erectness that drew Lawton back in his saddle.
No man shall ever dare to lay hands on bed of mine,
its undecent and despisable conduct.
Pooh, pooh, cried Betty.
If you tag after a troop of horse,
a small bit of a joke must be born.
What would become of the states and liberty if the boys
had never a clean shirt or a drop to comfort them?
Ask Captain Jack there if they'd fight Mrs. Beelzebub.
and they know plain linen to keep the threan.
I'm a single woman, and my name is Haynes, said Katie,
and I'd thank you to use no disparaging terms when speaking to me.
You must tolerate a little license in the tongue of Mrs. Flanagan, madam, said the trooper.
The drop she speaks of is often an extraordinary size,
and then she has acquired the freedom of a soldier's manner.
Pooh, Captain Darling, cried Betty.
Why do you bother the woman?
"'Talk like yourself, dear, and it's no fool of a tongue that you've got in your own head.
But just here away that sergeant made a halt, thinking there might be more divils than one's
during the night. The clouds are as black as Arnold's heart, and deuce the stars there twinkling among
them. Well, the mare is used to a march after nightfall, and is smelling out the road like a pointer
slut. It wants but little to the rising moon,' observed the trooper.
He called a dragoon who was riding in advance, issued a few orders and cautions relative to the comfort and safety of Singleton,
and speaking a consoling word to his friend himself, gave Roanoke the spur and dashed by the car,
at a rate that again put to flight all the philosophy of Catherine Haynes.
"'Good luck to ye, for a free rider and a bold,' shouted the washerwoman, as he passed.
"'If you're meeting Mr. Beelzebub just backed the bast up.
to him, and show him his consort that ye got'n the crupper. I'm thinking it's no long he'd
tarried to chat. Well, well, it's his life that we saved. He was saying so himself, though the
plunder is nothing to signify. The cries of Betty Flanagan were too familiar to the ears of Captain
Lawton to elicit a reply. Notwithstanding the unusual burden that Roanoke sustained, he got over
the ground with a great rapidity, and the distance between the cart of Mrs. Flanagan,
and the chariot of Miss Peyton, was passed in a manner that, however, it answered the intentions
of the trooper, in no degree contributed to the comfort of his companion. The meeting occurred but a short
distance from the quarters of Lawton, and at the same instant the moon broke from a mass of clouds,
and threw its light on the objects. Compared with the simple elegance and substantial comfort
of the locusts, the Hotel Flanagan presented but a dreary spectacle,
In the place of carpeted floors and curtained windows were the yawning cracks of a rudely constructed dwelling,
and boards and paper were ingeniously applied to supply the place of the green glass in more than half the lights.
The care of Lawton had anticipated every improvement that their situation would allow,
and blazing fires were made before the party arrived.
The dragoons, who had been charged with this duty, had conveyed a few necessary articles of furniture,
and Miss Peyton and her companions, on a lighting, found something like habitable apartments
prepared for their reception. The mind of Sarah had continued to wander during the ride,
and with the ingenuity of the insane, she accommodated every circumstance to the feelings
that were uppermost in her own bosom. It is impossible to minister to a mind that has sustained
such a blow, said Lawton to Isabella Singleton.
and God's mercy can alone cure it.
But something more may be done towards the bodily comfort of all.
You are a soldier's daughter, and used to scenes like this, help me to exclude some of the cold
air from these windows.
Miss Singleton acceded to his request, and soon Lawton was endeavoring from without to remedy
the defect of broken pains.
Isabella was arranging a substitute for a curtain within.
I hear the cart, said the truth.
and reply to one of her interrogatories.
Betty is tender-hearted in the main, believe me.
Poor George will not only be safe but comfortable.
God bless her for her care and bless you all, said Isabella fervently.
Dr. Sitgrease has gone down the road to meet him, I know.
What is that glittering in the moon?
Directly opposite the window where they stood were the outbuildings of the farm,
and the quick eye of Lawton caught at a glance the object of which she,
alluded.
"'Tis the glare of firearms,' said the trooper,
springing from the window toward his charger,
which yet remained caparisoned at the door.
His movement was quick as thought,
but a flash of fire was followed by the whistling of a bullet
before he had proceeded a step.
A loud shriek burst from the dwelling,
and the captain sprang into his saddle.
The hole was the business of but a moment.
"'Mount! Mount and follow!'
shouted the trooper. Before his astonished men could understand the cause of alarm, Roanoke had carried him
in safety over the fence which lay between him and his foe. The chase was for life or death,
but the distance to the rocks was again too short, and the disappointed trooper saw his intended
victim vanish in their clefts, where he could not follow. By the life of Washington,
muttered Lawton as he sheathed his saber. I would.
have made two halves of him, had he not been so nimble on the foot, but a time will come.
So saying he returned to his quarters, with the indifference of a man who knew his life
was at any moment to be offered a sacrifice to his country. An extraordinary tumult in the
house induced him to quicken his speed, and on arriving at the door, the panic-stricken Katie
informed him that the bullet aimed at his own life
had taken effect in the bosom of Miss Singleton.
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Hushed were his Gertrude's lips,
but still their bland and beautiful expression seemed to melt
with love that could not die,
and still his hand she presses to the heart,
no more that felt.
End quote.
Gertrude of Wyoming.
The brief arrangements of the dragoons
had prepared two apartments for the reception of the ladies.
The one being intended as a sleeping-wreux,
room and situated within the other.
Into the latter, Isabella was immediately conveyed at her own request,
and placed on a rude bed by the side of the unconscious Sarah.
When Miss Peyton and Francis flew to her assistance,
they found her with a smile on her pallid lip
and a composure in her countenance that induced them to think her uninjured.
"'God be praised!' exclaimed the trembling aunt.
The report of firearms and your fall had led me into air-rength.
"'Surely, surely there was enough horror before, but this has been spared us.'
Isabella pressed her hand upon her bosom still smiling,
but with a ghastliness that curdled the blood of Francis.
"'Is George far distant?' she asked.
"'Let him know, hasten him, that I may see my brother once again.'
"'It is as I apprehended,' shrieked Miss Peyton.
"'But you smile!'
"'Surely you are not hurt.'
"'Quite well.'
"'Quite happy,' murmured Isabella.
"'Here is a remedy for every pain.'
Sarah arose from the reclining posture she had taken
and gazed wildly at her companion.
She stretched forth her own hand and raised that of Isabella from her bosom.
It was dyed in blood.
"'See,' said Sarah.
"'But will it not wash away, love?
"'Marry, young woman, and then no one can expel him from your heart unless,' she added whispering and bending over the other.
"'You find another there before you. Then die and go to heaven. There are no wives in heaven.'
The lovely maniac hid her face under the clothes, and continued silent during the remainder of the night.
At this moment Lawton entered, enured as he was to danger in all its forms, and accustomed to the horrors of a partisan war,
The trooper could not behold the ruin before him unmoved.
He bent over the fragile form of Isabella,
and his gloomy eye betrayed the workings of his soul.
Isabella, he at length uttered,
I know you to possess a courage beyond the strength of women.
Speak, she said earnestly, if you have anything to say,
speak fearlessly.
The trooper averted his face as he replied,
None ever receive a ball there and survive.
I have no dread of death, Lawton, returned Isabella.
I thank you for not doubting me.
I felt it from the first.
These are not scenes for a form like yours, added the trooper.
Tis enough that Britain calls our youth to the field,
but when such loveliness becomes the victim of war,
I sicken of my trade.
"'Hear me, Captain Lawton,' said Isabella, raising herself with difficulty but rejecting aid.
"'From early womanhood to the present hour have I been an inmate of camps and garrisons.
"'I have lived to cheer the leisure of an aged father, and think you I would change those days of danger and privation for any ease?
No. I have the consolation of knowing in my dying moments that what woman could
do in such a cause, I have done. Who could prove a recreant and witness such a spirit?
Hundreds of warriors have I witnessed in their blood, but never a firmer soul among them all.
"'Tis the soul only,' said Isabella.
"'My sex and strength have denied me the dearest of privileges.
But to you, Captain Lawton, nature has been more bountiful.'
You have an arm and a heart to devote to the cause,
and I know they are an arm and a heart that will prove true to the last.
And George, and—' she paused, her lips quivered, and her eye sank to the floor.
And Dunwoody, added the trooper.
Would you speak of Dunwoody?
Name him not, said Isabella, sinking back and concealing her face in her garments.
Leave me, Lawton.
Prepare poor George for this unexpected blow.
The trooper continued for a little while gazing,
in melancholy interest at the convulsive shutterings of her frame,
which the scanty covering could not conceal,
and withdrew to meet his comrade.
The interview between Singleton and his sister was painful,
and, for a moment,
Isabella yielded to a burst of tenderness.
But as if aware that her hours were numbered,
she was the first to rouse herself to exertion.
At her earnest request, the room was left to herself,
the captain and Francis.
The repeated applications of the surgeon,
to be permitted to use professional aid,
were steadily rejected,
and, at length, he was obliged unwillingly to retire.
"'Raise me,' said the dying young woman,
"'and let me look on a face that I love once more.
"'Francis silently complied, and Isabella turned her eyes
"'in sisterly affection upon George.
"'It matters but little, my brother.
"'A few hours must close the scene.
"'Live, Isabella, my sister, my only sister,' cried the youth,
"'with a burst of sorrow that he could not control.
my father, my poor father.
There is the sting of death,
but he is a soldier and a Christian.
Miss Warden, I would speak of what interests you,
while yet I have strength for the task.
Nay, said Francis tenderly,
compose yourself, let no desire to oblige me
endanger a life that is precious to...
To so many.
The words were nearly stifled by her emotions,
for the other had touched a cord that thrilled to her heart.
"'Poor, sensitive girl,' said Isabella,
regarding her with tender interest.
"'But the world is still before you,
"'and why should I disturb the little happiness it may afford?'
"'Dream on, lovely innocent,
"'and may God keep the evil day of knowledge far distant.'
"'Oh, there is even now little left for me to enjoy,' said Francis,
burying her face in the clothes.
I am heart-stricken in all that I am most loved.
No, interrupted Isabella.
You have one inducement to wish for life
that pleads strongly in a woman's breast.
It is a delusion that nothing but death can destroy.
Exhaustion compelled her to pause,
and her auditors continued in breathless suspense,
until recovering her strength
she laid her hand on that of Francis,
and continued more mildly.
Miss Wharton,
if there breathes
a spirit congenial to Dunwoody's
and worthy of his love,
it is your own.
A flush of fire
passed over the face of the listener,
and she raised her eyes,
flashing with an ungovernable look of delight
to the countenance of Isabella.
But the ruin she beheld
recalled better feelings,
and again her head dropped upon the covering of the bed.
Isabella watched her emotion with a look that partook both of pity and admiration.
Such have been the feelings that I have escaped, she continued.
Yes, Miss Wharton, Dunwoody is wholly yours.
Be just to yourself, my sister, exclaimed the youth.
Let no romantic generosity cause you to forget your own character.
She heard him and fixed a gaze of ten.
tender interest on his face, but slowly shook her head as she replied.
It is not romance, but truth that bids me speak.
Oh, how much have I lived within an hour.
Miss Wharton, I was born under a burning sun,
my feelings seemed to have imbibed its warmth.
I have existed for passion only.
Say not so, say not so, I implore it.
you, cried the agitated brother. Think how defoted has been your love to our aged father.
How disinterested, how tender your affection to me. Yes, said Isabella, a smile of mild pleasure
beaming on her countenance. That at least is a reflection which may be taken to the grave.
Neither Francis nor her brother interrupted her meditations which continued for several minutes,
when suddenly recollecting herself, she continued.
I remained selfish even to the last.
With me, Miss Wharton,
America and her liberties were my earliest passion,
and, again she paused and Francis thought it was the struggle of death that followed,
but reviving she proceeded.
Why should I hesitate on the brink of the grave?
Dunwoody was my knack.
and my last. But, bearing her face in her hands, it was a love that was unsought.
Isabella! exclaimed her brother, springing from the bed and pacing the floor and disorder.
See how dependent we become under the dominion of worldly pride. It is painful to George to learn
that one he loves had not feeling superior to her nature and education.
"'Say no more,' whispered Francis.
"'You distress us both.
"'Say no more, I entreat you.
"'Injustice to Dunwoody I must speak.
"'And for the same reason, my brother, you must listen.
"'By no act or word has Dunwoody ever induced me to believe
"'he wished me more than a friend.
"'Nay, latterly, I have had the burning shame
of thinking that he avoided my presence.
Would he dare? said Sincleton fiercely.
Peace, my brother, and listen, continued Isabella, rousing herself with an effort that was final.
Here is the innocent, the justifiable cause.
We are both motherless, but that aunt, that mild, plain-hearted abhorred.
observing aunt, has given you the victory. Oh, how much she loses, who loses a female guardian to her
youth. I have exhibited those feelings which you have been taught to repress. After this, can I wish to live?
Isabella, my poor Isabella, you wander in your mind. But one word more, for I feel that blood,
which ever flowed too swiftly,
rushing where nature never intended it to go.
Woman must be sought to be prized.
Her life is one of concealed emotions.
Blessed are they whose early impressions make the task free from hypocrisy,
for such only can be happy with men like Dunwoody.
Her voice failed, and she sank back on her pillow in silence.
The cry of Singleton brought the rest of the party to her bedside,
but death was already upon her countenance.
Her remaining strength just sufficed to reach the hand of George,
and pressing it to her bosom for a moment.
She relinquished her grasp, and with a slight convulsion, expired.
Francis Wharton had thought that fate had done its worst,
in endangering the life of her brother,
and destroying the reason of her sister.
But the relief conveyed by the dying declaration of Isabella
taught her that another sorrow had aided in loading her heart with grief.
She saw the whole truth at a glance,
nor was the manly delicacy of Dunwoody lost upon her.
Everything tended to raise him in her estimation,
and for mourning that duty and pride had induced her to strive to think less of him,
She was compelled to substitute regret that her own act had driven him from her in sorrow, if not in desperation.
It is not in the nature of youth, however, to despair, and Francis now knew a secret joy that gave a new spring to her existence.
The sun broke forth, on the morning that succeeded this night of desolation, in unclouded lustre, and seemed to mocked,
the petty sorrows of those who received his rays. Lawton had early ordered his steed and was ready to mount as the first burst of light broke over the hills. His orders were already given, and the trooper threw his leg across the saddle in silence. And casting a glance of fierce chagrin at the narrow space that had favored the flight of the Skinner, he gave Roanoke the rain and moved slowly towards the valley.
The stillness of death pervaded the road, nor was there a single vestige of the scenes of the night
to tarnish the loveliness of a glorious morn.
Struck with a contrast between man and nature, the fearless trooper rode by each pass of
danger, regardless of what might happen, nor did he rouse himself from his musing, until the
noble charger, snuffing the morning air, greeted the steeds of the guard under Sergeant
Hollister. Here, indeed, was to be seen sad evidence of the midnight fray, but the trooper glanced
his eye over it with the coolness of one accustomed to such sights. Without wasting the moments
in useless regrets, he proceeded at once to business. Have you seen anything? He demanded of the
orderly. Nothing, sir, that we dare to charge upon, returned Hollister, but we mounted once at the
report of distant firearms. Tis well, said Lotton, gloomily. Ah, Hollister, I would give the animal I
ride to have had your single arm between the wretch who drew that trigger and these useless rocks
which overhang every bit of ground as if they grudged pasture to a single hoof. Under the light of day
and charging man to man, I am as good as another, but I can't say that I'm over-fond of fighting with
Those that neither steel nor lead can bring down.
What silly crotch at his uppermost now in that mystified brain of thine, Deacon Hollister?
I like not the dark object that has been manoeuvring in the skirt of the wood since the first
dawn of day, and twice during the night it was seen marching across the firelight, no doubt
with evil intent.
Is it yon ball of black at the foot of the rock maple that you mean?
In truth it moves.
But without mortal motion, said the sergeant, regarding it with awful reverence.
It glides along, but no feet have been seen by any who watch here.
Had it wings, cried Lotton, it is mine. Stand fast until I join.
The words were hardly uttered before Roanoke was flying across the plain,
and apparently verifying the boast of his master.
Those cursed rocks!
Ejaculated the trooper, as he saw the airnoburned.
object of his pursuit approaching the hillside, but either from want of practice or from terror,
it passed the obvious shelter they afforded, and fled into the open plain.
"'I have you! Man or devil!' shouted Lawton, whirling his saber from its scabbard.
"'Halt and take quarter!'
His proposition was apparently acceded to, for at the sound of his powerful voice the figure sank
upon the ground, exhibiting a shapeless ball of black, without life or motion.
What have we here? cried Lawton, drawing up by its side.
A gala suit of the good maiden? Genet Peyton, wandering around its birthplace or
searching in vain for its discomfited mistress. He leaned forward in his stirrups,
and placing the point of his sword under the silken garment by throwing aside the covering,
discovered part of the form of the Reverend gentleman
who had fled from the locusts
the evening before in his robes of office.
In truth, Hollister had some ground for his alarm.
An army chaplain is, at any time, a terror to a troop of horse.
The clergyman had collected enough of his disturbed faculties
to discover that it was a face he knew
and somewhat disconcerted at the terror he had manifested,
and the indecent attitude in which he had been found.
He endeavored to rise and offer some explanation.
Lawton received his apologies good-humoredly,
if not with much faith in their truth.
And, after a short communication upon the state of the valley,
the trooper courteously alighted,
and they proceeded towards the guard.
I am so little acquainted, sir, with the rebel uniform,
that I really was unable to distinguish
whether those men whom you say are your own did or did not belong to the gang of marauders.
Apologies, sir, is unnecessary, replied the trooper curling his lip.
It is not your task as a minister of God to take note of the facings of a coat.
The standard under which you serve is acknowledged by us all.
I serve under the standard of his gracious majesty, George III, returned the priest, wiping the cold sweat from his brow.
but really the idea of being scalped has a strong tendency to unman a new beginner like myself.
Scalped?
Echoed Lawton, stopping short in his walk.
Then recollecting himself, he added with composure,
If it is to Dunwoody's squadron of Virginia-like dragoons that you allude,
it may be well to inform you that they generally take a bit of the skull with the skin.
Oh, I can have no apprehensions of gentlemen.
gentlemen of your appearance, said the divine with a smirk.
It is the natives that I apprehend.
Natives?
I have the honour to be one, I assure you, sir.
Nay, I beg that I may be understood.
I mean the Indians, they who do nothing but rob and murder and destroy.
And scalp.
Yes, sir, and scalp, too, continued the clergyman,
eyeing his companion a little suspiciously, the copper-colored, savage Indians.
And did you expect to meet those nose-jeweled gentry and the neutral ground?
Certainly, we understand in England that the interior swarms with them.
And call you this the interior of America, cried Lawton,
again halting and staring the other in the face with a surprise too naturally expressed to be counterfeited.
"'Surely, sir, I conceive myself to be in the interior?'
"' Attend,' said Lawton, pointing towards the east.
"'See you not that broad sheet of water, which the eye cannot compass?
"'Fither lies the England you deem worthy to hold dominion over half the world.
"'See you the land of your nativity?'
"'Tis impossible to behold objects at a distance of three thousand miles.'
exclaimed the wondering priest a little suspicious of his companion's sanity.
No, what a pity it is that the powers of man are not equal to his ambition.
Now turn your eyes westward.
Observe that vast expanse of water which rolls between the shores of America and China.
I see nothing but land, said the trembling priest.
There is no water to be seen.
"'Tis impossible to behold objects at a distance of three thousand miles,'
repeated Lawton, pursuing his walk.
"'If you apprehend the savages, seek them in the ranks of your prince.
Rum and gold have preserved their loyalty.'
"'Nothing is more probable than my being deceived,' said the man of peace,
casting furtive glances at the colossal stature and whiskered front of his companion.
But the rumors we have at home and the uncertainty of meeting with such an enemy as yourself
induced me to fly at your approach.
"'Twas not judiciously determined,' said the trooper,
"'as Roanoke has the heels of you greatly,
"'and flying from Cilia you were liable to encounter Cherebdis.
"'Those woods and rocks cover the very enemies you dread.'
"'The savages!' exclaimed the divine,
instinctively placing the trooper in the rear.
More than savages,
men who, under the guise of patriotism,
prowl through the community
with a thirst for plunder that is unsatiable,
and a love of cruelty that mocks the ingenuity of the Indian,
fellows whose mouths are filled with liberty and equality,
and whose hearts are overflowing with cupidity and gall.
gentlemen, gentlemen that are the skinners.
I have heard them mentioned in our army, said the frightened divine,
and had thought them to be the Aborigines.
You did the savages injustice.
They now approached the spot occupied by Hollister,
who witnessed with surprise the character of the prisoner made by his captain.
Lawton gave his orders,
and the men immediately commenced securing and removing such articles of furniture
as were thought worthy of the trouble,
and the captain, with his reverend associate,
who was mounted on a metaled horse,
returned to the quarters of the troop.
It was the wish of Singleton
that the remains of his sister
should be conveyed to the post commanded by his father,
and preparations were early made to this effect.
The wounded British were placed under the control of the chaplain,
and towards the middle of the day Lotton saw all the arrangements so far completed,
as to render it probable that in a few,
hours, he would be left with his small party in undisturbed possession of the corners.
While leaning in the doorway, gazing in moody silence at the ground which had been the
scene of the last night's chase, his ear caught the sound of a horse, and the next moment a
dragoon of his own troop appeared dashing up the road, as if on business of the last importance.
The steed was foaming, and the rider had the appearance of having done a day's
service. Without speaking, he placed a letter in the hand of Lawton and led his charger to the
stable. The trooper knew the hand of the major and ran his eye over the following. I rejoice it is
the order of Washington that the family of the locusts are to be removed above the highlands.
They are to be admitted to the society of Captain Wharton, who waits only for their testimony
to be tried. You will communicate this order, and with proper
delicacy, I do not doubt. The English are moving up the river, and the moment you see the
wardens in safety, break up and join your troop. There will be good service to be done when we meet,
as Sir Henry is reported to have sent out a real soldier in command. Reports must be made to the
commandant at Peerskill, for Colonel Singleton is withdrawn to headquarters to preside over the inquiry
upon poor warden.
Fresh orders have been sent to hang the peddler, if we can take him,
but they are not from the commander-in-chief.
Detail a small guard with the ladies,
and get into the saddle as soon as possible.
Yours, sincerely, Peyton Dunwoody.
This communication entirely changed the whole arrangement.
There was no longer any motive for removing the body of Isabella,
since her father was no longer with his command,
and Singleton reluctantly acquiesced in an immediate interment.
A retired and lovely spot was selected,
near the foot of the adjacent rocks,
and such rude preparations were made
as the time and the situation of the country permitted.
A few of the neighboring inhabitants collected from curiosity and interest,
and Miss Peyton and Francis wept in sincerity over her grave.
The solemn offices of the church were performed by the men
minister, who had so lately stood forth to officiate in another and very different duty,
and Lawton bent his head and passed his hand across his brow, while the words that accompanied
the first Claude were uttered. A new stimulus was given to the wardens by the intelligence
conveyed in the letter of Dunwoody, and Caesar, with his horses, was once more put in requisition.
The relics of the property were entrusted to a neighbor,
in whom they had confidence, and accompanied by the unconscious Sarah,
and attended by four dragoons and all of the American wounded,
Mr. Wharton's party took their departure.
They were speedily followed by the English chaplain,
with his countrymen, who were conveyed to the waterside,
where a vessel was in waiting to receive them.
Lawton joyfully witnessed these movements,
and as soon as the latter were out of sight,
he ordered his own bugle to sound.
Everything was instantly in motion.
The mayor of Mrs. Flanagan was again fastened to the cart.
Dr. Sitgreaves exhibited his shapeless form once more on horseback,
and the trooper appeared in the saddle, rejoicing in his emancipation.
The word to March was given,
and Lawton throwing a look of sullen ferocity at the place of the Skinner's concealment,
and another of melancholy regret towards the grave of Isabella.
led the way, accompanied by the surgeon in a brown study,
while Sergeant Hollister and Betty brought up the rear,
leaving a fresh southerly wind to whistle through the open doors
and broken windows of the Hotel Flanagan,
where the laugh of hilarity, the joke of the hardy partisan,
and the lamentations of the sorrowing, had so lately echoed.
End of Chapter 24.
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This reading by Gordon McKenzie.
The Spy
By James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 25
Quote
No Vernal blooms their torts their torts
Corpid rocks array, but winter lingering chills the lap of May. No Zephyr fondly soos the
mountain's breast, but meteors glare and stormy glooms invest.
End quote. Goldsmith. The roads of Westchester are, at this hour, below the improvements
of the country. Their condition at the time of the tale has already been alluded to in the
these pages, and the reader will therefore easily imagine the task assumed by Caesar when he
undertook to guide the translated chariot of the English prelate through their windings into
one of the less frequented passes of the Highlands of the Hudson. While Caesar and his steeds
were contending with these difficulties, the inmates of the carriage were too much engrossed
with their own cares to attend to those who served them.
The mind of Sarah had ceased to wander so wildly as at first,
but at every advance that she made towards reason,
she seemed to retire a step from animation.
From being excited and flighty,
she was gradually becoming moody and melancholy.
There were moments indeed,
when her anxious companions thought that they could discern marks of recollection.
But the expression of exquisite woe that accompanied the,
transient gleams of reason, forced them to the dreadful alternative of wishing that she might
forever be spared the agony of thought. The day's march was performed chiefly in silence,
and the party found shelter for the night in different farmhouses. The following morning the
cavalcade dispersed. The wounded diverged towards the river, with the intention of taking water at
peak skill, in order to be transported to the hospitals of the American Army above.
The litter of Singleton was conveyed to a part of the Highlands where his father held his
quarters, and where it was intended that the youth should complete his cure.
The carriage of Mr. Wharton, accompanied by a wagon conveying the housekeeper and what baggage
had been saved, and could be transported, resumed its route towards the place where Henry
Wharton was held in duress, and where he only waited their arrival to be put on trial for his
life. The country which lies between the waters of the Hudson and Long Island Sound is, for the
first 40 miles from their junction, a succession of hills and dales. The land bordering on the latter
then becomes less abrupt, and gradually assumes a milder appearance, until it finally
melts into the lovely plains and meadows of the Connecticut.
But as you approach the Hudson, the rugged aspect increases
until you at length meet with the formidable barrier of the highlands.
Here the neutral ground ceased.
The Royal Army held the two points of land that commanded the southern entrance of the river
into the mountains, but all the remaining passes were guarded by the Americans.
We have already stated that the pickets of the concedes of the concedures.
The Continental Army were sometimes pushed low into the country, and that the hamlet of the
White Plains was occasionally maintained by parties of its troops.
At other times the advanced guards were withdrawn to the northern extremity of the country,
and, as has been shown, the intermediate country was abandoned to the ravages of the
miscreants who plundered between both armies, serving neither.
The road taken by our party was not the one that communicates between the two principal cities of the states,
but was a retired and unfrequented pass, that to this hour is but little known,
and which entering the hills near the eastern boundary emerges into the plain above, many miles, from the Hudson.
It would have been impossible for the tired steeds of Mr. Wharton to drag the heavy chariot up the length of
and steep ascents which now lay before them,
and a pair of country horses were procured,
with but little regard to their owner's wishes,
by the two dragoons,
who still continued to accompany the party.
With their assistance,
Caesar was enabled to advance,
by slow and toilsome steps into the bosom of the hills.
Willing to relieve her own melancholy by breathing of fresher air,
and also to lessen the weight,
Francis alighted as they reached the foot of the mountain.
She found that Katie had made similar preparations,
with the like intention of walking to the summit.
It was near the setting of the sun,
and from the top of the mountain,
their guard had declared that the end of their journey might be discerned.
Francis moved forward with the elastic step of youth,
and, followed by the housekeeper at a little distance,
she soon lost sight of the sluggish carriage
that was slowly toiling up the hill, occasionally halting to allow the cattle to breathe.
"'Oh, Miss Fanny, what dreadful times these be!' said Katie, when they paused for breath themselves.
"'I knowed that calamity was about to befall ever since the streak of blood was seen in the clouds.'
"'There has been blood upon earth, Katie, though but little is ever seen in the clouds.'
"'Not blood in the clouds?' echoed the housekeeper.
"'Yes, that there has, often.'
and comets with fiery smoke and tails.
Didn't people see armed men in the heavens the year the war began?
And the night before the Battle of the Plains wasn't their thunder, like the cannon themselves?
Ah, Miss Fanny, I'm fearful that no good can follow rebellion against the Lord's anointed.
These events are certainly dreadful, returned Francis, and enough to sicken the stoutest heart.
But what can be done, Katie?
Gallant and independent men are unwilling to submit to oppression,
and I am fearful that such scenes are but too common in war.
If I could but see anything to fight about, said Katie, renewing her walk as the young lady proceeded,
I shouldn't mind it so much.
Twas said the king wanted all the tea for his own family at one time,
and then again that he meant the colony should pay over to him all their earnings.
Now this is matter enough to fight about, for I'm sure that no one,
however he may be lord or king, has a right to the hard earnings of another,
Then it was all contradicted, and some said Washington wanted to be king himself,
so that between the two one doesn't know which to believe.
Believe neither, for neither is true.
I do not pretend to understand myself all the merits of this war, Katie.
But to me, it seems unnatural that a country like this should be ruled by another so distant as England.
So I have heard Harvey say to his father that is dead and in his grave,
returned Katie, approaching here to the young lady and lowering her voice.
Many is the good time that I've listened to them talking, when all the neighborhood was asleep.
And such conversations, Miss Fanny, that you can have no idea on.
Well, to say the truth, Harvey was a mystified body, and he was like the winds in the good book.
No one could tell whence he came, or whither he went.
Francis glanced her eye at her companion with an apparent desire to hear more.
There are rumors abroad relative to the character of Harvey, she said,
that I should be sorry were true.
Tis a disparagement, every word aunt, cried Katie vehemently.
Harvey had no more dealings with Beelzebub than you or I had.
I'm sure if Harvey had sold himself he would take care to be better paid.
Though to speak the truth,
He was always a wasteful and disregardful man.
Nay, nay, returned the smiling, Francis.
I have no such injurious suspicion of him.
But has he not sold himself to an earthly prince?
One too much attached to the interests of his native island
to be always just to this country.
To the king's majesty, replied Katie.
Why, Miss Fanny, your own brother that's in jail, serves King George?
"'True,' said Francis,
"'but not in secret, openly, manfully, and bravely.
"'Tis said he is a spy, and why ain't one spy as bad as another?'
"'Tis untrue. No act of deception is worthy of my brother,
"'nor of any would he be guilty, for so base a purpose as gain or promotion.'
"'Well, I'm sure,' said Katie, a little appalled at the manner of the young lady.
If a body does the work, he should be paid for it.
Harvey is by no means particular about getting his lawful dues.
And I darsed to say, if the truth was forthcoming,
King George owes him money this very minute.
Then you acknowledge his connection with the British Army, said Francis.
I confess there have been moments when I have thought differently.
Lord Miss Fanny Harvey is a man that no calculation can be made on.
though I lived in his house for a long concourse of years,
I have never known whether he belonged above or below.
Start footnote.
The American Party was called the party belonging above,
and the British that of below.
The terms had reference to the course of the Hudson.
End footnote.
The time that Burgoyne was taken, he came home,
and there was great doings between him and the old gentleman.
but for my life I couldn't tell if twas joy or grief.
Then here the other day when the great British general,
I'm sure I have been so flurried with losses and troubles that I forget his name.
Andre, said Francis.
Yes, André.
When he was hanged across the Tappin,
the old gentleman was near hand to going crazy about it,
and didn't sleep for night nor day till Harvey got back,
and then his money was mostly gone.
golden guineas. But the skinners took it all, and now he's a beggar, or what's the same thing,
despisable for poverty and want. To this speech, Francis made no reply, but continued her walk
up the hill, deeply engaged in her own reflections. The allusion to André had recalled her
thoughts to the situation of her own brother. They soon reached the highest point in their toilsome progress
to the summit, and Francis seated herself on a rock to rest and to admire.
Immediately at her feet lay a deep dell, but little altered by cultivation, and dark with the
gloom of a November sunset. Another hill rose opposite to the place where she sat, at no great
distance, along whose rugged sides nothing was to be seen but shapeless rocks, and oaks whose
stunted growth showed a meager soil. To be seen in their perfection, the highlands must be
passed immediately after the fall of the leaf. The scene is then the finest, for neither the scanty
foliage which the summer lends the trees, nor the snows of winter are present to conceal
the minutest objects from the eye. Chilling solitude is the characteristic of the scenery,
nor is the minded liberty as in March
to look forward to a renewed vegetation
that is soon to check without improving the view.
The day had been cloudy and cool
and thin, fleecy clouds hung around the horizon,
often promising to disperse,
but as frequently disappointing, Francis,
in the hope of catching a parting beam from the setting sun.
At length a solitary gleam
struck on the base of the mountain
on which she was gazing, and moved gracefully up its side, until reaching the summit,
it stood for a minute, forming a crown of glory to the somber pile.
So strong were the rays that what was before indistinct now clearly open to the view.
With a feeling of awe at being thus unexpectedly admitted, as it were, into the secrets of that
desert place, Francis gazed intently.
until, among the scattered trees and fantastic rocks,
something like a rude structure was seen.
It was low and so obscured by the color of its materials
that but for its roof and the glittering of a window,
it must have escaped her notice.
While yet lost in the astonishment created
by discovering a habitation in such a spot,
on moving her eyes,
she perceived another object that increased,
her wonder. It apparently was a human figure, but of singular mold and unusual deformity.
It stood on the edge of a rock, a little above the hut, and it was no difficult task for our
heroine to fancy it was gazing at the vehicles that were ascending the side of the mountain beneath
her. The distance, however, was too great to distinguish with precision. After looking at it a moment
in breathless wonder, Francis had just come to the conclusion that it was ideal,
and that what she saw was a part of the rock itself, when the object moved swiftly from its
position and glided into the hut, at once removing every doubt as to the nature of either.
Whether it was owing to the recent conversation that she had been holding with Katie,
or to some fancied resemblance that she discerned, Francis thought as the figure vanished from her
view that it bore a marked likeness to birch, moving under the weight of his pack.
She continued to gaze towards the mysterious residence when the gleam of light passed away,
and at the same instant the tones of a bugle rang through the glens and hollows,
and were re-echoed in every direction.
Springing on her feet the alarmed girl heard the trampling of horses,
and directly a party in the well-known uniform of the Virginians
came sweeping round the point of a rock near her
and drew up at a short distance.
Again the bugle sounded a lively strain,
and before the agitated Francis had time to rally her thoughts,
Dunwoody dashed by the party of dragoons,
threw himself from his charger, and advanced to her side.
His manner was earnest and interested,
but in a slight degree constrained.
In a few words he explained that he had been ordered up
with a party of Lawton's men
in the absence of the captain himself
to attend the trial of Henry,
which was fixed for the morrow.
And that, anxious for their safety in the rude passes of the mountain,
he had ridden a mile or two in quest of the travellers.
Francis explained, with trembling voice,
the reason of her being in advance,
and taught him momentarily to expect
the arrival of her father. The constraint of his manner had, however, unwillingly on her part,
communicated itself to her own deportment, and the approach of the chariot was a relief to both.
The Major handed her in, spoke a few words of encouragement to Mr. Wharton and Miss Peyton,
and, again mounting, led the way towards the plains of Fishkill, which broke on their sight,
on turning the rock with the effect of enchantment.
A short half-hour brought them to the door of the farmhouse,
which the care of Dunwoody had already prepared for their reception,
and where Captain Warden was anxiously expecting their arrival.
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These limbs are strengthened with a soldier's toil, nor has this cheek ever blanched with fear.
But this sad tale of thine enervates all within me that I once could boast as man.
Chill, trembling agues seize upon my frame, and tears of childish sorrow pour apace
through scarred channels that were marked by wounds.
Duo.
The friends of Henry Wharton had placed so much reliance on his innocence
that they were unable to see the full danger of his situation.
As the moment of trial, however, approached,
the uneasiness of the youth himself increased,
and after spending most of the night with his afflicted family,
he awoke on the following morning,
from a short and disturbed slumber
to a clearer sense of his condition
and a survey of the means that were to extricate him from it with life.
The rank of André and the importance of the measures he was plotting,
together with the powerful intercessions that had been made in his behalf,
occasioned his execution to be stamped with greater notoriety
than the ordinary events of the war.
But spies were frequently arrested,
and the instances that occurred of summary punishment for this crime
were numerous. These were facts that were well known to both Dunwoody and the prisoner,
and to their experienced judgments, the preparations for the trial were indeed alarming.
Notwithstanding their apprehensions, they succeeded so far in concealing them
that neither Miss Peyton nor Francis was aware of their extent.
A strong guard was stationed in the outbuilding of the farmhouse where the prisoner was quartered,
and several sentinels watched the avenues,
that approached the dwelling. Another was constantly near the room of the British officer.
A court was already detailed to examine into the circumstances, and upon their decision,
the fate of Henry rested. The moment at length arrived, and the different actors in the approaching
investigation assembled. Francis experienced a feeling like suffocation, as after taking
her seat in the midst of her family, her eyes wandered over the group who were thus collected.
The judges, three in number, sat by themselves, clad in the vestments of their profession,
and maintained a gravity worthy of the occasion and becoming in their rank.
In the center was a man of advanced years, and whose whole exterior bore the stamp of
early and long-tried military habits. This was the president of the court, and for
Francis, after taking a hasty and unsatisfactory view of his associates, turned to his benevolent
countenance as to the harbinger of mercy to her brother. There was a melting and subdued expression
in the features of the veteran that contrasted with the rigid decency and composure of the others
could not fail to attract her notice. His attire was strictly in conformity to the prescribed rules
of the service to which he belonged, but while his air was erect,
and military, his fingers trifled with a kind of convulsive and unconscious motion with a bit
of crape that entwined the hilt of the sword on which his body partly reclined, and which, like himself,
seemed a relic of older times. There were the workings of an unquiet soul within, but his military
front blended with awe the pity that its exhibition excited. His associates were officers
selected from the eastern troops, who held the fortresses of West Point and the adjacent passers,
they were men who had attained the meridian of life,
and the eye sought in vain the expression of any passion or emotion
on which it might seize as an indication of human infirmity.
In their demeanor there was a mild but a grave intellectual reserve.
If there was no ferocity nor harshness to chill,
neither was their compassion nor interest to attract.
They were men who had long acted under the dominion of a prudent reason
and whose feelings seemed trained to a perfect submission to their judgments.
Before these arbiter's of his fate,
Henry Wharton was ushered under the custody of armed men.
A profound and awful silence succeeded his entrance,
and the blood of Francis chilled,
as she noted the grave character of the whole proceedings.
There was but little of pomp in the preparations
to impress her imagination,
but the reserved, business-like air of the whole scene
made it seem indeed as if the destinies of life awaited the result.
Two of the judges sat in grave reserve,
fixing their inquiring eyes on the object of their investigation.
But the president continued gazing around
with uneasy, convulsive motions of the muscles of the face
that indicated a restlessness foreign to his years and duty.
It was Colonel Singleton.
who but the day before had learned the fate of Isabella,
and who stood forth in the discharge of a duty that his country required at his hands.
The silence and the expectation in every eye at length struck him,
and making an effort to collect himself,
he spoke in the tones of one used to authority.
Bring forth the prisoner, he said, with the wave of the hand.
The sentinels dropped the points of their bayonets,
towards the judges, and Henry Wharton advanced with a firm step into the center of the apartment.
All was now anxiety and eager curiosity.
Francis turned for a moment in grateful emotion as the deep and perturbed breathing of Dunwoody
reached her ears, but her brother again concentrated all her interest in one feeling of
intense care.
In the background were arranged the inmates of the family who owned the dwelling, and
behind them again was a row of shining faces of ebony, glistening with pleased wonder.
Amongst these was the faded luster of Caesar Thompson's countenance.
"'You are said,' continued the President,
"'to be Henry Wharton, a captain in his Britannic Majesty's Sixtieth Regiment of Foot.
"'I am.'
"'I like your candour, sir. It partakes of the honourable feelings of a soldier.
and cannot fail to impress your judges favorably.
It would be prudent, said one of his companions,
to advise the prisoner that he is bound to answer no more than he deems necessary.
Although we are a court of martial law, yet in this respect,
we own the principles of all free governments.
A nod of approbation from the silent member was bestowed on this remark,
and the president proceeded with caution,
referring to the minutes he held in his hand.
It is an accusation against you that, being an officer of the enemy, you passed the pickets of the American army at the White Plains in disguise on the 29th of October last, whereby you are suspected of views hostile to the interests of America and have subjected yourself to the punishment of a spy.
The mild but steady tones of the speaker, as he slowly repeated the substance of this charge,
were full of authority. The accusation was so plain, the facts so limited, the proof so obvious,
and the penalty so well established that escape seemed impossible. But Henry replied, with earnest
grace, "'That I passed your pickets in disguise is true, but peace,' interrupted the president.
The usages of war are stern enough in themselves.
You need not aid them to your own condemnation.
The prisoner can retract that declaration, if he please, remarked another judge.
His confession, if taken, goes fully to prove the charge.
I retract nothing that is true, said Henry, proudly.
The two nameless judges heard him in silent composure,
yet there was no exultation mingled with their gravity.
The president now appeared,
however, to take new interest in the scene.
Your sentiment is noble, sir, he said.
I only regret that a youthful soldier should so far be misled by loyalty as to lend himself
to the purposes of deceit.
Deceit, echoed Wharton, I thought it prudent to guard against capture from my enemies.
A soldier, Captain Wharton, should never meet his enemy but openly, and with arms in his
hands.
I have served two kings of England as I now serve my native land,
but never did I approach a foe unless under light of the sun
and with honest notice that an enemy was nigh.
You are at liberty to explain what your motives were,
in entering the ground held by our army in disguise,
said the other judge with a slight movement of the muscles of his mouth.
I am the son of this aged man before you, continued Henry.
It was to visit him,
that I encountered the danger, besides the country below is seldom held by your troops, and its
very name implies a right to either party to move at pleasure over its territory.
Its name, as a neutral ground, is unauthorized by law. It is an appellation that originates
with the condition of the country, but wherever an army goes, it carries its rights along,
and the first is the ability to protect itself.
am no casualist sir returned the youth but i feel that my father is entitled to my affection and i would encounter greater risks to prove it to him in his old age
a very commendable spirit cried the veteran come gentlemen this business brightens i confess at first it was very bad but no man can censor him for desiring to see his parents and have you proof that such only was your intention
"'Yes, here,' said Henry, admitting a ray of hope,
"'here is proof. My father, my sister, Major Dunwoody, all know it.'
"'Then, indeed,' returned his immovable judge,
"'we may be able to save you. It would be well, sir, to examine further into this business.'
"'Certainly,' said the President with alacrity,
"'let the elder Mr. Wharton approach and take the oath.'
The father made an effort at composure, and advancing with a feeble step, he complied with the necessary forms of the court.
You are the father of the prisoner, said Colonel Singleton in a subdued voice, after pausing a moment in respect for the agitation of the witness.
He is my only son.
And what do you know of his visit to your house on the 29th day of October last?
He came, as he told you, to see me and.
and his sisters. Was he in disguise? asked the other judge. He did not wear the uniform of the
sixtieth. To see his sisters, too, said the president with great emotion, have you daughters, sir?
I have two. Both are in this house. Had he a wig, interrupted the officer. There was some such thing,
I do believe, upon his head. And how long had you,
been separated? asked the President, one year and two months. Did he wear a loose great coat of
coarse materials? inquired the officer referring to the paper that contained the charges.
There was an overcoat. And you think that it was to see you only, that he came out?
Me and my daughters. A boy of spirit, whispered the President to his silent comrade,
I see but little harm in such a freak.
T'was imprudent, but then it was kind.
Do you know that your son was entrusted
with no commission from Sir Henry Clinton,
and that the visit to you was not merely a cloak to other designs?
How can I know it? said Mr. Wharton in alarm.
Would Sir Henry entrust me with such a business?
Know you anything of this pass?
exhibiting the paper that Dunwoody had retained when Wharton was taken.
"'Nothing, upon my honour, nothing,' cried the father,
shrinking from the paper as from contagion. On your oath, nothing. Have you other testimony?
This does not avail you, Captain Wharton. You have been taken in a situation where your life is forfeited.
The labor of proving your innocence rests with yourself. Take time to reflect, and put you.
be cool. There was a frightful calmness in the manner of this judge that appalled the prisoner.
In the sympathy of Colonel Singleton, he could easily lose sight of his danger, but the obdurate and
collected air of the others was ominous of his fate. He continued, silent, casting imploring
glances towards his friend. Dunwoody understood the appeal and offered himself as a witness.
He was sworn and desired to relate what he knew.
His statement did not materially alter the case, and Dunwoody felt that it could not.
To him personally but little was known, and that little, rather militated against the safety of Henry than otherwise,
his account was listened to in silence, and the significant shake of the head that was made by the silent member
spoke to plainly what effect it had produced.
Still, you think that the soldier had no other object than what he has avowed, said the President,
when he had ended.
None other, I will pledge my life, cried the Major with fervor.
Will you swear it? asked the immovable judge.
How can I? God alone can tell the heart, but I have known this gentleman from a
boy. Deceit never formed part of his character. He is above it. You say that he was escaped and was retaken in
open arms, said the president. He was, nay, he received a wound in the combat. You see he yet
moves his arm with difficulty. Would he think you, sir, have trusted himself where he could fall again
into our hands and less conscious of innocence? Would André have deserted a field of
battle major dunwoody had he encountered such an event near tarrytown asked his deliberate examiner is it not natural to youth to seek glory do you call this glory exclaimed the major an ignominious death and a tarnished name
major donwoody returned the other still with inveterate gravity you have acted nobly your duty has been arduous and
severe, but it has been faithfully and honorably discharged.
Ours must not be less so.
During the examination the most intense interest prevailed among the hearers.
With that kind of feeling which could not separate the principle from the cause,
most of the auditors thought that if Dunwoody failed to move the hearts of Henry's judges,
no other possessed the power.
Caesar thrust his misshapen form forward and his features so expressive of the
he felt, and so different from the vacant curiosity pictured in the countenance of the other blacks,
caught the attention of the silent judge. For the first time, he spoke. Let that black be brought
forward. It was too late to retreat, and Caesar found himself confronted with a row of rebel
officers before he knew what was uppermost in his thoughts. The others yielded the examination to the one
who suggested it, and using all due deliberation he proceeded accordingly. You know,
the prisoner? I think he ought, returned the Black in a manner as sententious as that of his
examiner. Did he give you the wig when he threw it aside? I don't want him, grumbled Caesar,
got a very good hair self. Were you employed in carrying any letters or messages of any kind
while Captain Wharton was in your master's house? I do what to tell me, returned the Black.
but what did they tell you to do some time a wanting some time another enough said colonel singleton with dignity you have the noble acknowledgment of a gentleman what more can you obtain from this slave
captain wharton you perceive the unfortunate impression against you have you other testimony to adduce to henry there now remained but little hope his confidence in his secure
was fast ebbing. But with an indefinite expectation of assistance from the loveliness of his sister,
he fixed an earnest gaze on the pallid features of Francis. She arose, and with a tottering step
moved towards the judges. The paleness of her cheek continued but for a moment, and gave place
to a flush of fire, and with a light but firm tread she stood before them. Raising her hand to her
polished forehead Francis threw aside her exuberant locks, and displayed a picture of beauty and
innocence to their view that might have moved even sterner natures. The president shrouded his
eyes for a moment, as if the wild eye and speaking countenance recalled the image of another.
The movement was transient, and recovering himself with an earnestness that betrayed his secret
wishes. To you, then, your brother previously communicated his intention of paying your family a secret
visit? No, no, said Francis, pressing her hand on her brain as if to collect her thoughts,
he told me nothing. We knew not of the visit until he arrived, but can it be necessary to explain
to gallant men that a child would incur a hazard to meet his only parent, and that in times like
these, and in a situation like ours? But was this the first time? Did he never even talk of doing
so before? inquired the colonel, leaning towards her with paternal interest.
Certainly, certainly, cried Francis, catching the expression of his own benevolent countenance,
this is but the fourth of his visits. I knew it, exclaimed the veteran, rubbing his hands with
delight. An adventurous, warm-hearted son, I warrant me, gentlemen, a fiery soldier in the field.
In what disguises did he come? In none, for none were then necessary, the royal troops covered the
country and gave him safe passage. And was this the first of his visits out of the uniform of his
regiment? asked the colonel, in a suppressed voice, avoiding the penetrating looks of his companions.
"'Oh, the very first!' exclaimed the eager girl.
"'His first offence, I do assure you, if offence it be.
"'But you wrote him, you urged the visit.'
"'Surely, young lady, you wished to see your brother,' added the impatient colonel.
"'That we wished it and prayed for it, oh, how fervently we prayed for it, is true,
"'but to have held communion with the royal army would have endangered our father, and we dared not.'
Did he leave the house until taken, or had he intercourse with any out of your own dwelling?
With none, no one, excepting our neighbor, the peddler, Birch.
With whom? exclaimed the colonel, turning pale and shrinking as from the sting of an adder.
Dunwoody groaned aloud, and striking his head with his hand, cried in piercing tones,
he is lost, and rushed from the apartment.
But Harvey Birch?
repeated Francis, gazing wildly at the door
through which her lover had disappeared.
Harvey Birch echoed all the judges.
The two immovable members of the court exchanged looks
and threw an inquisitive glance at the prisoner.
To you, gentlemen, it can be no new intelligence
to hear that Harvey Birch is suspected of favoring the royal cause,
said Henry, again advancing before the judges,
for he has already been condemned by your tribunals
to the faith that I now see away
myself. I will therefore
explain. It was by his
assistance I procured the disguise and
passed your pickets. But to my
dying moments, and with my dying breath
I will avow that my
intentions were as pure as the
innocent being before you.
Captain Wharton, said
the President solemnly,
the enemies of American liberty
have made mighty and
subtle efforts to overthrow our
power. A more
dangerous man, for his
means and education is not ranked among our foes than this peddler of Westchester.
He is a spy, artful, delusive, and penetrating, beyond the abilities of any of his class.
Sir Henry could not do better than to associate him with the officer in his next attempt.
He would have saved Andre.
Indeed, young man, this is a connection that may prove fatal to you.
the honest indignation that beamed on the countenance of the aged warrior was met by a look of perfect conviction on the part of his comrades i have ruined him cried francis clasping her hands in terror do you desert us then he is lost indeed forbear lovely innocent forbear said the colonel with strong emotion you injure none but distress us all
"'Is it then such a crime to possess natural affection?' said Francis wildly.
"'Would Washington the noble, upright, impartial Washington judge so harshly, delay till Washington can hear his tale?'
"'It is impossible,' said the president, covering his eyes as if to hide her beauty from his view.
"'Impossible? Oh, but for a week suspend your judgment on my knees. I entreat you,
as you will expect mercy yourself when no human power can avail you.
Give him but a day.
It is impossible, repeated the colonel in a voice that was nearly choked.
Our orders are peremptory, and too long delay has been given already.
He turned from the kneeling suppliant, but could not or would not extricate that hand
that she grasped with frenzied fervor.
Remand your prisoner, said one of the judges to the officer.
officer who had the charge of Henry. Colonel Singleton, shall we withdraw?
Singleton! Singleton, echoed Francis, then you are a father, and know how to pity a father's
woes. You cannot, will not, wound a heart that is now nearly crushed. Hear me, Colonel
Singleton, as God will listen to your dying prayers, hear me and spare my brother. Remove her,
said the colonel gently endeavoring to extricate his hand,
but none appeared disposed to obey.
Francis eagerly strove to read the expression of his averted face
and resisted all his efforts to retire.
Colonel Singleton!
How lately was your own son in suffering and in danger?
Under the roof of my father, he was cherished.
Under my father's roof, he found shelter and protection.
Oh, suppose that son,
the pride of your age, the solace and protection of your infant children, and then pronounce my brother
guilty, if you dare.
What right has heath to make an executioner of me? exclaimed the veteran fiercely,
rising with a face flushed like fire and every vein and artery swollen with suppressed
emotion.
But I forget myself.
Come, gentlemen, let us mount.
our painful duty must be done.
Mount not, go not, shrieked Francis.
Can you tear a son from his parent,
a brother from his sister, so coldly?
Is this the cause I have so ardently loved?
Are these the men that I have been taught to reverence?
But you relent, you do hear me, you will pity and forgive.
Lead on, gentlemen, said the colonel,
motioning towards the door and erecting himself into an air of military grandeur in the vain hope of quieting his feelings.
Lead not on but hear me, cried Francis, grasping his hand convulsively.
Colonel Singleton, you are a father, pity, mercy, mercy for the son, mercy for the daughter.
Yes, you had a daughter. On this bosom she poured out her last breath.
These hands closed her eyes, these very hands, that are now clasped in prayer.
Did those offices for her that you condemn my poor, poor brother to require?
One mighty emotion the veteran struggled with and quelled, but with a groan that shook his whole frame.
He even looked around in conscious pride at his victory, but a second burst of feeling conquered.
his head white with the frost of seventy winters sank upon the shoulder of the frantic suppliant the sword that had been his companion in so many fields of blood dropped from his nerveless hand as he cried may god bless you for the deed he wept aloud
long and violent was the indulgence that colonel singleton yielded to his feelings on recovering he gave the senseless francis into the arms of her aunt and turning with an air of fortitude to his comrades he said still gentlemen
we have our duty as officers to discharge our feelings as men may be indulged hereafter what is your pleasure with the prisoner one of the judges placed in his hand a written
sentence that he had prepared while the colonel was engaged with Francis and declared it to be
the opinion of himself and his companion. It briefly stated that Henry Wharton had been
detected in passing the lines of the American army as a spy and in disguise, that thereby
according to the laws of war, he was liable to suffer death, and that this court adjudged him to
the penalty, recommending him to be executed by hanging before nine o'clock on the following morning.
It was not usual to inflict capital punishments, even on the enemy, without referring the case to the commander-in-chief for his approbation, or in his absence to the officer commanding for the time being, but as Washington held his headquarters at New Windsor, on the western bank of the Hudson, there was sufficient time to receive his answer.
This is short notice, said the veteran, holding the pen in his hand, in a suspense that had no object.
Not a day to fit one so young for heaven?
The royal officers gave hail but an hour, returned his comrade.
Footnote.
An American officer of this name was detected within the British lines in disguise in search of military information.
He was tried and executed, as stated in the time.
text as soon as the preparations could be made. It is said that he was reproached under the gallows
with dishonoring the rank he held by his fate. What a death for an officer to die, said one of his
captors. Gentlemen, any death is honorable when a man dies in a cause like that of America,
was his answer. Andre was executed amid the tears of his enemies. Hale died unpityed, and with
reproaches in his ears, and yet one was the victim of ambition and the other of devotion to his
country. Posterity will do justice between them. End footnote. We have granted the usual time,
but Washington has the power to extend it or to pardon. Then to Washington I will go,
cried the colonel, returning the paper with his signature, and if the services of an old man like me,
or that brave boy of mine,
entitle me to his ear,
I will yet save the youth.
So saying he departed,
full of his generous intentions
in favor of Henry Wharton.
The sentence of the court was communicated
with proper tenderness to the prisoner,
and after giving a few necessary instructions
to the officer in command,
and dispatching a courier to headquarters with their report,
the remaining judges mounted
and rode to their own quarters,
with the same unmoved exterior, but with the consciousness of the same dispassionate integrity
that they had maintained throughout the trial.
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by james fenimore cooper chapter twenty seven have you no counterman for claudio yet but he must die to-morrow measure for measure
a few hours were passed by the prisoner after his sentence was received in the bosom of his family mr wharton wept in hopeless despondency over the untimely fate of his son and francis after recovering from her insensibility experienced an anguish of feeling to which the bitterness of death itself was
would have been comparatively light. Miss Peyton alone retained a vestige of hope or presence of mind
to suggest what might be proper to be done under their circumstances. The comparative composure
of the good aunt arose in no degree from any want of interest in the welfare of her nephew,
but it was founded in a kind of instinctive dependence on the character of Washington. He was a native
of the same colony with herself, and although his early military services and her frequent visits
to the family of her sister and subsequent establishment at its head had prevented their ever meeting.
Still, she was familiar with his domestic virtues, and well knew that the rigid in flexibility
for which his public acts were distinguished formed no part of his reputation in private life.
He was known in Virginia as a consistent but just and lenient master, and she felt a kind of pride
in associating in her mind her countrymen with the man who led the armies,
and in a great measure controlled the destinies of america she knew that henry was innocent of the crime for which he was condemned to suffer and with that kind of simple faith that is ever to be found in the most ingenuous characters
could not conceive of those constructions and interpretations of law that inflicted punishment without the actual existence of crime but even her confiding hopes were doomed to meet with a speedy termination towards noon a regiment of militia
that were quartered on the banks of the river, moved to the ground in front of the house that
held our heroine and her family, and deliberately pitched their tents with the avowed intention
of remaining until the following morning, to give solemnity and effect to the execution
of a British spy. Dunwoody had performed all that was required of him by his orders,
and was at liberty to retrace his steps to his expectant squadron, which was impatiently waiting
his return to be led against a detachment of the enemy that was known to be slowly moving up
the banks of the river in order to cover a party of foragers in its rear. He was accompanied by a
small party of Lawton's troop under the expectation that their testimony might be required to convict
the prisoner. And Mason, the lieutenant, was in command, but the confession of Captain Wharton
had removed the necessity of examining any witnesses on behalf of the people. Footnote. In America,
justice is administered in the name of
the good people, etc., etc.,
the sovereignty residing with them.
End footnote.
The major, from an unwillingness
to encounter the distress of Henry's friends
and a dread of trusting himself within its influence,
had spent the time we have mentioned
in walking by himself, in keen anxiety,
at a short distance from the dwelling.
Like Miss Peyton, he had some reliance
on the mercy of Washington,
although moments of terrific doubt and despondency were continually crossing his mind. To him the
rules of service were familiar, and he was more accustomed to consider his general in the capacity
of a ruler than as exhibiting the characteristics of the individual. A dreadful instance had too
recently occurred, which fully proved that Washington was above the weakness of sparing another
in mercy to himself. While pacing with hurried steps through the orchard, laboring under these,
constantly recurring doubts enlivened by transient rays of hope mason approached accoutred completely for the saddle thinking you might have forgotten the news brought this morning from below sir i have taken the liberty to order the detachment under arms said the lieutenant very coolly cutting down with his sheathed to sabre the mullian tops that grew within his reach what news cried the major starting only that john bull is out in westchester
with a train of wagons, which, if he fills, will compel us to retire through these
cursed hills in search of Provinder. These greedy Englishmen are so shut up on Newark Island
that when they do venture out, they seldom leave straw enough to furnish the bed of a Yankee
heiress. Where did the express leave them, did you say? The intelligence has entirely escaped my
memory. On the heights above Singsing, returned the lieutenant with no little amazement.
The road below looks like a hay market, and all the swine are sighing forth their lamentations, as
the corn passes them towards King's Bridge.
George Singleton's orderly, who brought up the tidings,
says that our horses were holding consultation
if they should not go down without their riders and eat another meal,
for it is questionable with them whether they can get a full stomach again.
If they are suffered to get back with their plunder,
we shall not be able to find a piece of pork at Christmas fat enough to fry itself.
Peace with all this nonsense of Singleton's orderly, Mr. Mason,
cried Dunwoody impatiently.
him learned to wait the orders of his superiors. I beg pardon in his name, Major Dunwoody, said the subaltern.
But, like myself, he was in error. We both thought it was the order of General Heath to attack
and molest the enemy whenever he ventured out of his nest. Recollect yourself, Lieutenant Mason,
said the Major, or I may have to teach you that your orders pass through me. I know it, Major Don
Woody, I know it, and I am sorry that your memory is so bad as to forget that I never have yet
hesitated to obey them.
"'Forgive me, Mason,' cried Dunwoody, taking both his hands.
"'I do know you for a brave and obedient soldier.
"'Forget my humor.
"'But this business—'
"'Had you ever a friend—'
"'Nay, nay,' interrupted the lieutenant.
"'Forgive me in my honest zeal.
"'I knew of the orders and was fearful that censure might fall on my officer.
but remain, and let a man be this syllable against the core, and every sword will start from the
scabbard of itself. Besides, they are still moving up, and it is a long road from Croton to King's Bridge.
Happen what may I see plainly that we shall be on their heels before they are housed again.
Oh, that the coir was returned from headquarters, exclaimed Dunwoody. This suspense is insupportable.
You have your wish, cried Mason. Here he is at the moment, and riding like the bearer of good news,
God send it may be so, for I can't say that I particularly like myself to see a brave young man dancing upon nothing.
Dunwoody heard but very little of this feeling declaration, for ere half of it was uttered, he had leaped the fence and stood before the messenger.
What news? cried the Major the moment that the soldier stopped his horse.
Good! exclaimed the man, and feeling no hesitation to entrust an officer so well known as Major Dunwoody,
he placed the paper in his hands, as he added,
but you can read it, sir, for yourself.
Dunwody paused not to read,
but flew with the elastic spring of joy to the chamber of the prisoner.
The sentinel knew him, and he was suffered to pass without question.
Oh, Peyton, cried Francis as he entered the apartment.
You look like a messenger from heaven, bring you tidings of mercy.
Here, Francis, here, Henry.
Here, dear cousin Jeanette, cried the youth,
as with trembling hands he broke the seal.
Here is the letter itself, directed to the captain of the guard.
but listen. All did listen with intense anxiety, and the pang of blasted hope was added to their misery,
as they saw the glow of delight which had beamed on the countenance of the major,
give place to a look of horror. The page contained the sentence of the court,
and underneath was written these simple words.
Approved. George Washington.
He's lost, he's lost, cried Francis, sinking into the arms of her aunt.
My son, my son, sobbed the father.
There is mercy in heaven if there is none on earth.
May Washington never want, that mercy he thus denies to my innocent child.
Washington echoed Dunwoody, gazing around him in vacant horror.
Yes, tis the act of Washington.
himself. These are his characters. His very name is here to sanction the dreadful deed.
Cruel, cruel, Washington, cried Miss Peyton. How has familiarity with blood changed his nature.
Blame him not, said Dunwoody. It is the general and not the man, my life on it. He feels the
blow he is compelled to inflict. I have been deceived in him, cried Francis. He is not the
savior of his country but a cold and merciless tyrant. Oh, Peyton! Payton, how have you misled me in his
character? Peace, dear Francis, peace for God's sake. Use not such language. He is but the guardian of the law.
You speak the truth, Major Dunwoody, said Henry, recovering from the shock of having his last ray of
hope extinguished, and advancing from his seat by the side of his father. I, who am to suffer,
blame him not. Every indulgence has been granted me.
that I can ask. On the verge of the grave, I cannot continue unjust, at such a moment, with so recent an
instance of danger to your cause from treason, I wonder not at Washington's unbending justice.
Nothing now remains but to prepare for that fate which so speedily awaits me. To you, Major Dunwoody,
I make my first request. Name it, said the Major, giving utterance with difficulty. Henry turned,
and pointing to the group of weeping mourners near him, he continued.
Be a son to this aged man, help his weakness, and defend him from any usage to which the
stigma thrown upon me may subject him. He has not many friends amongst the rulers of this
country. Let your powerful name be found among them. It shall. And this helpless, innocent,
continued Henry, pointing to where Sarah sat, unconscious of what was passing,
I had hoped for an opportunity to revenge her wrongs, a flush of excitement passed over his features,
but such thoughts are evil. I feel them to be wrong. Under your care, Peyton, she will find
sympathy and refuge. She shall, whispered Dunwoody. This good aunt has claims upon you already,
of her I will not speak, but here, taking the hand of Francis and dwelling upon her countenance
with an expression of fraternal affection.
Here is the choicest gift of all.
Take her to your bosom and cherish her
as you would cultivate innocence and virtue.
The Major could not repress the eagerness
with which he extended his hand
to receive the precious boon,
but Francis, shrinking from his touch,
hid her face in the bosom of her aunt.
No, no, no, she murmured.
None can ever be anything to me
who aided my brother's destruction.
Henry continued gazing at her in tender pity for several moments,
before he again resumed a discourse that all felt was most peculiarly his own.
I have been mistaken, then.
I did think, Peyton, that you're worth, your noble devotion to a cause that you have been
taught to revere, that your kindness to our father, when in imprisonment,
your friendship for me, in short, that your character was understood and valued by my sister,
It is, it is, whispered Francis, burying her face still deeper in the bosom of her aunt.
I believe, dear Henry, said Dunwoody, this is a subject that had better not be dwelt upon now.
You forget, returned the prisoner with a faint smile, how much I have to do, and how little time is left to do it in.
I apprehend, continued the Major with a face of fire, that Miss Wharton has imbibed some of
opinions of me that would make a compliance with your request irksome to her, opinions that it is
now too late to alter.
No, no, no, cried Francis quickly.
You are exonerated, Peyton.
With her dying breath, she removed my doubts.
Generous Isabella, murmured Dunwoody.
But still, Henry, spare your sister now.
Nay, spare even me.
I speak in pity to myself, returned the brother, gently removing Francis from the arms of her
aunt. What a time is this to leave two such lovely females without a protector?
Their abode is destroyed, and misery will speedily deprive them of their last male friend,
looking at his father. Can I die in peace with the knowledge of the danger to which they will be
exposed? You forget me, said Miss Peyton, shrinking at the idea of celebrating nuptials at such a moment.
No, my dear aunt, I forget you not, nor shall I, until I cease to remember,
But you forget the times and the danger.
The good woman who lives in this house has already dispatched a messenger for a man of God
to smooth my passage to another world.
Francis, if you would wish me to die in peace,
to feel a security that will allow me to turn my whole thoughts to heaven,
you will let this clergyman unite you to Dunwoody.
Francis shook her head, but remained silent.
I ask for no joy, no demonstration of a felicity that you will not,
cannot feel for months to come but obtain a right to this powerful name give him an undisputed title to protect you again the maid made an impressive gesture of denial
for the sake of that unconscious sufferer pointing to sarah for your sake for my sake my sister peace henry or you will break my heart cried the agitated girl not for worlds would i at such a moment engage in the solemn vows that you wish
It would render me miserable for life.
You love him not, said Henry reproachfully.
I ceased to importune you to do what is against your inclinations.
Francis raised one hand to conceal her countenance,
as she extended the other towards Dunwoody, and said earnestly,
Now you are unjust to me, before you were unjust to yourself.
Promise me then, said Wharton, musing a while in silence,
that as soon as the recollection of my fate is softened you will give my friend that hand for life and i am satisfied i do promise said francis withdrawing the hand that dunwoody delicately relinquished without even presuming to press it to his lips
well then my good aunt continued henry will you leave me for a short time alone with my friend i have a few melancholy commissions with which to entrust him and would spare you and my sister the pain of hearing them
There is yet time to see Washington again, said Miss Peyton, moving towards the door,
and then speaking with extreme dignity, she continued,
I will go myself. Surely he must listen to a woman from his own colony,
and we were in some degree connected with his family.
Why not apply to Mr. Harper, said Francis, recollecting the parting words of their guest,
for the first time?
Harper, echoed Dunwoody, turning towards her with the swiftness of lightning.
"'What of him? Do you know him?'
"'It is in vain,' said Henry, drawing him aside.
"'Francis clings to hope with the fondness of a sister.
"'Retire my love, and leave me with my friend.'
But Francis read an expression in the eye of Dunwoody
that chained her to the spot.
After struggling to command her feelings, she continued,
"'He stayed with us for two days.
He was with us when Henry was arrested.
"'And did you know him?'
"'Nay,' continued Francis, catching her breath as she witnessed the intent,
tense interest of her lover. We knew him not. He came to us in the night, a stranger,
and remained with us during the severe storm, but he seemed to take an interest in Henry,
and promised him his friendship. What? exclaimed the youth in astonishment. Did he know your brother?
Certainly it was at his request that Henry threw aside his disguise. But, said Dunwoody,
turning pale with suspense, he knew him not as an officer of the royal army? Indeed he did,
cried Miss Peyton, and he cautioned us against this very danger. Dunwoody caught up the fatal paper
that still lay where it had fallen from his own hands, and studied its characters intently.
Something seemed to bewilder his brain. He passed his hand over his forehead, while each eye was
fixed on him in dreadful suspense, all feeling afraid to admit those hopes anew that had been so
sadly destroyed. What said he? What promised he? At length Dunwoody asked, with feverish impatience,
he bid henry apply to him when in danger and promised to requite the son for the hospitality of the father said he this knowing him to be a british officer most certainly and with a view to this very danger
then cried the youth aloud and yielding to his rapture then you are safe then i will save him yes harper will never forget his word but has he the power to said francis can he move the stubborn purpose of washing
can he if he cannot shouted the youth if he cannot who can green and heath and young hamilton are nothing compared to this harper but rushing to his mistress and pressing her hands convulsively repeat to me you say you have his promise surely surely peyton his solemn deliberate promise knowing all the circumstances rest easy cried dunwoody holding her to his bosom for
moment. Rest easy, for Henry is safe. He waited not to explain, but darting from the room he left
the family in amazement, they continued in silent wonder until they heard the feet of his chargers
he dashed from the door with the speed of an arrow. A long time was spent after this abrupt
departure of the youth by the anxious friends he had left in discussing the probability of his
success. The confidence of his manner had, however, communicated to his auditor something of his
own spirit. Each felt the prospects of Henry were again brightening, and with their reviving hopes
they experienced a renewal of spirits which in all but Henry himself amounted to pleasure.
With him, indeed, his state was too awful to admit of trifling, and for a few hours he was
condemned to feel how much more intolerable was suspense than even the certainty of calamity.
Not so with Francis. She, with all the reliance of affection, repose.
in security on the assurance of Dunwoody, without harassing herself with doubts that she possessed
not the means of satisfying. But believing her lover, able to accomplish everything that a man
could do, and retaining a vivid recollection of the manner and benevolent appearance of Harper,
she abandoned herself to all the felicity of renovated hope. The joy of Miss Peyton was more
sobered, and she took frequent occasions to reprove her niece for the exuberance of her spirits,
before there was a certainty that their expectations were to be realized.
But the slight smile that hovered around the lips of the Virgin
contradicted the very sobriety of feeling that she inculcated.
"'Why, dearest aunt,' said Francis playfully,
in reply to one of her frequent reprimands,
"'would you have me repress the pleasure that I feel at Henry's deliverance,
when you yourself have so often declared it to be impossible
that such men as ruled in our country could sacrifice an innocent man?'
nay i did believe it impossible my child and yet think so but still there is a discretion to be shown in joy as well as in sorrow francis recollected the declaration of isabella and turned an eye filled with tears of gratitude on her excellent aunt as she replied
true but there are feelings that will not yield to reason ah here are those monsters who have come to witness the death of a fellow-creature moving around yon field as if life was to them nothing but a military show
it is but little more to the hireling soldier said henry endeavouring to forget his uneasiness you gaze my love as if you thought a military show of some importance said miss peyton observing her niece to be looking from the window with a fixed and abstracted attention
but francis answered not from the window where she stood the past that they had travelled through the highlands was easily to be seen and the mountain which held on its summit the mysterious hut was directly before her it said it saw that they had travelled through the highlands was easily to be seen and the mountain which held on its summit the mysterious hut was directly before her it
side was rugged and barren, huge and apparently impassive barriers of rocks presenting themselves
through the stunted oaks which stripped of their foliage were scattered over its surface.
The base of the hill was not half a mile from the house, and the object which attracted the notice
of Francis was the figure of a man, emerging from behind a rock of remarkable formation,
and, as suddenly, disappearing. The maneuver was several times repeated.
as if it were the intention of the fugitive, for such by his air he seemed to be,
to reconnoiter the proceedings of the soldiery, and assure himself of the position of things on the
plain. Notwithstanding the distance, Francis instantly imbibed the opinion that it was birch.
Perhaps this impression was partly owing to the air and figure of the man, but in a great measure
to the idea that presented itself in formerly beholding the object at the summit of the mountain,
that they were the same figure she was confident, although this wanted the appearance which
in the other she had taken for the pack of the peddler. Harvey had so connected himself with the
mysterious deportment of Harper within her imagination that under circumstances of less agitation
than those in which she had labored since her arrival, she would have kept her suspicions to
herself. Francis therefore sat ruminating on this second appearance in silence and endeavoring to
trace what possible connection this extraordinary man could have with the fortunes of her own family.
He had certainly saved Sarah in some degree from the blow that had partially alighted on her,
and in no instance had he proved himself to be hostile to their interests.
After gazing for a long time at the point where she had last seen the figure, in the vain
expectation of its reappearance, she returned to her friends in the apartment.
Miss Peyton was sitting by Sarah, who gave some slight additional signs of observing what passed,
but who still continued insensible, either to joy or grief.
I suppose by this time, my love, that you are well acquainted with the maneuvers of a regiment,
said Miss Peyton.
It is not a bad quality in a soldier's wife, at all events.
I am not a wife yet, said Francis, coloring to the eyes,
and we have little reason to wish for another wedding in our family.
Francis exclaimed her brother,
starting from his seat and pacing the floor in violent agitation.
Touch not the court again, I entreat you.
While my fate is uncertain, I would wish to be at peace with all men.
Then let the uncertainty cease, cried Francis, bringing to the door,
for here comes Peyton with the joyful intelligence of your release.
The words were hardly uttered.
before the door opened, and the major entered. In his air there was the appearance of neither
success nor defeat, but there was a marked display of vexation. He took the hand that Francis,
in the fullness of her heart, extended towards him, but instantly relinquishing it, threw himself
into a chair, in evident fatigue. "'You have failed,' said Wharton with the bound of his heart,
but an appearance of composure. "'Have you seen Harper?' cried Francis, turning pale. "'I have not.'
I crossed the river in one boat as he must have been coming to this side in another.
I returned without delay and traced him for several miles into the highlands by the western pass,
but there I unaccountably lost him.
I have returned here to relieve your uneasiness, but see him I will, this night, and bring a respite for Henry.
But saw you Washington? asked Miss Peyton.
Dunwoody gazed at her a moment in abstracted musing, and the question was repeated.
He answered gravely, and with some reserved.
the commander-in-chief had left his quarters but peyton cried francis in returning terror if they should not see each other it will be too late harper alone will not be sufficient
Her lover turned his eyes slowly on her anxious countenance, and dwelling a moment on her features, said, still musing,
You say that he promised to assist Henry. Certainly, of his own accord, and in requital for the hospitality he had received.
Dunwoody shook his head and began to look grave. I like not that word hospitality. It has an empty sound. There must be something more reasonable to tie Harper. I dread some mistake.
Repeat to me all that passed.
Francis, in a hurried and earnest voice, complied with his request.
She related particularly the manner of his arrival at the locusts, the reception that he received,
and the events that passed as minutely as her memory could supply her with the means.
As she alluded to the conversation that occurred between her father and his guest,
the Major smiled, but remained silent.
She then gave a detail of Henry's arrival and the events of the following day.
She dwelt upon the part where Harper had desired her brother to throw aside his disguise
and recounted, with wonderful accuracy, his remarks upon the hazard of the step that the youth had taken.
She even remembered a remarkable expression of his to her brother,
that he was safer from Harper's knowledge of his person than he would be without it.
Francis mentioned, with the warmth of youthful admiration,
the benevolent character of his deportment to herself,
and gave a minute relation of his addues to the whole family.
Dunwoody at first listened with grave attention.
Evident satisfaction followed as she proceeded.
When she spoke of herself in connection with their guest,
he smiled with pleasure, and as she concluded,
he exclaimed, with delight,
We are safe, we are safe.
But he was interrupted, as will be seen in the following chapter.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper, Chapter 28.
The owl that loves the gloom of night, the lark salutes the day,
the timid dove will coo at hand, but falcons soar away. Song in duo.
in a country settled like these states by people who fled their native land and much-loved firesides,
victims of consciences and religious zeal, none of the decencies and solemnities of a Christian death are dispensed with,
when circumstances will admit of their exercise. The good woman of the house was a strict adherent to the forms of the church to which she belonged,
and having herself been awakened to a sense of her depravity by the ministry of the divine who,
harangued the people of the adjoining parish, she thought it was from his exhortations only
that salvation could be meted out to the short-lived hopes of Henry Wharton.
Not that the kind-hearted matron was so ignorant of the doctrines of the religion which
she professed as to depend theoretically on mortal aid for protection, but she had, to use her
own phrase, sat so long under the preaching of good Mr. Blank, that she had unconsciously
imbibed a practical reliance on his assistance, for that which her faith should have taught her,
could come from the deity alone. With her the consideration of death was at all times awful,
and the instant that the sentence of the prisoner was promulgated, she dispatched Caesar,
mounted on one of her husband's best horses, in quest of her clerical monitor. This step had been
taken without consulting either Henry or his friends, and it was only when the services of Caesar
were required on some domestic emergency that she explained the nature of his absence.
The youth heard her at first, with an unconquerable reluctance to admit of such a spiritual guide,
but as our view of the things of this life becomes less vivid, our prejudices and habits
ceased to retain their influence, and a civil bow of thanks was finally given in requital
for the considerate care of the well-meaning woman.
The Black returned early from his expedition, and as well as could be gathered from his somewhat
incoherent narrative, a minister of God might be expected to arrive in the course of the day.
The interruption that we mentioned in our preceding chapter was occasioned by the entrance of the
landlady. At the intercession of Dunwoody, orders had been given to the sentinel who guarded the
door of Henry's room, that the members of the prisoner's family should at all times have free access to his
apartment. Caesar was included in this arrangement as a matter of convenience by the officer in
command, but strict inquiry and examination was made into the errand of every other applicant
for admission. The Major had, however, included himself among the relatives of the British
officer, and one pledge that no rescue should be attempted was given in his name for them all.
A short conversation was passing between the woman of the house and the corporal of the guard
before the door that the sentinel had already opened in anticipation of the decision of his
non-commissioned commandant.
Would you refuse the consolations of religion to a fellow creature about to suffer death?
said the matron with earnest zeal.
Would you plunge a soul into the fiery furnace and a minister at hand to point out the straight and
narrow path?
I'll tell you what, good woman, returned the corporal, gently pushing her away.
I've no notion of my back being a highway for any man to walk.
to heaven upon. A pretty figure I should make it the pickets for disobeying orders.
Just step down and ask Lieutenant Mason, and you may bring in a whole congregation.
We have not taken the guard from the foot-soldiers but an hour, and I shouldn't like to have
it said that we know less than the militia.
Admit the woman, said Dunwoody, sternly, observing for the first time that one of his own
corps was on post. The corporal raised his hand to his cap, and fell back in silence.
The soldier stood to his arms, and the matron entered.
"'Here is a reverend gentleman below,
"'come to soothe the parting soul in the place of our own divine,
"'who is engaged with an appointment that could not be put aside,
"'tis to bury old Mr. Blank.
"'Show him in at once,' said Henry, with feverish impatience.
"'But will the sentinel let him pass?
"'I would not wish a friend of Mr. Blank to be rudely stopped on the threshold,
"'and he a stranger.'
All eyes were now turned on Dunwoody, who, looking at his watch, spoke a few words with Henry in an undertone, and hastened from the apartment, followed by Francis.
The subject of their conversation was a wish expressed by the prisoner for a clergyman of his own persuasion, and a promise from the major that one should be sent from Fishkill Town, through which he was about to pass, on his way to the ferry, to intercept the expected return of Harper.
Mason soon made his bow at the door, and willingly complied with the wishes of the landlady,
and the divine was invited to make his appearance accordingly.
The person who was ushered into the apartment, preceded by Caesar, and followed by the matron,
was a man beyond the middle age, who might rather be said to approach the downhill of life.
In stature he was above the size of ordinary men, though his excessive leanness might contribute
in deceiving as to his height.
His countenance was sharp and unbending, and every muscle seemed set in rigid compression.
No joy or relaxation appeared ever to have dwelt on features that frowned habitually,
as if in detestation of the vices of mankind.
The brows were beetling, dark and forbidding, giving the promise of eyes of no less repelling expression,
but the organs were concealed, beneath a pair of enormous green goggles,
through which they glared around with the fierceness that denounced the coming day of wrath.
All was fanaticism, uncharitableness, and denunciation.
Long, lank hair, a mixture of gray and black, fell down his neck,
and in some degree obscured the sides of his face,
and, parting on his forehead, fell in either direction in straight and formal screens.
On the top of this ungraceful exhibition was laid impending forward,
as to overhang in some measure the whole fabric, a large hat of three equal cocks. His coat was of a
rusty black, and his breeches and stockings were of the same color, his shoes without lustre,
and half-concealed beneath huge, plated buckles. He stalked into the room, and, giving a stiff
nod with his head, took the chair offered him by the back, indignified silence. For several minutes
no one broke this ominous pause in the conversation.
Henry, feeling a repugnance to his guest,
that he was vainly endeavoring to conquer,
and the stranger himself drawing forth occasional sighs and groans
that threatened a dissolution of the unequal connection
between his sublimated soul and its ungainly tenement.
During this death-like penetration, Mr. Wharton,
with a feeling nearly allied to that of his son,
led Sarah from the apartment. His retreat was noticed by the divine in a kind of scornful disdain,
who began to hum the air of a popular psalm tune, giving it the full richness of the twang
that distinguishes the Eastern Salmody. Footnote, by Eastern is meant,
The States of New England, which, being originally settled by Puritans, still retain many
distinct shades of character. End of footnote.
Caesar, said Miss Peyton.
hand the gentleman some refreshment he must need it after his ride.
My strength is not in the things of this life, said the divine, speaking in a hollow, sepulchral voice.
Thrice have I this day held forth in my master's service, and fainted not.
Still, tis prudent to help this frail tenement of clay, for surely the least,
laborer is worthy of his hire opening a pair of enormous jaws he took a good measure of the proffered brandy and suffered it to glide downwards with that sort of facility with which man is prone to sin
i apprehend then sir that fatigue will disable you from performing the duties which kindness has inclined you to attempt woman exclaimed the stranger with energy when was i ever known to shrink from a duty but judge not less
be judged, and fancy not that it is given to mortal eyes to fathom the intentions of the deity.
Nay, returned the maiden, meekly and slightly disgusted with his jargon,
I pretend not to judge of either events, or the intentions of my fellow creatures, much less
those of omnipotence.
"'Tis well, woman, tis well,' cried the minister, moving his head with supercilious disdain.
humility becomeeth thy sex and lost condition thy weakness driveth thee on headlong like unto the bosom of destruction surprised at this extraordinary deportment but yielding to that habit which urges us to speak reverently on sacred subjects even when perhaps we had better continue silent miss peyton replied there is a power above that can and will sustain us all in well-doing if we seek its support in human-doing if we seek its support in human beings
humility and truth. The stranger turned a lowering look at the speaker, and then composing himself
into an air of self-abasement, he continued in the same repelling tones. It is not everyone that
cryeth out for mercy that will be heard. The ways of providence are not to be judged by men. Many are
called, but few chosen. It is easier to talk of humility than to feel it.
Are you so humble, vile worm, as to wish to glorify God by your own damnation?
If not, away with you for a publican and a Pharisee.
Such gross fanaticism was uncommon in America, and Miss Peyton began to imbibed the impression
that her guest was deranged.
But remembering that he had been sent by a well-known divine, and one of reputation,
she discarded the idea, and with some forbearance, observed,
I may deceive myself in believing that mercy is proffered to all, but it is so soothing a doctrine that I would not willingly be undeceived.
Mercy is only for the elect, cried the stranger with an unaccountable energy.
And you are in the valley of the shadow of death.
Are you not a follower of idle ceremonies which belong to the vain church that our tyrants would gladly establish here,
along with their stamp acts and tea laws. Answer me that woman, and remember that heaven hears your answer.
Are you not of that idolatrous communion?
I worship at the altars of my fathers, said Miss Peyton, motioning to Henry for silence,
but bow to no other idol than my own infirmities.
Yes, yes, I know ye, self-righteous and papal as ye are, followers of forms and listeners to
bookish preaching, think you, woman, that Holy Paul had notes in his hand to propound the word
to the believers. "'My presence disturbs you,' said Miss Peyton, rising.
"'I will leave you with my nephew, and offer those prayers in private that I did wish to mingle with
his.' So saying she withdrew, followed by the landlady, who was not a little shocked and somewhat
surprised by the intemperate zeal of her new acquaintance. For although the good woman believed that
Miss Peyton and her whole church were, on the high road to destruction, she was by no means
accustomed to hear such offensive and open avowals of their fate. Henry had with difficulty repressed
the indignation excited by this unprovoked attack on his meek and unresisting aunt, but as the
door closed on her retiring figure, he gave way to his feelings. I must confess, sir, he
exclaimed with heat, that in receiving a minister of God, I thought I was admitting a Christian,
and one who, by feeling his own weaknesses, knew how to pity the frailties of others.
You have wounded the meek spirit of an excellent woman, and I acknowledged but little inclination
to mingle in prayer with so intolerant as spirit.
The minister stood erect with grave composure, following with his eyes in a kind of scornful
pity, the retiring females, and suffered the expostulation of the youth to be given, as if
unworthy of his notice. A third voice, however, spoke. Such a denunciation would have driven
many women into fits, but it has answered the purpose well enough, as it is.
Who's that? cried the prisoner in amazement, gazing around the room in quest of the speaker.
It is I, Captain Wharton, said Harvey Birch, removing the spectacles and exhibiting his piercing
eyes, shining under a pair of false eyebrows.
Good heavens! Harvey! Silence! said the peddler solemnly.
Tis a name not to be mentioned, and least of all here, within the heart of the American
Army. Birch paused and gazed around him for a moment with an emotion exceeding the
base passion of fear, and then continued in a gloomy tone.
There are a thousand halters in that very name, and little hope would there be left me of
another escape, should I be again taken. This is a fearful venture that I am making, but I could not
sleep in quiet, and know that an innocent man was about to die the death of a dog when I might save
him. No, said Henry, with a glow of generous feeling on his cheek, if the risk to you be so heavy,
retire as you came, and leave me to my fate. Dunwoody is making even now powerful exertions on my
behalf, and if he meets with Mr. Harper in the course of the night, my liberation is certain.
Harper, echoed the peddler, remaining with his hands raised in the act of replacing the spectacles.
What do you know of Harper? And why do you think he will do you a service? I have his promise.
You remember our recent meeting in my father's dwelling, and he then gave me an unasked promise
to assist me. Yes, but do you know him? That is, why do you think he has the power?
or what reason have you for believing he will remember his word if there ever was the stamp of truth or simple honest benevolence in the countenance of man it shone in his said henry
besides dunwoody has powerful friends in the rebel army and it would be better that i take the chance where i am than thus to expose you to certain death if detected captain wharton said birch looking guardedly around and speaking with impressive seriousness of manner
If I fail you, all fail you. No Harper nor Dunwoody can save your life, unless you get out with me and that within the hour, you die tomorrow on the gallows of a murderer. Yes, such are their laws. The man who fights and kills and plunders is honored. But he who serves his country as a spy, no matter how faithfully, no matter how honestly, lives to be reviled, or die.
like the vilest criminal.
You forget, Mr. Birch, said the youth a little indignantly,
that I am not a treacherous lurking spy, who deceives to betray,
but innocent of the charge imputed to me.
The blood rushed over the pale, meager features of the peddler,
until his face was one glow of fire,
but it passed quickly away as he replied,
I have told you truth.
Caesar met me as he was going on his errand this morning,
and with him I have laid the plight.
which, if executed as I wish, will save you, otherwise you are lost. And I again tell you that
no other power on earth, not even Washington, can save you. I submit, said the prisoner,
yielding to his earnest manner, and goaded by the fears which were thus awakened anew. The peddler
beckoned him to be silent, and walking to the door, opened it with the stiff formal air with
which he had entered the apartment.
Friend, let no one enter, he said to the sentinel.
We are about to go to prayer, and would wish to be alone.
I don't know that any will wish to interrupt you, returned the soldier with a waggish
leer of his eye, but should they be so disposed, I have no power to stop them, if they
be of the prisoner's friends.
I have my orders and must mind them whether the Englishman goes to heaven or not.
"'Oadacious sinner,' said the pretended priest.
"'Have you not the fear of God before your eyes?
"'I tell you as you will dread punishment at the last day
"'to let none of the idolatrous communion enter,
"'to mingle in the prayers of the righteous.'
"'Phew!
"'What a noble commander you'd make for Sergeant Hollister.
"'You'd preach him dumb in a roll call.
"'Harky, I'll thank you not to make such a noise
"'when you hold forth as to drown our bugles,
"'or you may get a poor fellow
a short horn at his grog for not turning out to the evening parade.
If you want to be alone, have you no knife to stick over the door-latch that you must have
a troop of horse to guard your meeting-house? The peddler took the hint and closed the door
immediately, using the precaution suggested by the dragoon.
You overact your part, said young Wharton, in constant apprehension of discovery.
Your zeal is too impertinent. For a foot-soldier, and them Eastern militia, it might be, said Harvey,
turning a bag upside down that Caesar now handed him.
But these dragoons are fellows that you must brag down.
A faint heart, Captain Wharton, would do but little here.
But come, here is a black shroud for your good-looking countenance,
taking at the same time a parchment mask and fitting it to the face of Henry.
The master and the man must change places for a season.
I don't think he looks a bit like me, said Caesar, with disgust
as he surveyed his young master with his new complexion.
stop a minute caesar said the pedlar with a lurking drollery that at times formed part of his manner till we get on the wool he worse than ever now cried the discontented african ha'n't and culled man like a sheep i never see such a lip harvey he most as big as a sausage
great pains had been taken in forming the different articles used in the disguise of captain wharton and when arranged under the skilful superintendence of the peddler they formed together a transformation that would easily escape detection from any but an extraordinary observer
The mask was stuffed and shaped in such a manner as to preserve the peculiarities as well as the color of the African visage.
And the wig was so artfully formed of black and white wool as to imitate the pepper and salt color of Caesar's own head,
and to exact plaudits from the black himself, who thought it an excellent counterfeit in everything but quality.
There is but one man in the American army who could detect you, Captain Wharton, said the peddler,
surveying his work with satisfaction, and he is just now out.
out of our way.
And who is he?
The man who made you prisoner.
He would see your white skin through a plank.
But strip both of you.
Your clothes must be exchanged from head to foot.
Caesar, who had received minute instructions from the peddler in their morning interview,
immediately commenced throwing aside his coarse garments,
which the youth took up and prepared to invest himself with,
unable, however, to repress a few signs of loathing.
In the manner of the peddler there was an odd mixture of care and human,
the former was the result of a perfect knowledge of their danger and the means necessary to be used in avoiding it and the latter proceeded from the unavoidably ludicrous circumstances before him acting on an indifference which sprang from habit and long familiarity with such scenes as the present
here captain he said taking up some loose wool and beginning to stuff the stockings of caesar which were already on the leg of the prisoner some judgment is necessary in shaping this limb
You will have to display it on horseback, and the southern dragoons are so used to the brittle shins
that, should they notice your well-turned calf, they'd know at once it never belonged to a black.
"'Ga-gallie,' said Caesar, with a chuckle that exhibited a mouth open from ear to ear.
"'Massa-Haree breeches fit.'
"'Anything but your leg,' said the peddler, coolly pursuing the toilet of Henry.
"'Slip on the coat, Captain, overall.'
"'Upon my word, you'd pass well at a pinkster frolic.
and here, Caesar, place this powdered wig over your curls, and be careful and look out of the window whenever the door is open, and on no account speak, or you will betray all.
Suppose harvichink a colored man ain't got a tongue like other folk, grumbled the black as he took the station assigned to him.
Everything now was arranged for action, and the peddler very deliberately went over the whole of his injunctions to the two actors in the scene.
the captain he conjured to dispense with his erect military carriage, and for a season to adopt
the humble paces of his father's negro, and Caesar he enjoined to silence and disguise,
so long as he could possibly maintain them. Thus prepared, he opened the door, and called
aloud to the sentinel who had retired to the farthest end of the passage in order to
avoid receiving any of that spiritual comfort which he felt was the sole property of another.
woman of the house be called said harvey in the solemn key of his assumed character and let her come alone the prisoners in a happy train of meditation and must not be led from his devotions
caesar sank his face between his hands and when the soldier looked into the apartment he thought he saw his charge in deep abstraction casting a glance of huge contempt at the divine he called aloud for the good woman of the house she hastened at the summons
in earnest zeal, entertaining a secret hope that she was to be admitted to the gossip of a deathbed repentance.
Sister, said the minister in the authoritative tones of a master,
have you in the house the Christian criminal's last moments,
or thoughts on eternity for them who die a violent death?
I never heard of the book, said the maiden in astonishment.
Tis not unlikely. There are many people.
books you have never heard of. It is impossible for this poor penitent to pass in peace without the
consolations of that volume. One hour's reading in it is worth an age of man's preaching.
Bless me, what a treasure to possess. When was it put out? It was first put out at Geneva in the Greek
language, and then translated at Boston. It is a book, woman, that should be in the hands of every
Christian, especially such as die upon the gallows.
Have a horse prepared instantly for this black, who shall accompany me to my brother,
and I will send down the volume yet in the season.
Brother, compose thy mind.
You are now in the narrow path to glory.
Caesar wriggled a little in his chair, but he had sufficient recollection to conceal his
face with hands that were, in their turn, concealed by gloves.
The landlady departed to comply with this very reasonable request, and the group of conspirators were again left to themselves.
This is well, said the peddler, but the difficult task is to deceive the officer who commands the guard.
He is Lieutenant Talotton and has learned some of the captain's own cunning in these things.
Remember Captain Wharton, continued he with an air of pride, that now is the moment when everything depends on our coolness.
"'My fate can be made but little worse than it is at present, my worthy fellow,' said Henry.
"'But for your sake I will do all that in me lies.'
"'And wherein can I be more forlorn and persecuted than I am now?' asked the peddler
with that wild incoherence which often crossed his manner.
"'But I have promised one to save you, and to him I have never yet broken my word.'
"'And who is he?' said Henry, with awakened interest.
no one.
The man soon returned and announced that the horses were at the door.
Harvey gave the captain a glance and led the way down the stairs, first, desiring the
woman to leave the prisoner to himself, in order that he might digest the wholesome mental
food that he had so lately received.
A rumor of the odd character of the priest had spread from the sentinel at the door to his
comrades, so that when Harvey and Wharton reached the open space before the building, they found
a dozen idle dragoons loitering about with the waggish intention of quizzing the fanatic,
and employed in affected admiration of the steeds.
"'A fine horse,' said the leader in this plan of mischief,
but a little low in flesh, I suppose from hard labor in your calling.
my calling may be laborsome to both myself and this faith for beast, but then a day of settling is at hand that will reward me for all my outgoings and incomings, said Birch, putting his foot in the stirrup and preparing to mount.
You work for pay, then, as we fight for it, cried another of the party. Even so, is not the laborer worthy of his hire?
"'Come, suppose you give us a little preaching.
We have a leisure moment just now, and there's no telling how much good you might do,
a set of reprobates like us in a few words.
Here, mount this horse-block, and take your text where you please.'
The men now gathered in eager delight around the peddler, who, glancing his eye expressively
towards the captain, who had been suffered to mount, replied,
"'Doubtless for such is my duty.
But, Caesar, you can ride up the road and deliver the note, the unhappy prisoner will be wanting the book for his hours are numbered.
Aye, aye, go along, Caesar, and get the book, shouted half a dozen voices all crowding eagerly around the ideal priest in anticipation of a frolic.
The peddler inwardly dreaded that, in their unceremonious handling of himself and garments, his hat and wig might be displaced, when detection would be certain.
He was therefore feigned to comply with their request, ascending the horseback, after hemming once or twice, and casting several glances at the captain, who continued immovable, he commenced as follows.
I shall call your attention, my brethren, to that portion of scripture, which you will find in the second book of Samuel, and which is written in the following words,
and the king lamented over Abner and said,
Died Abner as a fool, dieth.
Thy hands were not bound, nor thy feet put into fetters,
As a man falleth before wicked men, so fellest thou.
And all the people wept again over him.
Caesar, ride forward, I say, and obtain the book as directed.
Thy master is grown and in spirit even now for the want of it.
"'An excellent text!' cried the dragoons.
"'Go on! Go on! Let the snowball stay. He wants to be edified as well as another.
"'What are you out there, scoundrels?' cried Lieutenant Mason, as he came in sight from a walk he had taken to sneer at the evening parade of the regiment of militia.
"'Away with every man of you to your quarters, and let me find that each horse is cleaned and littered when I come round.'
The sound of the officer's voice operated like a charm, and no priest could desire a more silent con.
congregation, although he might possibly have wished for one that was more numerous,
Mason had not done speaking, when it was reduced to the image of Caesar only.
The peddler took that opportunity to mount, but he had to preserve the gravity of his movements,
for the remark of the troopers, upon the condition of their beasts, was but too just,
and a dozen dragoon horses stood saddled and bridled at hand, ready to receive their riders
at a moment's warning.
"'Well, have you bitted the poor fellow within?' said Mason,
"'that he can take his last ride under the curb of divinity, old gentleman.'
"'There is evil in thy conversation, profane man,' cried the priest,
raising his hands and casting his eyes upwards in holy horror.
"'So I will depart from the unhurt, as Daniel was liberated from the lion's den.'
"'Off with you for a hypocritical psalm-singing can't-hearred.
rogue in disguise, said Mason scornfully. By the life of Washington, it worries an honest fellow to see
such voracious beasts of prey ravaging a country for which he sheds his blood. If I had you on a
Virginia plantation for a quarter of an hour, I'd teach you to worm the tobacco with the turkeys.
I leave you and shake the dust off my shoes that no remnant of this wicked hole may tarnish the
vestments of the godly.
"'Starter, I will shake the dust from your jacket, designing knave.
"'A fella to be preaching to my men.
"'There's Hollisters put the devil in them by his exhorting.
"'The rascals were getting too conscientious
"'to strike a blow that would raise the skin.
"'But hold.
"'Whither do you travel, Master Blackie, in such godly company?'
"'He goes,' said the minister, hastily speaking for his companion,
"'to return with a book of much condolence and virtue
"'to the sinful youth above,
"'whose soul will speedily become white,
white, even as his outwards are black and unseemly.
Would you deprive a dying man of the consolation of religion?
No, no, poor fellow, his fate is bad enough.
A famous good breakfast his prim body of an aunt gave us.
But harky, Mr. Revelation, if the youth must die, secondum, Arlem,
let it be under a gentleman's direction,
and my advice is that you never trust that skeleton of your
among us again, or I will take the skin off and leave you naked.
Out upon thee for a reviler and scoffer of goodness, said Birch, moving slowly and with due
observance of clerical dignity down the road, followed by the imaginary Caesar.
But I leave thee in that behind me that will prove thy condemnation, and take from thee a hearty
and joyful deliverance.
Damn him, muttered the trooper, the fellow
rides like a stake, and his legs stick out like the cocks of his hat. I wish I had him below these hills,
where the law is not over particular. I'd— Corporal of the Guard! Corporal of the Guard! shouted the
sentinel in the passage to the chambers. Corporal of the Guard! Corporal of the Guard! The subaltern
flew up the narrow stairway that led to the room of the prisoner, and demanded the meaning of the
outcry. The soldier was standing at the open door of the apartment, looking in with a suspicious
eye on the supposed British officer. On observing his lieutenant, he fell back with habitual respect,
and replied with an air of puzzled thought, "'I don't know, sir, but just now the prisoner looked
queer. Ever since the preacher has left him, he don't look as he used to do, but, gazing intently
over the shoulder of his officer. It must be him, too. There is the same powdered head, and the darn
in the coat where he was hit the day we had the last brush with the enemy.' And then all this noise is
occasion by your doubting whether that poor gentleman is your prisoner or not, is it, sirrah?
Who the devil do you think it can be else?
I don't know who else it can be, returned the fellow sullenly, but he has grown thicker and shorter,
if it is he, and see for yourself, sir, he shakes all over, like a man in an ague.
This was but too true.
Caesar was an alarmed auditor of this short conversation, and, from congratulating himself upon
the dexterous escape of his young master, his thoughts were very naturally beginning to dwell upon
the probable consequences to his own person. The pause that succeeded the last remark of the
sentinel in no degree contributed to the restoration of his faculties. Lieutenant Mason was busied
in examining with his own eyes the suspected person of the black, and Caesar was aware of the fact
by stealing a look through a passage under one of his arms that he had left expressly for the purpose
of reconnoitering. Captain Lawton would have discovered the fraud immediately, but Mason was by
no means so quick-sighted as his commander. He therefore turned rather contemptuously to the soldier,
and speaking in an undertone, observed, that Anabaptist, methodistical, Quaker, psalm-singing rascal
is frightened the boy with his frago about flames and brimstone. I'll step in and cheer him
with a little rational conversation.
I have heard of fear making a man white,
said the soldier, drawing back and staring
as if his eyes would start from their sockets,
but it has changed the royal captain to a black.
The truth was that Caesar,
unable to hear what Mason uttered in a low voice,
and having every fear aroused in him
by what had already passed,
incautiously, removed the wig a little
from one of his ears,
in order to hear the better, without in the least remembering that its color might prove fatal to his disguise.
The sentinel had kept his eyes fastened on the prisoner and noticed the action.
The attention of Mason was instantly drawn to the same object,
and forgetting all delicacy for a brother of officer in distress,
or, in short, forgetting everything but the censure that might alight on his core,
the lieutenant sprang forward and seized the terrified African by the throat,
for no sooner had Caesar heard his color named than he knew his discovery was certain,
and at the first sound of Mason's heavy boot on the floor he arose from his seat
and retreated precipitately to a corner of the room.
"'Who are you?' cried Mason, dashing the head of the old man against the angle of the wall at each
interrogatory.
"'Who the devil are you?
And where is the Englishman?
Speak thou, thunder-cloud!
Answer me, you Jackdaw, or I'll hang you on the gallows of the spy.
Caesar continued firm.
Neither the threats nor the blows could extract any reply,
until the lieutenant, by a very natural transition in the attack,
sent his heavy boot forward in a direction that brought it in direct contact
with the most sensitive part of the negro, his shin.
The most obdurate heart could not have exacted further patience,
and Caesar instantly gave in,
The first words he spoke were,
"'Golly, massa, you think I got no feeling!'
"'By heavens!' shouted the lieutenant.
"'It is the negro himself.
"'Scoundrel! Where is your master?
"'And who was the priest?'
"'While speaking he made a movement as if about to renew the attack,
"'but Caesar cried aloud for mercy,
"'promising to tell all that he knew.
"'Who was the priest?'
"'Replied the dragoon, drawing back his formidable leg
"'and holding it in threatening suspense.
"'Harby! Harvey!' cried Caesar, dancing from one leg to the other,
as he thought each member in turn might be assailed.
"'Harvey, who, you black villain!' cried the impatient lieutenant,
as he executed a full measure of vengeance by letting his leg fly.
"'Burge!' shrieked Caesar, falling on his knees,
the tears rolling in large drops over his shining face.
"'Harvey Birch!' echoed the trooper,
hurling the black from him and rushing from the room.
To arms! To arms!
Fifty guineas for the life of the peddler, spy!
Give no quarter to either! Mount! Mount! To arms! To horse!
During the uproar occasioned by the assembling of the dragoons,
who all rushed tumultuously to their horses,
Caesar rose from the floor, where he had been thrown by Mason
and began to examine into his injuries.
Happily for himself he had alighted on his head,
and consequently sustained no material damage.
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The Spy, A Tale of the Neutral Ground,
by James Fenimore Cooper,
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Chapter 29
Away went Gillipin, neck or not.
Away went hat and wig.
He little drent when he set out of running such a rig.
The road which it was necessary for the peddler and the English captain to travel,
in order to reach the shelter of the hills,
lay for a half mile in full view from the door of the building
that had so recently been the prison of the latter,
running for the whole distance over the rich plain
that spreads the very foot of the mountains,
which here rise in a nearly perpendicular ascent from their bases.
It then turned short to the right
and was obliged to follow the windings of nature
as it won its way into the bosom of the highlands.
To preserve the supposed difference in their stations,
Harvey rode a short distance ahead of his companion and maintained the sober, dignified pace that was suited to his assumed character.
On their right, the regiment of foot that we have already mentioned, lay intense, and the sentinels who guarded their encampment were to be seen moving with measured tread under the hills themselves.
The first impulse of Henry was, certainly to urge the beast he rode to his greatest speed at once.
And by a coup de main, not only accomplish his escape, but relieve himself from the torturing
suspense of his situation.
But the forward movement that the youth made for this purpose was instantly checked by the peddler.
Hold up, he cried, dexterously reining his own horse across the path of the other.
Would you ruin us both?
Fall into the place of a black following his.
his master. Did you not see their blooded chargers all saddled and bridled, standing in the sun before the
house? How long do you think that miserable Dutch horse you are on would hold his speed if pursued
by the Virginians? Every foot that we gain without giving the alarm counts a day in our lives.
"'Ride steadily after me, and on no account look back.
"'They are as subtle as foxes, eh, and as ravenous for blood as wolves.'
Henry reluctantly restrained his impatience and followed the direction of the peddler.
His imagination, however, continually alarmed him with the fancied sounds of pursuit,
though Birch, who occasionally looked back under the pretense of addressing his companion,
assured him that all continued quiet and peaceful.
But, said Henry, it will not be possible for Caesar to remain long, undiscovered.
Had he not better put our horses to the gallop,
and by the time they can reflect on the cause of our flight,
we can reach the corner of the woods.
You know little them, Captain Morton, returned the peddler.
There is a sergeant at this moment looking after us,
as if he thought all was not right.
The keen-eyed fellow watches me like a tiger lying in wait for his leap.
When I stood on the horse block, he half suspected that something was wrong.
Nay, check your beast.
We must let the animals walk a little, for he is laying his hand on the pommel of his saddle.
If he mounts, we are gone.
The foot soldiers could reach us with their muskets.
What does he now? asked Henry, reining his horse to a walk.
but at the same time pressing his heels to the animal's sides to be in readiness for spring.
He turns from his charger and looks the other way.
Now trot on a little ahead of us.
He eyes us keenly.
Never mind the footman, said Henry impatiently.
He can do nothing but shoot us, whereas these dragoons may make me a captive again.
Surely, Harvey, they're a horse moving down the road behind us.
Do you see nothing particular?
Hmpf!
Ejaculated the peddler.
There is something particular indeed
to be seen behind the thicket on our left.
Turn your head a little,
and you may see and profit by it too.
Henry eagerly sees this permission to look aside
and the blood curdled to his heart
as he observed that they were passing a gallows,
which unquestionably had been erected
for his own execution.
He turned his feet.
face from the sight in undisguised horror.
There is a warning to be prudent, said the pedlar in the sensuous manner that he often adopted.
It is a terrific sight, indeed! cried Henry for a moment, veiling his eyes with his hand,
as if to drive a vision before him. The peddler moved his body partly around and spoke with
energetic but gloomy bitterness. And yet, Captain Morton, you see it where the steadying sun
shines fall upon you.
The air you breathe is clear
and the fresh from the hills before you.
Every step that you take
leaves that hated gallows behind,
and every dark hollow
and every shapeless rock in the mountains
offers you a hiding place
from the vengeance of your enemies.
But I have seen the giblet raised
when no place of refuge offered.
Twice have I been buried in dungeons,
where, fettered and in chains, I have passed nights in torture,
looking forward to the morning's dawn that was to light me to a death of infamy.
The sweat has started from the limbs and seemed already drained of their moisture,
and if I ventured to the hole that admitted air through grates of iron
to look out upon the smiles of nature,
which God has bestowed for the meanest of his creatures,
the gibbet has glared before my eyes like an evil conscious, harrowing the soul of a dying man.
Four times have I been in their power, besides this last, but twice did I think my hour had come.
It is hard to die at the best, Captain Wharton, but to spend your last moments alone and unpidied,
to know that none near you so much as think of the fate that is to you,
the closing of all that is earthly.
To think that, in a few hours, you are to be led from the gloom, which as you dwell on what
fellows becomes dear to you, to the face of day and there to meet all eyes fixed upon you,
as if you were a wild beast, and to lose sight of everything amidst the jeers and scoffs of
your fellow creatures.
That, Captain Ward, that indeed is to die.
Henry listened in amazement as his companion uttered this speech with a vehemence altogether new to him.
Both seemed to have forgotten their danger and their disguises.
What? Were you ever so near death as that?
Have I not been hunted beast of this hills for three years past?
Resumed Harvey.
And once they even led me to the foot of the gallows itself,
and I escaped only by an alarm from the royal troops.
Had they been a quarter of an hour later, I must have died.
There was I placed in the midst of unfeeling men
and gaping women and children as a monster to be cursed.
When I would pray to God, my eyes were insulted with the history of my crimes,
and when in all that multitude I looked around for a single face that,
showed me any pity. I could find none. No, not even one. All cursed me as a wretch who would sell his country
for gold. The sun was brighter to my eyes than common, but it was the last time I should see it.
The fields were gay and pleasant, and everything seemed as if this world was a kind of heaven.
Oh, how sweet life was to me at that moment. T'was a dream. T'was a dream.
dreadful hour, Captain Wharton, and such as you have never known. You have friends to feel for you.
But I had none but a father to mourn my loss, when he might hear of it, but there was no pity,
no consolation near to soothe my anguish. Everything seemed to have deserted me. I even thought
that he had forgotten that I lived. Did you feel that God himself had forgotten you, Harvey?
God never forsakes his servants, returned Birch with reverence, and exhibiting naturally a devotion
that hitherto he had only assumed. And whom did you mean by he?
The peddler raised himself in his saddle to the stiff and upright posture that was suited
to his outward appearance. The look of fire that for a short time glowed on his countenance
disappeared in the solemn lines of unbending self-abasement,
and speaking as if addressing a negro he replied,
In heaven there is no distinction of color, my brother,
therefore you have a precious charge within you,
that you must hear after render an account of,
dropping his voice,
this is the last sentinel near the road,
look not back as you value your life.
Henry remembered the situation and instantly assumed the humble demeanor of his adopted character.
The unaccountable energy of the peddler's manner was soon forgotten in the sense of his own immediate danger,
and with the recollection of his critical situation returned all the uneasiness that he had momentarily forgotten.
"'What's see you, Harvey?' he cried, observing the beddler to gaze towards the building they had left.
The ominous interest.
What see you at the house?
Which bodes no good to us,
returned the pretended priest.
Throw aside the mask and wig.
You will need all your senses without much delay.
Throw them in the road.
There are none before us that I dread,
but there are those behind us who will give us a fearful race.
Nay then, cried the captain,
casting the implements of his disguise into the highway.
Let us improve our time to the utmost.
We want a full quarter to the turrets.
Turn. Why not push for it at once?
Be cool. They are in alarm, but they will not mount without an officer unless they see us fly.
Now he comes. He moves to the stables, trots briskly. A dozen are in their saddles, but the officer stops to tighten his girths.
They hope us steal a march upon us.
He is mounted. Now ride, Captain Wharton, for your life, and keep at my heel.
heels. If you quit me, you will be lost." A second request was unnecessary.
The instant that Harvey put his horse to his speed, Captain Morton was at his heels,
urging the miserable animal he rode to the utmost.
Birch had selected his own beast, and although vastly inferior to the high-fed and blooded
chargers of the dragoons, still was much superior to the little pony that had been thought
good enough to carry Caesar Thompson on an errand. A very few jumps convinced the captain that his
companion was fast leaving him, and a fearful glance thrown behind informed the fugitive
that his enemies were speedily approaching. With that abandonment that makes misery doubly grievous,
when it is to be supported alone, Henry cried aloud to the pedlar not to desert him.
Harvey instantly drew up and suffered his companion to run alongside of his own horse.
The cocked hat and wig of the peddler fell from his head the moment that his steed began
to move briskly, and this development of their disguise as it might be termed, was witnessed
by the dragoons, who announced their observation by a boisterous shout that seemed to be
uttered in the very ears of the fugitives.
So loud was the cry in so short the distance between them.
Had we better not leave our horses? said Henry, and make for the hills across the fields
on our left, the fence will stop our pursuers.
That way lies the gallows, returned the petter.
These fellows go three feet to our two, and would mind the fence no more than we do these ruts,
but it is a short quarter to the turn, and there are two roads behind the wood.
They may stand to choose until they can take the track, and we shall gain a little upon them.
But this miserable horse is blown already, cried Henry, urging his beast with the end of his
bridle. At the same time, Harvey aided his efforts by applying the lash of a heavy writing whip he
carried. He will never stand it for a half mile farther. A quarter will do, a quarter will do,
said the peddler. A single quarter will save us if you follow my directions.
Somewhat cheered by the cool and confident manner of his companion, Henry continued silently
urging his horse forward. A few moments brought them to the desired turn.
as they doubled round a point of low underbrush, the fugitives caught a glimpse of their pursuers scattered along the highway.
Mason and the sergeant, being better mountain than the rest of the party, were much nearer to their heels than even the peddler thought could be possible.
At the foot of the hills and for some distance up the dark valley that wound around the mountains,
a thick underwood of saplings had been suffering to shoot up,
where the heavier growth was felled for the sake of the field.
fuel. At the side of this cover, Henry again urged the peddler to this mount and to plunge into the woods,
but as his request was promptly refused. The two roads before mentioned met at very sharp angles
at a short distance from the turn, and both were circuitous, so that but a little of either could
be seen at a time. The peddler took the one which led to the left, but held it only a moment, for
on reaching a partial opening in the thicket, he darted across into the right-hand path
and led the way up a steep ascent, which lay directly before them.
The maneuver saved them.
On reaching the fork, the dragoons followed the track and passed the spot where the fugitives
had crossed to the other road before they missed the marks of the footsteps.
Their loud cries were heard by Henry and the pedlar,
as their wearied and breathless animals toiled up the hill,
ordering their comrades to the rear to ride in the right direction.
The captain again proposed to leave their horses and dash into the thicket.
Not yet, not yet, said Birch in a low voice.
The road falls from the top of his hill, as steep as it rises.
First let us gain to the top.
While speaking, they reached the desired summit and both threw themselves from their horses.
Henry plunged into the thick underwood, which covered the side of the mountain for some distance above them.
Harvey stopped to give each of their beasts a few severe blows of his whip,
that drove them headlong down the path on the other side of the eminence,
and then followed his example.
The peddler entered the thicket with little caution and avoided as much as possible,
rustling or breaking the branches in his way.
There was but time only to shelter his person from view
when a dragoon led up the ascent,
and on reaching the height he cried aloud,
I saw one of their horses turning this hill this minute.
Drive on, spur forward, my lads, shouted Mason.
Give the Englishman quarter, but cut down the peddler and make an end of him.
Henry felt his companion grip his arm hard as he listened in a great tremor for this cry,
which was followed by the passage of a dozen horsemen,
with a vigor and speed that showed too plainly how little security their overtired steeds could have afforded them.
Now, said the Pether, rising from the cover to reconnoiter, and standing for a moment in suspense,
all that we gain is clear gain, for as we go up they go down. Let us be stirring.
But will they not follow us and surround this mountain? said Henry, rising and imitating the
labored but rapid progression of his companion. Remember, they have foot as well as horse,
and at any rate we shall starve in the hills.
Fear nothing, Captain Wharton, said the peddler with confidence.
This is not the mountain that I would be on, but necessity has made me a dexterous pilot among these hills.
I will lead you where no man will dare to follow.
See, the sun is already setting behind the tops of the western mountains,
and it will be two hours to the rising of the moon.
Who think you will follow us far on a November night amongst these rocks and precipices?
"'Listen!' exclaimed Henry.
"'The dragoons are shouting to each other.
"'They miss us already.'
"'Come to the point of this rock, and you may see them,' said Harvey,
"'composedly setting himself down to rest.
"'Nay, they can see us.
"'Observe they are pointing up with their fingers.
"'There, one has fired his pistol,
"'but the distance is too great, even for a musket.'
"'They will pursue us,' cried the impatient, Henry.
"'Let us be moving!'
"'They will not think of us.
of such a thing, returned the pedlar, picking the checker berries that grew on the thin soil where
he sat, and very deliberately chewing them, leaves and all, to refresh his mouth.
What progress could they make here, in their heavy boots and spurs and long swords?
No, no, they may go back and turn out the foot, but the horse pass through these to files.
When they can keep the saddle with fear and trembling.
Come, follow me, Captain Wharton.
We have a troublesome march before us, but I will bring you where none will think of venturing
this night, so saying they both arose and soon hid from view amongst the rocks and caverns of the mountains.
The conjecture of the peddler was true.
Mason and his men dashed down the hill in pursuit as they supposed of their victims,
but on reaching the bottom lands they found only the deserted horses of the fugitives.
Some little time was spent in examining the woods near them,
and endeavoring to take the trail on such ground as might enable the horse to pursue.
When one of the party described the pedlar and Henry seated on the rock already mentioned,
he's off, muttered Mason, lying Harvey with a fury. He's off and we are disgraced.
By heavens, Washington will not trust us with keeping of a suspectory.
If we let the rascal trifle in this manner and with the core,
there sits the Englishman, too, looking down upon a person.
upon us with a smile of benevolence.
I fancy that I can see it.
Well, well, my lad, you are comfortably seated, I will confess,
and that is something better than dancing upon nothing.
But you are not to the west of Harlem River yet,
and I will try your win before you tell Sir Henry what you have seen.
Shall I fire and frighten the pedlar?
asked one of the men, drawing his pistol from the hoster.
I startled the birds from their perch.
Let us see how they can use the wing.
The men fired the pistol, and Mason continued,
For George, I believe the scoundrels laugh at us.
But homeward, or we shall have them rolling stones upon our heads,
and the Royal Gazettes teamed with an account of the rebel regiment routed by two loyalists.
They have told bigger lies than that before now.
The dragoons move sullenly after their officer.
who rode towards their quarters, musing on the course it behooved him, to pursue in the present dilemma.
It was twilight when Mason's party reached a dwelling before the door of which was collected a great number of the officers and men,
busily employed in giving and listening to the most exaggerated accounts of the escape of the spy.
The mortified dragoons gave their ungrateful tidings with a sullen air of disappointed men,
and most of the officers gathered round Mason to consult of the steps that ought to be taken.
Miss Peyton and Francis were breathless and unobserved listeners to all that passed between them
from the window of the chamber immediately above their heads.
Something must be done, and that speedily, observed the commanding officer of the regiment,
which lay encamped before the house.
This English officer is doubtless an instrument in the great,
blow aimed at us by the enemy lately.
Besides, our honor is involved in his escape.
Let us beat the woods, cried Several at once, but morning we shall have them both again.
Softly, softly, gentlemen, returned the colonel.
No man can travel these hills after dark unless use to the passes.
Nothing but horse can do service in this business, and I presume, Lieutenant Mason hesitates
to move without the orders of his major.
I certainly dare not, replied the subaltern, gravely shaking his head,
unless you will take responsibility of an order.
But Major Dunwoody will be back again in two hours,
and we can carry the tidings through the hills before daylight,
so that by spreading patrols across from one river to the other
and offering a war to the country people,
their escape will yet be impossible,
unless they can join the party that is said to be out of the Hudson.
A very plausible plan, cried the colonel, and one that must succeed.
But let a messenger be dispatched to Dunwoody, or he may continue at the ferry until it proves too late.
Though doubtless the runaways will lie in the mountains tonight.
To this suggestion Mason acquiesced, and a courier was sent to the major with the important intelligence of the escape of Henry,
and an intimation of the necessity of his presence to conduct the pursuit.
After this arrangement, the officers separated.
When Miss Peyton and her niece first learned the escape of Captain Morton, it was with difficulty that they could credit their senses.
They both relied so implicitly on the success of Dunwoody's exertions that they thought the act, on the part of the relative, extremely imprudent.
But it was now too late to mend it.
When listening to the conversation of the officers, both were struck with the increased danger of Henry's situation.
if recaptured, and they trembled to think of the great exertions that would be made to accomplish this object.
Miss Peyton consoled herself an endeavor to cheer her knees, with the probability that the fugitives would pursue their course with unremitting diligence,
so that they might reach the neutral ground before the horse would carry down the tidings of their flight.
The absence of Dunwoody seemed to her all-important, and the artless lady was,
was anxiously devising some project that might detain her kinsman,
and thus give her nephew the longest possible time.
But very different were the reflections of Francis.
She could no longer doubt that the figure she had seen on the hill was birch,
and she felt certain that instead of flying to the friendly forces below,
her brother would be taken to the mysterious hut to pass the night.
Francis and her aunt led along an animated discussion by themselves.
When the good spinster reluctantly yielded to the representation of her niece,
enfolding her in her arms, she kissed her cold cheek, and fervently blessing her,
allowed her to depart on an errand of fraternal love.
End of Chapter 29.
Chapter 30
In here forlorn and lost I tread,
with fainting steps and slow.
Where wilds immeasurably spread seemed lengthening as I go.
The night had set in dark and chilling,
as Francis Wharton, with a beating heart but light step,
moved through the little garden that lay behind the farmhouse,
which had been her brother's prison,
and took her way to the foot of the mountain
where she had seen the figure of him she supposed to be the peddler.
It was still early,
But the darkness and the dreary nature of a November evening would, at any other moment,
or with less inducement to exertion, have driven her back in terror to the circle she had left.
Without pausing to reflect, however, she flew over the ground with a rapidity
that seemed to bid defiance to all impediments, nor stopped even to breathe
until she had gone half the distance to the rock that she had marked,
as a spot where Birch made his appearance on that very morning.
The good treatment of their women is the surest evidence that a people can give of their civilization,
and there is no nation which has more to boast of it in this respect than the Americans.
Francis felt belittle apprehension from the orderly and quiet troops
who were taking their evenings repast on the side of the highway,
opposite to the field through which she was flying.
They were her countrymen, and she knew that her sex would be respected by the eastern militia.
who composed this body, but in the volatile and reckless character of the southern horse,
she had less confidence. Outrages of any description were seldom committed by the really American
soldiery, but she recoiled with exquisite delicacy from even the appearance of humiliation.
When therefore she heard the footsteps of a horse moving slowly up the road,
she shrank, timidly, into a little thicket of wood which grew around the spring that bubbled from the side of a hillock near her.
The vedette, for such as proved to be, passed her without noticing her form, which was so enveloped as to be as little conspicuous as possible,
humming a low air to himself and probably thinking of some other fare that he had left on the banks of Potomac.
Francis listened anxiously to the retreating footsteps of his horse, and as they died upon her ear she ventured from her place of secrecy, and advanced a short distance through the field, were startled at the gloom and appalled with the dreariness of the prospect.
She paused to reflect on what she had undertaken.
Throwing back the hood of her cardinal, she sought the support of a tree and gazed towards the summit of the mountain that was to be the goal of her enterprise.
It rose from the plain like a huge pyramid, giving nothing to the eye but its outline.
The pinnacle could be faintly discerned in front of a lighter background of clouds, between which a few glimmering stars occasionally twinkled in the momentary brightness,
and then gradually became obscured by the passing vapor that was moving before the wind, at a very distance below the clouds themselves.
should she return Henry and the peddler would most probably pass the night in fancied security upon the very hill towards which she was straining her eyes, in the vain hope of observing some light that might encourage her to proceed.
The deliberate and what to her seemed cold-blooded project of the officer for the recapture of the fugitives still rang in her ears and stimulated her to go on,
but the solitude into which she must venture, the time, the actual danger of the ascent,
and the uncertainty of her finding the hut, or what was still more disheartening,
the chance that it might be occupied by unknown tenants,
and those of the worst description urged her to retreat.
The increasing darkness was each moment rendering objects less and less distinct,
and the clouds were gathering more gloomily in the rear of the hill,
until its form could no longer be discerned.
Francis threw back her rich curls with both hands on her temples
in order to possess her senses in their utmost keenness.
But the towering hill was entirely lost to the eye.
At length she discovered a faint and twinkling blaze in the direction
in which she thought the building stood
that by its reviving and receding lustre might be taken
for the glimmering of a light.
But the delusion vanished, as the horizon again cleared, and the star of the evening shone forth from a cloud after struggling hard, as if for existence.
She now saw the mountain to the left of the place where the planet was shining, and suddenly a streak of mellow light burst upon the fantastic oaks that were thinly scattered over its summit, and gradually moved down its side until the whole pile became distinct, under the rays of the rising moon.
Although it would have been physically impossible for her heroine to advance without the aid of the friendly light,
which now gleaned on the long line of level land before her.
Yet, she was not encouraged to proceed.
If she could see the goal of her wishes, she could also perceive the difficulties that must attend her reaching it.
While deliberate, in distressing incertitude, now shrinking with the timidity of her sex and years from,
Enterprise, and now resolving to rescue her brother at every hazard.
Francis turned her looks towards the east, in the earnest gaze at the clouds which constantly
threatened to involve her again, in comparative darkness.
Had an adder stung her, she could not have sprung with greater celerity than she recoiled
from the object against which she was leaning, in which she for the first time noticed,
the two upright posts with a crossbeam on their tops, and a rude platform beneath, told but too plainly the nature of the structure.
Even the cord was suspended from the iron staple and was swinging to and fro in the night air.
Francis hesitated no longer, but rather flew than ran across the meadow,
and was soon at the base of the rock where she hoped to find something like a path to the summit of the mountain.
Here she was compelled to pause for breath, and was improved the leisure by surveying the ground about her.
The ascent was quite abrupt, but she soon found a sheet path that wound among the shelving rocks and through the trees,
so as to render her labor much less tiresome than it otherwise would have been.
Throwing a fearful glance behind the dirt-termined girl commenced her journey upwards.
Young, active, and impelled by her generous motive.
She moved up the hill with elastic steps, and very soon emerged from the cover of the woods
into an open space of more level ground that had evidently been cleared of its timber for the purpose of cultivation.
But either the war or the sterility of the soil had compelled the adventure to abandon the advantages
that had been obtained over the wilderness.
And already the brushes and the briars were springing up afresh,
as if the plough had never traced furrows through the mold which nourished them.
Francis felt her spirits invigorated by the faint vestiges of the labor of man,
and she walked up the gentle acclivity with renewed hopes of success.
The path now diverged in so many different directions that she soon saw it would be useless
to follow their windings and abandoned it at the first turn.
She labored forward towards what she thought was the nearest point of the sun.
summit, the cleared ground was soon passed, and the woods and rocks clinging to the precipitous
sides of the mountain again opposed themselves to her progress. Occasionally the path was seen
running along the verge of the clearing, then striking off into the scattered patches of
grass and herbage, but in no instance could she trace it upward. Tufts of wool hanging to
the briars sufficiently denoted the origin of these tracks, and Francis rightly could
andjectured that whoever descended the mountain would avail himself of their existence to lighten the labor.
Seating herself on a stone, the wearied girl again paused to rest and to reflect,
the clouds were rising before the moon, and the whole scene at her feet lay pictured in softest colors.
The white tents of the militia were stretched in regular lines immediately beneath her.
The light was shining in the window of her aunt, who Francis easily fancied was watching
the mountain, racked with all the anxiety she might be supposed to feel for her niece.
Lanterns were playing about in the stable yard, and where she knew the horses of the dragoons were
kept, and believing them to be preparing for their night march. She again sprang upon her feet
and renewed her toil. Our hero one had to ascend more than a quarter of a mile farther,
although she had already conquered two-thirds of the height of the mountain. But she was now without a path,
or any guide to direct her in her course.
Fortunately, the hill was conical, like most of the mountains in that range,
and by advancing upwards, she was certain of at any length reaching the desired hut,
which hung as it were on the very pinnacle.
Nearly an hour did she struggle with the numerous difficulties that she was obliged to overcome.
When having reached exhaustively with her efforts,
and in several instances in great danger from falls,
she succeeded in gaining the small piece of tableland on the summit.
Faint with exertions which had been unusually severe for so slight a frame,
she sank on a rock to recover her strength and fortitude of the approaching interview.
A few moments suffered for this purpose when she proceeded in quest of the hut.
All of the neighboring hills were distinctly visible by the aid of the moon,
and Francis was able, where she stood, to trace the root.
of the highway from the plains into the mountains.
By following this line with her eyes, she soon discovered the point
when she had seen the mysterious dwelling,
and directly opposite to that point, she well knew the husp must stand.
The chilling air sighed through the leafless branches of the gnarled and crooked oaks,
as with a step so light as hardly to rustle the dry leaves on which she trod.
Francis moved forward to that part of the hill where she expected to find
the secluded habitation, but nothing could she discern that in the least resemble the dwelling
of any sort. In vain she examined every recess of the rocks, or inquisitely explored every
part of the summit that she thought could hold the tenant of the pedlar. No hut nor any vestige
of a human being could she trace. The idea of her solitude struck on the terrified mind of the
a frightened girl. And approaching to the edge of a shelving rock, she bent forward to gaze on the
signs of life in the Val, where a ray of keen light dazzled her eyes and a warm ray diffused itself
over her whole frame. Recovering from her surprise, Francis looked on the ledge beneath her,
and at once perceived that she stood directly over the object of her search. A hole through its roof
provided a passage to the smoke, which, as it blew aside, showed her a clear and cheerful fire
crackling and snapping on a rude hearth of stone. The approach to the front of the hut was
by a winding path around the point of the rock on which she stood, and by this she advanced to its
door. Three sides of this singular edifice, if such it could be called, were composed of logs
laid alternately on each other, to a little more than the height of a man, and the fourth was
formed by the rock against which it leaned. The roof was made of the bark of trees, laid in
long strips from the rock to its eaves. The fissures between the logs had been stuffed with clay,
which in many places had fallen out, and dried leaves were made use of as a substitute, to keep out
the wind. A single window of four panes of glass was in the front, but a board carefully closed
it in such a manner as to emit no light from the fire within.
After pausing some time to view this singularly constructed hiding-place, for such Francis knew it well.
She applied her eye to a crevice to examine the inside.
There was no lamp or candle, but the blazing fire of dry wood made the interior of the hut light enough to be read by.
In one corner lay a bed of straw with a pair of blankets thrown carelessly over it, as if left where it had been last used.
against the wall and rock were suspended from pegs forced into the crevices, various garments,
and such as were apparently fitted for all ages and conditions, and for either sex.
British and American uniforms hung peaceably by the side of each other and on the peg that supported a gown of striped calico,
such as was the unusual countrywear, was also depending a well-powdered wig.
In short, the attire was numerous, and as various as if a whole parish were to be equipped from this one wardrobe.
In the angle against a rock, and the opposite to the fire which was burning in the other corner,
was an open cupboard and was that held a plate or two a mug, and the remains of some broken meat.
Before the fire was a table, with one of its legs fractured, and made of rough boards.
These, with a single stool, composed the furniture.
if we accept a few articles of cooking a book by its size and shape appeared to be a bible was lying on the table unopened but it was the occupant and the hut in whom francis was chiefly interested
this was a man sitting on the stool with his head leaning on his hand in such a manner as to conceal his features and deeply occupied in examining some open papers on the table lay a pair of curiously and richly mounted horseman's pistols
and the handle of a sheathed rapier, of exquisite workmanship protruded from between the legs of the gentleman,
one of whose hands carelessly rested on its guard.
The tall stature of this unexpected tenant of the hut and his form,
much more athletic than that of either Harvey or her brother,
told Francis, without the aid of his dress, that it was neither of those she sought.
A close surtaut was buttoned tight in the throat of the strait,
stranger and parted at his knees, showed breeches of a buff with military boots and spurs.
His hair was dressed so as to expose the whole face, and after the fashion of the day it was
profusely powdered. A round hat was laid on the stones that formed a paved floor to the hut,
as if to make room for a large map, which among the other papers occupied the table.
This was an unexpected event to our adventure. She had been so confident that the
the figure twice seen was the peddler, that on learning that his agency and her brother's escape,
she did not in the least doubt of finding them both in the place where she now discovered,
was occupied by another and a stranger.
She stood earnestly looking through the crevice, hesitating whether to retire,
or to wait with the expectation of meeting Henry,
as the stranger moved his hand from before his eyes and raised his face, apparently in deep musing,
when Francis instantly recognized the benevolent and strongly marked
a composed features of Harper.
All that Dunwoody had said of his power and disposition,
all that he had himself promised her brother in all the confidence
that had been created by his dignified and paternal manner,
rushed across the mind of Francis,
who threw open the door of the hut and falling at his feet,
clasped his knees with her arms, and she cried,
"'Save him! Save him! Save my brother!
"'Remember your promise, and save him!'
"' Harper had risen as the door opened,
"'and there was a slight movement of one hand towards his pistols.
"'But it was cool and instantly checked.
"'He raised the hood of the cardinal,
"'which had fallen over her features and exclaimed with some uneasiness.
"'Miss Wharton, but you cannot be alone!'
"'There is none here but my God and you.
And by his sacred name, I conjure you to remember your promise and save my brother.
Harper gently raised her from her knees and placed her on the stool,
begging her at the same time to be composed and to acquaint him with the nature of her errand.
This Francis instantly did, ingenuously omitting him to the knowledge of all her views in visiting,
that lone spot at such an hour and by herself.
It was at all times difficult to probe the thoughts of one,
who held his passions in such discipline and subjection as harbor.
But still there was a lighting of his thoughtful eye
and a slight unbending of his muscles,
as the hurried and anxious girl proceeded in her narrative.
His interest as she dwelt upon the manner of Henry's escape,
and the flight to the woods was deep and manifest,
and he listened to the remainder of her tale
with a marked expression of benevolent indulgence,
Her apprehensions, that her brother might still be too late through the mountains,
seemed to have much weight with him, for, as she concluded, he walked a turn through the hut in silent musing.
Francis hesitated and unconsciously played with the handle of one of the pistols,
and the paleness that her fears had spread over her fine features began to give place to a wrenched tint,
as after a short pause she added,
We cannot depend much on the friendship of Major Dunwoody,
but his sense of honor is so pure
that notwithstanding his feelings, his desire to serve us,
he will conceive it to be his duty to apprehend my brother again.
Besides, he thinks there will be no danger in doing so
as he relies greatly on your interference.
Oh, mine? said Harper, raising his eyes in surprise.
Yes, on yours.
when we told him of your kind language,
he at once assured us all that you had the power,
and if you had promised,
would have the inclination to procure Henry's pardon.
Said he more?
asked Harper, who appeared slightly uneasy.
Nothing but reiterated assurances of Henry's safety.
Even now he is in quest of you.
Miss Wharton, that I bear no mean part
in the unhappy struggle between England and America.
I might now be useless to deny.
You owe your brothers' escape this night to my knowledge of his innocence and the remembrance of my word.
Major Dunwoody is mistaken when he says that I might openly have procured his pardon.
I now indeed can control his fate, and I pledge to you a word that has some influence with Washington.
That means shall be taken to prevent his recapture.
but from you also I exact a promise that this interview, and all that has passed between us,
remain confined to your own bosom until you have my permission to speak upon the subject.
Francis gave the desired assurance, and he continued,
The peddler and your brother will soon be here,
but I must not be seen by the royal officer,
or the life of Birch might be the forfeiture.
Never, cried Francis ardently.
Henry could never be so base as to betray the man who saved him.
It is no childish game that we are now playing, Miss Wharton.
Men's lives and fortunes hang upon slender threads,
and nothing must be left to accident that we can guard against.
Did Sir Henry Clinton know that the peddler had communion with me,
and under such circumstances the life of the miserable man,
would be taken instantly.
Therefore, as you value human blood
or remember the rescue of your brother,
be prudent and be silent.
Communicate what you know to them both
and urge them to instantly departure.
If they can reach the last pickets of our army
before morning, it shall be my care.
There are none to intercept them.
There is better work for Major Dunwoody
than to exposing the life of his friend.
While Harper was speaking, he carefully rolled up the map he had been studying and placed it together with sundry papers that were also opened into his pocket.
He was still occupied in this manner when the voice of the pedlar, talking in unusually loud tones, was heard directly over their heads.
Stand further this way, Captain Wharton, and you can see the tents in the moonshine.
Let them mount and ride.
I have a nest here that will hold us both.
And we will go in at our leisure.
And where is this nest?
I confess that I have eaten but little the last two days,
and I crave some of your cheer you mention.
Hmm, said the peller, exerting his voice still more.
Hem, this fog has given me a cold, but move slowly and be careful not to slip,
or you may land on the bayonet of the sentinel on the flats.
Tis a steep hill to rise, but one can go down it with ease.
Harper pressed his finger on his lip to remind Francis of her promise, and taking his pistols and hat so that no vestige of his visit remained, he retired deliberately to a far corner of the hut.
Where lifting several articles of dress he entered a recess in the rock, and letting them fall again was hidden from view.
Francis noticed, by the strong firelight as he entered, that it was in natural cavity and contained nothing but a few more articles of domestic use.
The surprise of Henry and the pedlar of entering, and finding Francis in possession of the hut,
may be easily imagined.
Without waiting for the explanation or questions, the warm-hearted girl flew into the arms of her brother
and gave a vent to her emotions and tears.
But the peddler seemed struck with very different feelings.
His first look was at the fire, which had been recently supplied with fuel.
He then drew upon a small drawer of the table, and looked a little longer.
alarmed at finding it empty.
Are you alone, Miss Fanny?
He asked in a quick voice.
You did not come here alone?
As you see me, Mr. Birch, said Francis,
raising herself from her brother's arms
and turning an expressive glance towards the secret cavern
and the quick eye of the peddler instantly understood.
But why, and wherefore are you here?
exclaimed her astonished brother.
And how do you,
knew you of this place at all. Francis entered at once into a brief detail of what occurred at the
house since their departure, and the motives which induced her to seek them. But, said Birch, why follow us
here, when we were left on the opposite hill? Francis related the glimpse that she had caught of the
hut and the peddler, in her passage to the highlands, and as well as her view of him on that day,
and her immediate conjecture that the fugitives would seek the shelter of this habitat.
for the night.
Birch examined her features as, with open and genuous,
she related the simple incidents that had made her mistress of this secret,
and as she ended, he sprang upon his feet and striking the window with his stick in his hand,
demolished it at a blow.
Tis but little luxury or comfort that I know, he said,
but even that little cannot be enjoyed in safety, Miss Wharton.
He added advancing before Francis and speaking with the bitter melancholy that was common.
to him. I am hunted through these hills like the beast of the forest. Whenever I, tired with my
toils, I can reach this spot, poor and dreary as it is. I can spend my solitary nights in safety.
Will you aid to make the life of a wretch still more miserable?
Never, cried Francis with fervor, your secret is safe with me.
Major Dunwoody, said the peddler, slowly turning an eye upon her that read her soul.
francis lowered her head upon her bosom for a moment in shame then elevating her fine and glowing face she added with enthusiasm never never harvey as god may hear my prayers
the pedlar seemed satisfied as he drew back and watching his opportunity unseen by henry slipped behind the screen and entered the cavern
francis and her brother who thought his companion had passed through the door continued conversing on the latter situation for several minutes when the former urged the necessity of expedition on his part in order to proceed dunwoody from those whom sense of duty they knew they had no escape
The captain took out his pocketbook, wrote a few lines with his pencil,
then folding the paper he handed it to his sister.
Francis, he said,
You have this night proved yourself to be an incomparable woman.
And as you love me, give that unopened to Dunwoody,
and remember that two hours may save my life.
I will, I will, but why delay?
Why not fly and improve those precious moments?
Your sister says well, Captain Wharton.
exclaimed Harvey, who had re-entered unseen.
We must go at once.
Here's food to eat as we travel.
But who is to see this fair creature in safety?
cried the captain.
I can never desert my sister in such a place as this.
Leave me, leave me, said Francis.
I can ascend as I came up.
Do not doubt me.
You know not my courage nor my strength.
I have not known you, dear girl, it is true.
But now as I learn your value,
Can I quit you here?
Never, never.
Captain Mort, said Birch, throwing open the door.
You can trifle with your own lives, if you have many to spare, but I have but one, and must nurse it.
Do I go alone or not?
Go, go, dear Henry, said Francis embracing him.
Go, remember our father, remember Sarah.
She waited not for his answer, but gently forced him through the door and closed it with her own hands.
For a short time there was a warm debate between Henry and the peddler, but the latter finally prevailed and the breathless girl heard the successive plunges as they went down the sides of the mountain at a rapid rate.
Immediately after the noise of their departure had ceased, Harper reappeared.
He took the arm of Francis in silent and led her from the hut.
The way seemed familiar to him, for ascending to the ledge above them, he led his companion across the table and tenderly,
pointing out the little difficulties in their route in cautioning her against injury.
Francis felt as she walked by the side of this extraordinary man that she was supported by one of no common stamp.
The firmness of his stamp and the composure of his manner seemed to indicate a mind settled and resolved.
By taking a route over the black, pick up, by taking a root over the back of the hill, they descended with
great expedition, and but little danger. The distance it had taken Francis an hour to conquer,
was passed by Harper and his companion in ten minutes, and they entered the open space already
mentioned. He struck into one of the sheep paths and crossing the clearing with rapid steps,
they came suddenly upon a horse, cap Harrison for a rider of no mean rank. The noble beast snorted and
pawed the earth as his master approached and replied.
placed the pistols in the holsters.
Harper then turned, and taking the hand of Francis, spoke as follows.
You have this knight saved your brother, Miss Warden.
It would not be proper for me to explain why there are limits to my ability to serve him.
But if you can detain the horse for two hours, he is assuredly safe.
After what you have already done, I can believe you equal to any duty.
God has denied to me children, young lady.
But if it had been his blessed will that my marriage should not have been childless,
such a treasure as yourself would I have asked from his mercy.
But you are my child.
All who dwell in this broad land are my children and my care,
and take the blessing of one who hopes yet to meet you in happier days.
As he spoke with a solemnity that touched Francis to the heart,
he laid his hand impressively upon her head.
The guileless girl turned her face towards him, and the hood again falling back, exposed her lovely features to the moonbeams.
A tear was glistening on either cheek, and her mild blue eyes were glazed upon his reverence.
Harper bent and pressed the paternal kiss upon her forehead and continued,
Any of these sheep paths will take you to the plane, but here we must part.
I have much to do and far to ride.
Forget me in all but your life.
your prayers. He then mounted his horse and lifting his hat, rode towards the back of the mountain,
descending at the same time, and was soon hid by the trees. Francis sprang forward with a
lightened heart, and taking the first path that led onwards. In a few minutes, she reached a
plane in safety. While busied in stealing through the meadows towards the house, the noise
of horse approaching startled her, and she felt how much more was to be apprehended from man.
in such situations than from solitude.
Hiding her form in the angle of a fence near the road,
she remained quiet for a moment and watched their passage.
A small party of dragoons, whose dress was different from the Virginians,
passed at a brisk trot.
They were followed by a gentleman enveloped in a large cloak,
whom she at once knew to be Harper.
Behind him rode a black in livery,
and two youths in uniform brought up the rear,
Instead of taking the road that led by the encampment, they turned short to the left and entered the hills.
Wondering who this unknown but powerful friend of her brother ought to be,
Francis glided across the fields, and using due precautions in approaching the dwelling,
regained her residence undiscovered and in safety.
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Chapter 31, Hence bashful cunning, and prompt me plain and holy innocence.
I am your wife if you will marry me.
On joining Miss Pate, Francis learned that.
that Dunwoody was not yet returned, although, with a view to relieve Henry from the
opportunities of the supposed fanatic, he had desired a very respectable divine of their own church
to ride up from the river and offer his services. This gentleman was already arrived and had
been passing the half-hour he had been there, in a sensible and well-bred conversation with the
spinster that in no degree touched upon their domestic affairs. To the eager inquiries that Miss Peyton
Relative to her success in romantic excursion, Francis would say no more than that she was bound to be silent, and to recommend that the same precaution of the maiden also.
There was smiles playing around the beautiful mouth of Francis, while she uttered the injunction, which satisfied her aunt that all as it should be.
She was urging her niece to take some refreshment after her fatiguing expedition, when the noise of a horseman riding to the door a night.
announced the return of the major.
He had been found by a courier, who was dispatched by Mason,
impatiently waiting the return of Harper to the ferry,
and immediately flew to the place where his friend had been confined,
tormented by a thousand conflicting fears.
The heart of Francis bounded as she listened to his approaching footsteps.
He wanted yet an hour to the termination of the shortest period that the peddler had fixed,
as the time necessary to affect his escape.
Even Harper, powerful and well-disposed as he acknowledged himself to be,
had laid great stress upon the importance of attaining the Virginians during that hour.
She, however, had not time to rally her thoughts before Dunwoody entered one door.
As Miss Payton with the readiness of female instinct retired through another,
the countenance of Peyton was flushed, in an era of Exhibit,
and disappointment pervaded his manner.
Twas imprudent, Francis, nay, was unkind, he cried,
throwing himself in a chair,
to fly at the very moment that I had assured him of safety.
I can almost persuade myself that you delight
in creating points of difference in our feelings and duties.
In our duties there may very possibly be a difference,
returned his mistress,
approaching and leaning her slender form against the wall.
but not in our feelings, Peyton.
You must certainly rejoice in the escape of Henry.
There was no danger impending.
He had the promise of Harper, and it is a word never to be doubted.
Francis, O Francis, had you known the man, you would never have distrusted his assurances,
nor would you have again reduced me to this distressing alternative.
What alternative? asked Francis, pitying his emotions deeply,
but eagerly seizing upon every circumstance to prolong the interview.
What alternative?
Am I not compelled to spend this night in the saddle to recapture your brother
when I had thought to lay my head on its pillow,
with the happy consciousness of having contributed to his release?
You make me seem your enemy.
I who would cheerfully shed the last drop of blood in your service.
I repeat, Francis, it was rash,
It was unkind. It was a sad, sad mistake.
She bent towards him and timidly took one of his hands,
while with the other she gently removed the curls from his burning brow.
Why go at all, dear Peyton, she asked.
You've done much for your country, and she cannot exact such a sacrifice at this time at your hand.
Francis, Miss Wharton! exclaimed the youth swinging on his feet.
pacing the floor with a cheek that burned through his brown covering and an eye that sparkled with wounded integrity.
It is not my country, but my honor that requires the sacrifice.
Has he not fled from a guard of my own core?
But for this, I might have been spared the blow.
But if the eyes of the Virginians are blinded to deception and artifice,
their horses are swift afoot and their sabres are keen.
We shall see before tomorrow's son, who will presume to hint that the beauty of the sister furnished a mass to conceal the brother?
Yes, yes, I should like, even now, he continued laughing bitterly, to hear the villain who would dare to surmise that such treachery existed.
Peyton, dear Peyton, said Francis, recoiling from his angry eye, you curdle my blood, would you kill my brother?
Would I not die for him? exclaimed Dunwoody, as he turned to her more mildly.
You know I would, but I am distracted with this cruel surmise to which this step of Henry subjects me.
What will Washington think of me? Should he learn that I ever became your husband?
If that alone impels you to act so harshly towards my brother, returned Francis with a slight tremor in her voice,
let it never happen for him to learn.
And this is consolation, Francis?
Nay, dear Dunwoody.
I meant nothing harsh or unkind,
but you are not making us both
of more consequence with Washington
than the truth will justify?
I trust that my name is not entirely unknown
to the commander-in-chief,
said the Major a little proudly,
nor are you as obscure as your modesty would make you.
I believe, Francis, when you say that you pity me, and it must be my task to continue worthy of such feelings.
But I waste precious moments.
We must go through the hills tonight, that we may be refreshed in time for the duty of tomorrow.
Mason is already waiting my orders to mount.
Francis, I leave you with a heavy heart.
Pity me, but feel no concern for your brother.
He must again become a prisoner, but every hair of his head,
is sacred.
Stop!
Dunwoody, I conjure you,
cried Francis, gasping for breath,
as she noticed that the hand of the clock
still wanted many minutes to the desired hour.
Before you go on your errand of fastidious duty,
read this note that Henry has left for you,
and which, doubtless as he thought,
he was writing to the friend of his youth.
Francis, I excuse your feelings,
but the time will come when you will do me justice.
That time is now, she answered, extending her hand, unable any longer to feign a displeasure that she did not feel.
Where got you this note? exclaimed the youth, glancing his eyes over its contents.
Poor Henry, you are indeed my friend. If anyone wishes me happiness, it is you.
He does, he does, cried Francis eagerly. He wishes you every happiness. Believe what he tells you every happiness.
Believe what he tells you every word is true.
I do believe him, lovely girl, and he refers me to you for its confirmation.
Would that I could trust equally to your affections?
You may, patent, said Francis, looking up with innocent confidence towards her lover.
Then read for yourself and verify your words, interrupted Dunwoody, holding the note towards her.
Francis received it in astonishment and read the following the following.
life is too precious to be trusted to uncertainties.
I leave you, Peyton, unknown to all but Caesar, and I recommend him to your mercy.
But there is a care that weighs me to the earth.
Look at my aged and infirm parent.
He will be reproached for the supposed crime of his son.
Look at those helpless sisters that I leave behind me without a protector.
Prove to me that you love us all.
Let the clergyman whom you will bring with you
unite you this night to Francis
and become at once brother, son, and husband.
The paper fell from the hands of Francis
and she endeavored to raise her eyes to the face of Dunmuri.
But they sank abashed to the floor.
Am I worthy of this confidence?
Will you send me out this night to meet my own brother?
Or will it be the officer of Congress
in quest of the officer of Britain.
And would you do less of your duty because I am your wife, Major Dunwoody?
In what degree would it be better condition of Henry?
Henry, I repeat, is safe.
The word of Harper is his guarantee,
but I will show the world a bridegroom, continued the youth,
perhaps deceiving himself a little,
who is equal to the duty of arresting the brother of his brother.
bride.
And will the world comprehend this refinement, said Francis, with a musing air that lighted a thousand
hopes in the bosom of her lover?
In fact, the temptation was mighty indeed.
There seemed no other way to detain Dunwoody until the fatal hour had elapsed.
The words of Harper himself, who had so lately told her that openly he could do but little
for Henry, and that everything dependent upon gaining time,
were deeply engraved upon her memory.
Perhaps there was also a fleeting thought of the possibility
of an eternal separation from her lover,
should he proceed and bring back her brother to punishment.
It is difficult at all times to analyze human emotion,
and they pass through the sensitive heart of a woman
with a rapidity and nearly with the vividness of lightning.
Why do you hesitate, dear Francis?
cried Dunwoody, who was studying her varying countenance.
A few minutes might give me a husband's claim to protect you.
Francis grew giddy.
She turned an anxious eye to the clock,
and the hands seemed to linger over its face,
as if with intent to torture her.
Speak, Francis, murmured Dunwoody.
May I summon my good kinswoman?
Determine for time presses.
She endeavored to reply but could only whisper something that was inaudible,
but which her lover, with the privilege of immemorial custom, construed into assent.
He turned and flew to the door when his mistress recovered her voice.
Stop, Peyton!
I cannot enter into such a solemn engagement with a fraud upon my conscience.
I have seen Henry since his escape and time is all important to him.
Here's my hand, if with this knowledge of the consequence of the delay, you will not reject it, it is freely yours.
Reject it, cried the delightful youth. I take it as the richest gift of heaven. There is time enough for us all.
Two hours will take me through the hills, and by noon tomorrow I will return with Washington's pardon for your brother, and Henry will help to enliven our nuptials.
Then meet me here in ten minutes, said Francis, greatly relieved by unburdening her mind,
and filled with the hope of securing Henry's safety, and I will return and take those vows,
which will bind me to you forever. Dunwoody paused only to press her once into his bosom,
and flew to communicate his wishes to the priest.
Miss Peyton received the avowal of her niece, with infinite astonishment, and a little
little displeasure. It was violating all the order and decorum of a wedding to get it so hastily
and with so little ceremony. But Francis, with modest firmness, declaring that her resolution was
taken. She had long possessed the consent of her friends, and their nuptials for months had only
waited her pleasure. She had now promised on Woody, and it was her wish to comply, more she dared
not to say without committing herself, by entering into explanations that might endanger birch or
harbour or both. Unuse to contention, and really much attached to the kinsman. The feeble objections of
Miss Peyton gave way to the firmness of her niece. Mr. Wharton was too completely a convert to the
doctrine of passive obedience and non-resistance, to withstand any solicitation from an officer of Dunwoody's
influence in the rebel armies. And the maid returned to the apartment accompanied by her father and
aunt at the expiration of the time that she had fixed. Dunwoody and the clergyman was already there.
Francis, silently and without the affection of reserve, placed in his hand the wedding ring of her
own mother. And after some little time spent in arranging Mr. Wharton and herself, Miss Peyton
suffered the ceremony to proceed. The clock stowed directly before the eyes of Francis,
and she turned many an anxious glance at the dial. But the solemn language of the priest soon
caught her attention, and her mind became intent upon the vows she was uttering.
The ceremony was quickly over, and the clergyman closed the words of benediction. The clock
told the hour of nine. This was the time that Harper had deemed so important.
and Francis felt as if a mighty load was at once removed from her heart.
Dunwoody folded her in his arms,
saluted the mild aunt again and again,
and shook Mr. Wharton, and the divine repeated thee by the hands.
In the midst of the fallation,
a tap was heard at the door, it was opened and Mason appeared.
We are in the saddle, said the lieutenant,
and with your permission I will lead on,
as you are so well mounted,
you can overtake us at your leisure.
Yes, my good fellow March, cried Dunwoody, gladly seizing an excuse to linger.
I will reach you at the first halt.
The subaltern retired to execute these orders.
He was followed by Mr. Wharton and the Divine.
Now Peyton, said Francis, it is indeed a brother that you seek.
I am sure I need not costing you in his behalf should you unfortunately find him.
say fortunately cried the youth for i am determined he shall yet dance at my wedding would that i could win him to our cause it is the cause of his country and i could fight with more pleasure frances with your brother by my side
oh mention it not you awaken terrible reflections i will not mention it returned her husband but i must now leave you but the sooner i go frances the sooner i shall return
The noise of a horseman was heard approaching the house, and Dunwoody was yet taking leave of his bride and her aunt, when officer was shown into the room by his own man.
The gentleman wore the dress of an aide-de-comp, and the Major at once knew him to be one of the military family of Washington.
Major Dunwoody, he said, after bowing to the ladies, the commander-in-chief has directed me to give you these orders.
He executed his mission, and pleading duty took his leave immediately.
"'Here indeed,' cried the Major,
"'is an unexpected turn in the whole affair.
"'But I understand it.
"'Harper has got my letter, and ready we feel his influence.'
"'Have you news affecting Henry?' cried Francis, springing to his side.
"'Listen, and you shall judge.
"'Sir, upon the receipt of this, you will concentrate your squadron
"'so as to be in front of the covering party
"'which the enemy has sent up in front of his foragers,
by 10 o'clock tomorrow, on the heights of Cronton, where you will find a body of foot to support you.
The escape of the English spy has been reported to me, but his arrest is unimportant compared with this duty I now assign you.
You will therefore recall your men, if any are in pursuit and endeavor to defeat the enemy fort with.
Your obedient servant, George Washington.
Thank God, cried Dunwoody.
My hands are washed of Henry's recapt.
capture, I can now move to my duty with honor. And with prudence too, dear Peyton, said Francis,
with a face as pale as death. Remember Dunwoody, you leave behind your new claims on your life.
The youth dwelt on her lovely but pallid features with rapture, and as he folded her to his heart
exclaimed, For your sake, I will, lovely innocent. Francis sobbed the moment on his bosom, and he
he tore himself from her presence.
Miss Peyton retired with her niece, to whom she conceived it necessary, before they separated
for the night, to give in monetary lecture on the subject of matrimonial duty.
Her instruction was modestly received, if not properly digested.
We regret that history has not handed down to us this precious dissertation, but the result
of all our investigation has been to learn that I partook largely of those peculiarities,
which are said to tincture the rules prescribed to govern bachelor's children. We shall now leave
the ladies of the Wharton family, and return to Captain Morton and Harvey Birch.
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the peddler and his companion soon reached the valley and after pausing to listen and hearing no sounds which announced that pursuers were abroad they entered the highway
acquainted with every step that led through the mountains and possessed of sinews inured to toil birch led the way with the lengthened strides that were peculiar to the man and his profession his pack alone was wanting to finish the appearance of his ordinary
business air. At times, when they approached one of those little posts held by the American
troops, with which the highlands abounded, he would take a circuit to avoid the sentinels and plunge
fearlessly into a thicket, or ascend a rugged hill that to the eye seemed impassable. But the
peddler was familiar with every turn in their difficult route, knew where the ravines might be
penetrated, or where the streams were fordable.
In one or two instances, Henry thought that their further progress was absolutely at an end,
but the ingenuity or knowledge of his guide conquered every difficulty.
After walking at a great rate for three hours, they suddenly diverged from the road,
which inclined to the east, and held their course directly across the hills in a due south
direction. This movement was made, the peddler informed his companion, in order to avoid the parties
who constantly patrolled in the southern entrance of the highlands, as well as to shorten the distance
by traveling in a straight line. After reaching the summit of a hill, Harvey seated himself by the side of a
little run and opening a wallet that he had slung where his pack was commonly suspended,
he invited his comrade to partake of the course fair it contained.
Henry had kept pace with the peddler, more by the excitement natural to his situation than by the
equality of his physical powers. The idea of a halt was unpleasant, so long as there existed a
possibility of the horse getting below him in time to intercept their retreat through the
neutral ground. He therefore stated his apprehensions to his companion and urged a wish to
to proceed follow my example captain wharton said the pedlar commencing his frugal meal if the horse have started it will be more than man can do to head them and if they have not work is cut out for them that will drive all thoughts of you and me from their brains
you said yourself that two hours detention was all important to us and if we lord her here of what use will be the advantage that we have already obtained
the time is past and major dunwoody thinks little of following two men when hundreds are waiting for him on the banks of the river listen interrupted henry there are horses at this moment passing the foot of the hill i hear them even laughing and talking to each other
Hist, there is the voice of Dunwoody himself. He calls to his comrade in a manner that shows but little uneasiness.
One would think that the situation of his friend would lower his spirits. Surely Francis could not have given him the letter.
On hearing the first exclamation of the captain, Birch arose from his seat, and approached cautiously to the brow of the hill,
taking care to keep his body in the shadow of the rocks, so as to be unseen at any distance.
and earnestly reconnoitered the group of passing horsemen.
He continued listening, until their quick footsteps were no longer audible,
and then quietly returned to his seat, and with incomparable coolness, resumed his meal.
You have a long walk and a tiresome one before you, Captain Wharton.
You had better do as I do.
You were eager for food at the hut above fishkill,
but traveling seems to have worn down your appetite.
i thought myself safe then but the information of my sister fills me with uneasiness and i cannot eat you have less reason to be troubled now than at any time since the night before you were taken when you refused my advice and an offer to you in safety returned the peddler
major dunwoody is not a man to laugh and be gay when his friend is in difficulty come then and eat for no horse will be in our way if we can hold our legs for four hours longer and the sun keeps behind the hills as long as common
there was a composure in the peddler's manner that encouraged his companion and having once determined to submit to harvey's government he suffered himself to be persuaded into a tolerable supper if quantity be considered without any reference
to the quality. After completing their repast, the peddler resumed his journey. Henry followed in blind
submission to his will. For two hours more, they struggled with the difficult and dangerous passes
of the highlands, without road or any other guide than the moon, which was traveling the heavens,
now wading through flying clouds, and now shining brightly. At length they arrived at a point where the
mountains sank into rough and unequal hillocks, and passed at once from the barren sterility of
the precipices to the imperfect culture of the neutral ground. The peddler now became more guarded
in the manner in which they proceeded, and took diverse precautions to prevent meeting any moving
parts of the Americans. With the stationary posts he was too familiar to render it probable,
he might fall upon any of them unawares. He wound among the hills and veysed. He wound among the hills and
fails, now keeping the highways and now avoiding them, with a precision that seemed instinctive.
There was nothing elastic in his tread, but he glided over the ground with enormous strides,
and a body bent forward, without appearing to use exertion or no weariness.
The moon had set, and a faint streak of light was beginning to show itself in the east.
Captain Wharton ventured to express a sense of fatigue, and to inquire if there were a feeling
they were not yet arrived at a part of the country where it might be safe to apply at some of the farmhouses for admission.
See here, said the peddler, pointing to a hill at a short distance in the rear.
Do you not see a man walking on the point of that rock?
Turn so as to bring the daylight in the range.
Now, see, he moves, and seems to be looking earnestly at something to the eastward.
Two hundred of the Riggler troops lay on that hill, no doubt sleeping on their.
arms. Then, cried Henry, let us join them, and our danger is ended.
Softly, softly, Captain Wharton, said the peddler dryly. You've once been in the midst of
three hundred of them, but there was a man who could take you out. See you not yon dark body
on the side of the opposite hill, just above the cornstalks? There are the rebels, since that is
the word for us loyal subjects, waiting only for day to see who will
be master of the ground. Nay, then, exclaimed the fiery youth, I will join the troops of my prince,
and share their fortune, be it good or be it bad. You forget that you fight with a halter round your
neck. No, no, I have promised one whom I must not disappoint to carry you safe in, and unless you forget
what I have already done, and what I have risked for you, Captain Warden, you will turn and follow me to
Harlem. To this appeal, the youth felt unwillingly obliged to submit, and they continued their course
towards the city. It was not long before they gained the banks of the Hudson. After searching for
a short time under the shore, the peddler discovered a skiff that appeared to be an old acquaintance,
and entering it with his companion, he landed him on the south shore of the Croton. Here, Birch declared
they were in safety, for the royal troops held the Continentals at bay, and the former were out
in two great strength for the light parties of the latter to trust themselves below that river
on the immediate banks of the Hudson. Throughout the whole of the arduous flight,
the peddler had manifested a coolness and presence of mind that nothing appeared to disturb.
All his faculties seemed to be of more than usual perfection, and the infirmity that
of nature to have no dominion over him. Henry had followed him like a child in leading strings,
and he now reaped his reward as he felt a bound of pleasure at his heart, on hearing that he
was relieved from apprehension and permitted to banish every doubt of security. A steep and laborious
ascent brought them from the level of the tidewaters to the high lands that form, in this
part of the river, the eastern banks of the Hudson. Retiring a little from the highway,
under the shelter of a thicket of cedars, the peddler threw his form on a flat rock,
and announced to his companion that the hour for rest and refreshment had at length arrived.
The day was now opened, and objects could be seen in the distance with distinctness.
beneath them lay the Hudson stretching to the south in a straight line as far as the eye could reach.
To the north, the broken fragments of the highlands threw upwards their lofty heads,
above masses of fog that hung over the water, and by which the course of the river could be traced
into the bosom of hills whose conical summits were grouping together, one behind another,
in that disorder that might be supposed to have succeeded their gigantic.
but fruitless efforts to stop the progress of the flood.
Emerging from these confused piles, the river, as if rejoicing at its release from the struggle,
expanded into a wide bay, which was ornamented by a few fertile and low points that jutted
humbly into its broad basin. On the opposite or western shore, the rocks of Jersey
were gathered into an array that has obtained for them the name of the palisades,
elevating themselves for many hundred feet, as if to protect the rich country in their rear from the
inroads of the conqueror. But, disdaining such an enemy, the river swept proudly by their feet,
and held its undeviating way to the ocean. A ray of the rising sun darted upon the slight cloud
that hung over the placid river, and at once the whole scene was in motion, changing and assuming new
forms, and exhibiting fresh objects in each successive moment. At the daily rising of this great
curtain of nature, at the present time, scores of white sails and sluggish vessels are seen
thickening on the water, with the air of life which denotes the neighborhood to the metropolis
of a great and flourishing empire. But to Henry and the peddler, it displayed only the square
yards and lofty masts of a vessel of war, riding a few miles below them. Before the fog had begun
to move, the tall spars were seen above it, and from one of them a long pennant was feebly born abroad
in the current of night air that still quivered along the river. But as the smoke arose,
the black hull, the crowded and complicated mass of rigging, and the heavy yards and booms,
spreading their arms afar were successively brought into view.
"'There, Captain Wharton,' said the peddler,
"'there is a safe resting place for you.
America has no arm that can reach you if you gain the deck of that ship.
She is sent up to cover the foragers and support the troops.
The wriggler officers are fond of the sound of cannon from their shipping.'
Without condescending to reply to the sarcasm conveyed in this speech,
or perhaps not noticing it, Henry joyfully acquiesced in the proposal, and it was accordingly arranged
between them that, as soon as they were refreshed, he would endeavor to get on board the vessel.
While busily occupied in the very indispensable operation of breaking their fast, our adventurers
were startled with the sound of distant firearms. At first, a few scattering shots were fired,
which were succeeded by a long and animated role of musketry,
and then quickened heavy volleys followed each other.
"'Your prophecy is made good,' cried the English officer,
springing upon his feet.
"'Our troops and the rebels are at it.
"'I would give six months' pay to see the charge.'
"'Humph!' returned his companion,
"'without ceasing his meal.
"'They do very well to look at from a distance.
"'I can't say, but the company of this bacon,
cold as it is, is more to my taste just now than a hot fire from the Continentals.
The discharges are heavy for so small a force, but the fire seems irregular.
The scattering guns are from the Connecticut militia, said Harvey, raising his head to listen.
They rattle it off finely, and are no fools at a mark.
The volleys are the wrigglers who, you know, fire by word as long as they can.
I like not the warmth of what you call a scattering fire, exclaimed the captain moving about with uneasiness.
It is more like the roll of a drum than skirmishers shooting.
No, no, I said not scrimmagers, returned the other, raising himself upon a knee and ceasing to eat.
So long as they stand, they are too good for the best troops in the royal army.
Each man does his work as if fighting by the job, and then they think while they fight,
and don't send bullets to the clouds that were meant to kill men on earth.
You talk and look, sir, as if you wished them success, said Henry sternly.
I wish success to the good cause only, Captain Wharton.
I thought you knew me too well, to be uncertain which party I favored.
Oh, you are reputed, loyal, Mr. Birch, but the volleys have ceased.
Both now listened intently for a little while, during which the irregular report
courts became less brisk and suddenly heavy and repeated volleys followed.
"'They've been at the bayonet,' said the peddler.
"'The wrigglers have tried the bayonet, and the rebels are driven.'
"'I, Mr. Birch, the bayonet is the thing for the British soldier, after all.
They delight in the bayonet.'
"'Well, to my notion,' said the peddler,
"'there's but little delight to be taken in any such fearful weapon.
"'I dare say the militia are of my mind, for half of the men.'
for half of them don't carry the ugly things lord lord captain i wish you'd go with me once into the rebel camp and hear what lies the men will tell about bunker hill and bergine you'd think they loved the bayonet as much as they do their dinners
There was a chuckle and an air of affected innocency about his companion that rather annoyed Henry,
and he did not deign to reply.
The firing now became desultory, occasionally intermingled with heavy volleys.
Both of the fugitives were standing, listening with much anxiety,
when a man, armed with a musket, was seen stealing towards them under the shelter of the cedar bushes,
that partially covered the hill.
Henry first observed this suspicious-looking stranger and instantly pointed him out to his companion.
Birch started and certainly made an indication of sudden flight.
But recollecting himself, he stood in sullen silence until the stranger was in a few yards of them.
"'Tis friends,' said the fellow, clubbing his gun, but apparently afraid to venture nearer.
"'You had better retire,' said Birch.
here are wrigglers at hand we are not near dunwoody's horse now and you will not find me an easy prize to-day damn major dunwoody and his horse cried the leader of the skinners for it was he god bless king george and a speedy end to the rebellion say i if you would show me the safe way in to the refugees mr birch i'll pay you well and ever after stand your friend in the bargain the road is as open to you as to me
said Birch, turning from him in ill-concealed disgust,
if you want to find the refugees, you know well where they lay.
I, but I'm a little doubtful of going in upon them by myself.
Now you are well known to them all, and it will be no detriment to you just to let me go in with you.
Henry here interfered, and after holding a short dialogue with a fellow,
he entered into a compact with him, that, on condition of surrendering his,
his arms, he might join the party. The man complied instantly, and Birch received his gun with
eagerness. Nor did he lay it upon his shoulder to renew their march before he had carefully
examined the priming and ascertained to his satisfaction that it contained a good dry ball cartridge.
As soon as this engagement was completed, they commenced their journey anew. By following the
bank of the river, Birch led the way free from observation until they reached the point opposite
to the frigate, when, by making a signal, a boat was induced to approach. Some time was spent,
and much precaution used, before the seaman would trust themselves ashore. But Henry, having
finally succeeded in making the officer who commanded the party credit his assertions, he was
able to rejoin his companions in arms in safety. Before taking leave of Birch, the captain handed him
his purse, which was tolerably well supplied for the times. The peddler received it, and, watching an
opportunity, he conveyed it unnoticed by the Skinner, to a part of his dress that was ingeniously
contrived to hold such treasures. The boat pulled from the shore, and Birch turned on his heel,
drawing his breath, like one relieved, and shot up the hills with the strides for which he was famous.
The Skinner followed, and each party pursued the common course, casting frequent and suspicious
glances at the other, and both maintaining a most impenetrable silence.
Waggons were moving along the river road, and occasional parties of horse were seen
escorting the fruit of the inroad towards the city. As the peddler had views of his
own, he rather avoided falling in with any of these patrols than sought their protection.
But, after traveling a few miles on the immediate banks of the river, during which, notwithstanding,
the repeated efforts of the Skinner to establish something like sociability, he maintained a more
determined silence, keeping a firm hold on the gun, and always maintaining a jealous watchfulness
of his associate. The peddler suddenly struck into the highway, with an intention of crossing the
hills towards Harlem. At the moment he gained the path, a body of horse came over a little
eminence, and was upon him before he perceived them. It was too late to retreat, and after taking
a view of the materials that composed this party, Birch rejoiced in the encounter as a probable
means of relieving him from his unwelcome companion. There were some 18 or 20 men mounted and
equipped as dragoons, though neither their appearance nor manners denoted much discipline.
At their head rode a heavy, middle-aged man, whose features expressed as much of animal
courage and as little of reason as could be desired for such an occupation.
He wore the dress of an officer, but there was none of that neatness in his attire,
nor grace in his movements, that was usually found about the gentleman who bore the royal
commission. His limbs were firm, but not pliable, and he sat his horse with strength and confidence.
But his bridle hand would have been ridiculed by the meanest rider amongst the Virginians.
As he expected, this leader instantly hailed the peddler, in a voice by no means more conciliating
than his appearance.
"'Hey, my gentleman, which way so fast?' he cried.
"'As Washington sent you down as spies?'
"'I am an innocent peddler,' returned Harvey Meekly,
"'and am going below to lay in a fresh stock of goods.'
"'And how do you expect to get below, my innocent peddler?
"'Do you think we hold the forts at King's Bridge
"'to cover such peddling rascals as you
"'in your goings in and comings out?'
"'I believe I hold a pass that will carry me through,'
"'said the peddler, handing him a paper with an air of indifference.
"'The officer, for such he was, read it,
and cast a look of surprise and curiosity at Harvey when he was done.
Then, turning to one or two of his men, who had officiously stopped the way, he cried,
Why do you detain the man? Give way and let him pass in peace. But whom have we here?
Your name is not mentioned in the past.
No, sir, said the Skinner, lifting his hat with humility. I have been a poor,
deluded man, who has been serving in the rebel army. But thank God, I have lived to
see the error of my ways, and am now come to make reparation by enlisting under the Lord's
anointed.
"'Ompf! A deser! A skinner! I'll swear, wanting to turn cowboy. In the last brush I had with the
scoundrels, I could hardly tell my own men from the enemy. We are not over well-supplied with
coats, and as for countenances, the rascals change sides so often that you may as well count
their faces for nothing. But trudge on, we will contrive to make use of you sooner or later.
Ungracious, as was this reception, if you could judge of the Skinner's feelings from this manner,
it nevertheless delighted him. He moved with alacrity towards the city, and really was so happy to
escape the brutal looks and frightful manner of his interrogator, as to lose sight of all other
considerations. But the man who performed the functions of orderly in the irregular troop
rode up to the side of his commander and commenced a close and apparently a confidential
discourse with his principle. They spoke in whispers and cast frequent and searching
glances at the Skinner, until the fellow began to think himself an object of more than common
attention. His satisfaction at this distinction was somewhat heightened at observing a smile on the
face of the captain, which, although it might be thought grim, certainly denoted satisfaction.
This pantomime occupied the time they were passing a hollow, and concluded as they rose another hill.
Here, the captain and his sergeant both dismounted and ordered the party to halt.
The two partisans each took a pistol from his holster, a movement that excited no suspicion or alarm,
as it was a precaution always observed, and beckoned to the peddler.
and the Skinner to follow. A short walk brought them to a spot where the hill overhung the river,
the ground falling nearly perpendicularly to the shore. On the brow of the eminence stood a deserted
and dilapidated barn. Many boards of its covering were torn from their places, and its wide
doors were lying, the one in front of the building and the other halfway down the precipice,
whither the wind had cast it. Entering this desolate spot, the reference, the reference
F.G. Officer very coolly took from his pocket a short pipe, which, from long use, had acquired
not only the hue but the gloss of ebony, a tobacco box, and a small roll of leather that contained
steel, flint, and tinder. With this apparatus he soon furnished his mouth with a companion that
habit had long rendered necessary to reflection. So soon as a large column of smoke arose from the arrangement,
the captain significantly held forth a hand towards his assistant.
A small cord was produced from the pocket of the sergeant and handed to the other.
The refugee threw out vast puffs of smoke until nearly all of his head was obscured
and looked round the building with an inquisitive eye.
At length he removed the pipe and inhaling a draft of pure air,
returned it to its domicile, and proceeded at once to business.
A heavy piece of timber lay across the girths of the barn, but a little way from the southern door,
which opened directly upon a full view of the river as it stretched far away towards the Bay of New York.
Over this beam, the refugee threw one end of the rope, and regaining it, joined the two parts in his hand.
A small and weak barrel that wanted a head, the staves of which were loose, and at one end standing apart, were left on the floor,
probably as useless. The sergeant, in obedience to a look from his officer, placed it beneath the beam.
All of these arrangements were made with composure, and they now seemed completed to the officer's perfect satisfaction.
Calm, he said coolly to the Skinner, who, admiring the preparations, had stood a silent spectator of their progress.
He obeyed, and it was not until he found his neckcloth removed and hat thrown aside.
that he took the alarm, but he had so often resorted to a similar expedient to extort information
or plunder, that he by no means felt the terror an unpracticed man would have suffered at these
ominous movements. The rope was adjusted to his neck with the same coolness that formed the
characteristic of the whole movement, and a fragment of board being laid upon the barrel he was
ordered to mount. But it may fall, said the Skinner, for the first time beginning to tremble.
I will tell you anything, even how to surprise our party at the pond, without all this trouble,
and it is commanded by my own brother.
I want no information, returned his executioner, for such he now seemed really to be,
throwing the rope repeatedly over the beam, first drawing it tight so as to annoy the
Skinner a little, and then casting the end from him, beyond the reach of anyone.
This is joking too far, cried the Skinner, in a tone of remonstrance,
raising himself on his toes, with the vain hope of releasing himself from the cord, by slipping his
head through the noose. But the caution and experience of the refugee officer had guarded against
this escape. "'What have you done with the horse you stole from me, rascal?' muttered the officer of the
cowboys, throwing out columns of smoke while he waited for a reply. "'He broke down in the chase,'
replied the Skinner quickly, "'but I can tell you where one is to be found that is worth him and his sire.'
"'Lyer! I will help myself when I am in need. You had better call upon God for aid, as your hour is short.'
On concluding advice, he struck the barrel a violent blow with his heavy foot, and the slender staves flew in every direction, leaving the Skinner whirling in the air.
As his hands were unconfined, he threw them upwards, and held himself suspended by main strength.
"'Come, Captain,' he said coaxingly,
"'a little huskiness creeping into his voice,
"'and his knees beginning to shake with tremor.
"'End the joke.
"'Tis enough to make it laugh,
"'and my arms begin to tire.
"'I can't hold on much longer.'
"'Hark ye, Mr. Peddler,'
"'said the refugee in a voice
"'that would not be denied.
"'I want not your company.
"'Through that door lies your road, march.
"'Offer to touch that dog,
"'and you'll swing in his place,
"'though twenty Sir Henry's wanted your services.'
so saying he retired to the road with sergeant as the peddler precipitately retreated down the bank birch went no further than a bush that opportunely offered itself as a screen to his person while he yielded to an unconquerable desire to witness the termination of this extraordinary scene
left alone the skinner began to throw fearful glances around to espy the hiding-places of his tormentors for the first time the horrid idea seemed to shoot through his brain that something serious was intended by the cowboy
he called entreatingly to be released and made rapid and incoherent promises of important information mingled with affected pleasantry at their conceit which he would hardly admit to himself could mean anything so dreadful as it seemed
But as he heard the tread of the horses moving on their course, and in vain looked around for human aid,
violent trembling seized his limbs, and his eyes began to start from his head with terror.
He made a desperate effort to reach the beam, but too much exhausted from his previous exertions,
he caught the rope in his teeth in a vain effort to sever the cord, and fell to the whole length of his arms.
Here his cries were turned into shrieks.
Help! Cut the rope! Captain!
"'Burch! Good peddler! Down with the Congress, Sergeant! For God's sake! Help!
"'Hurray for the Queen! Oh, God! Oh God! Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!
As his voice became suppressed, one of his hands endeavored to make its way between the rope and his neck,
and partially succeeded, but the other fell quivering by his side. A convulsive shuddering passed
over his whole frame, and he hung a hideous corpse.
Birch continued gazing on this scene with a kind of infatuation.
At its close he placed his hands to his ears and rushed towards the highway.
Still, the cries for mercy rang through his brain,
and it was many weeks before his memory ceased to dwell on the horrid event.
The cowboys rode steadily on their route as if nothing had occurred,
and the body was left swinging in the wind until Chance directed the wandering footsteps of some lonely
straggler to the place.
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chapter thirty three green be the turf above thee friend of my better days none knew thee but to love thee none named thee but to praise halik
while the scenes and events that we have recorded were occurring captain lawton led his small party by slow and wary marches from the four corners to the front of a body of the enemy where he so successful
successfully maneuvered for a short time as completely to elude all their efforts to entrap him and yet so disguised his own forces as to excite the constant apprehension of an attack from the americans
this forbearing policy on the side of the partisan was owing to positive orders received from his commander when dunwoody left his detachment the enemy were known to be slowly advancing and he directed lawton to hover around them and to
his own return and the arrival of a body of foot might enable him to intercept their retreat the trooper discharged his duty to the letter but with no little of the impatience that made part of his character when restrained from the attack
during these moments betty flanagan guided her little cart with indefatigable zeal among the rocks of westchester now discussing with the sergeant the nature of evil spirits and now combating with the search of the search for the search for the search for the search for the search for the search for the search for
and sundry points of practice that were hourly arising between them but the moment arrived that was to decide the temporary mastery of the field a detachment of the eastern militia moved out from their fastnesses and approached the enemy
the junction between lawton and his auxiliaries was made at midnight and an immediate consultation was held between him and the leader of the foot-soldiers after listening to the statements of the partisan
who rather despised the prowess of his enemy, the commandment of the party determined to attack the British.
The moment daylight enabled him to reconnoiter their position without waiting for the aid of Dunwoody and his horse.
So soon as this decision was made, Lawton retired from the building where the consultation was held and rejoined his own small command.
The few troops who were with the captain had fastened their horses in a spot adjacent to a haystack,
and laid their own frames under its shelter to catch a few hours sleep.
But Dr. Sitgreaves, Sergeant Hollister, and Betty Flanagan
were congregated at a short distance by themselves,
having spread a few blankets upon the dry surface of a rock.
Lawton threw his huge frame by the side of the surgeon,
and holding his cloak about him, leaned his head upon one hand,
and appeared deeply engaged in contemplating the moon as it waded through the heavens.
The sergeant was sitting upright, in respectful deferrence to the surgeon,
and the washerwoman was now raising her head, in order to vindicate some of her favorite maxims,
and now composing it to sleep.
So, Sergeant, continued Sitgraves, following up a previous position,
if you cut upwards the blow by losing the additional momentum of your weight,
will be less destructive and at the same time affect the true purpose of war,
that of disabling your enemy.
pooh pooh sergeant dear said the washerwoman raising her head from the blanket where's the harm of taking a life just in the way of battle is it the wrigglers who show favor and they fighting ask captain jack there if the country would be free and the boys no strike there might i wouldn't make them disparage the whisky so much
it is not to be expected that an ignorant female like yourself mrs flanagan returned the surgeon with a calmness that only rendered his contempt more stinging to betty can comprehend the distinctions of surgical science
neither are you accomplished in the sword exercise so that dissertations upon the judicious use of the weapon could avail you nothing either in theory or in practice it's hot little i care anyway for such botherment but fighting is no play
and a body shouldn't be particular how they strike or who they'd hit so it's the enemy are we likely to have a warm day captain lawton tis more than probable replied the trooper these militia seldom fail of making a bloody field
either by their cowardice or their ignorance and the real soldier is made to suffer for their bad conduct are you ill john said the surgeon passing his hand along the arm of the captain until it instinctively settled on his pulse
but the steady even beat announced neither bodily nor mental malady.
Sick at heart, Archibald, at the folly of our rulers,
in believing that battles are to be fought in victories won
by fellows who handle a musket as they would a flail,
lads who wink when they pull a trigger and form a line like a hoop pole.
The dependence we plan on these men spills the best blood of the country.
The surgeon listened with amazement.
It was not the matter, but the manner that surpassed.
surprised him. The trooper had uniformly exhibited on the eve of battle in animation and an eagerness
to engage that was directly at variance with the admirable coolness of his manner at other times.
But now there was a despondency in the tones of his voice, and a listlessness in his air that
was entirely different. The operator hesitated a moment to reflect in what manner he could
render this change of service in furthering his favorite system, and then continued,
It would be wise, John, to advise the colonel to keep a long shot.
A spent ball will disable.
No, exclaimed the trooper impatiently,
let the rascals singe their whiskers at the muzzles of the British muskets,
if they can be driven there.
But enough of them.
Archibald, do you deign that moon to be a world like this,
containing creatures like ourselves?
Nothing more probable, dear John.
We know its size and reasoning from analogy may easily,
conjecture its use whether or not its inhabitants have attained to that perfection in the sciences which we have acquired must depend greatly on the state of its society and in some measure upon its physical influences
i care nothing about their learning archibald but tis a wonderful power that can create such worlds and control them in their wanderings i know not why but there is a feeling of melancholy excited within me as i gaze on that body of light
shaded as it is by their fancied sea and land. It seems to be the resting place of departed spirits.
Take a drop, darling, said Betty, raising her head once more, and proffering her own bottle.
Tis the night damp that chills the blood, and then the talk with the cursed militia is no good for a fiery temper.
Take a drop, darling, and you'll sleep till the morning. I fed Roanoke myself, for I thought he might need hard riding the morrow.
"'Tis a glorious heaven to look upon,' continued the trooper in the same tone,
"'d disregarding the offer of Betty, and tis a thousand pities that such worms as men should let their vile passions deface such godly work.'
"'You speak the truth, dear John. There is room for all to live and enjoy themselves in peace,
if such could be satisfied with his own. Still, war has its advantages. It particularly promotes the knowledge of surgery,
and there is a star, continued Lawton, still bent on his own ideas,
struggling to glitter through a few driving clouds.
Perhaps that too is a world, and contains its creatures endowed with reason like ourselves.
Think you that they know of war and bloodshed?
If I might be so bold, said Sergeant Hollister, mechanically raising his hand to his cap.
Tis mentioned in the good book that the Lord made the sun to stand still while Joshua was charging the enemy,
in order sir as i suppose that they might have daylight to turn their flank or perhaps make a faint in the rear or some such manoeuvre now if the lord would lend them a hand fighting cannot be sinful i have often been nonplussed though to find that they used them chariots instead of heavy dragoons who are in all comparison better to break a line of infantry and who for the matter of that would turn such wheel carriages and getting into the rear play the very devil with them horse and all
it is because you do not understand the construction of those ancient vehicles sergeant hollister that you judge of them so erroneously said the surgeon they were armed with sharp weapons that protruded from their wheels and such broke up the columns of foot like dismembered particles of matter
I doubt now if similar instruments were affixed to the carts of Miss Flanagan,
that great confusion might be carried into the ranks of the enemy thereby this very day.
It's but little that the mayor would go, and the wrigglers firing at her,
grumbled Betty from under her blankets.
When we got the plunder, the time we drove them through the jarzies it was,
I had to back the bast up to the dead, for the divil the foot would she move,
farned the firing, wide her eyes open.
Rowanoke and Captain Jack are good enough for the redcoats, letting alone myself and the mare.
A long roll of the drums from the hill occupied by the British announced that they were on the alert,
and a corresponding signal was immediately heard from the Americans.
The bugle of the Virginians struck up its martial tones,
and in a few moments both the hills, the one held by the royal troops and the other by their enemies,
were alive with armed men.
Day had begun to dawn, and preparations were making by both parties to give and to receive the attack.
In numbers the Americans had greatly the advantage, but in discipline and equipment, the superiority was entirely with their enemies.
The arrangements for the battle were brief, and by the time the sun rose the militia moved forward.
The ground did not admit of the movements of horse, and the only duty that could be assigned to the dragoons was to watch the moment of victory,
and endeavor to improve the success to the utmost.
Lawton soon got his warriors into the saddle,
and leaving them to the charge of Hollister,
he rode himself along the line of foot,
who, invariated dresses and imperfectly armed,
were formed in a shape that in some degree resembled a martial array.
A scornful smile lowered about the lip of the trooper
as he guided Roanoke with a skillful hand
through the windings of their ranks,
and when the word was given to March,
he turned the flank of the regiment and followed,
close in the rear. The Americans had to descend into a little hollow and rise a hill on its opposite
side to approach the enemy. The descent was made with tolerable steadiness until near the foot of the
hill when the royal troops advanced in a beautiful line with their flanks protected by the formation
of the ground. The appearance of the British drew a fire from the militia, which was given with
good effort and for a moment staggered the regulars, but they were rallied by their officers and threw in
volley after volley with great steadiness. For a short time, the fire was warm and destructive
until the English advanced with the bayonet. This assault, the militia had not sufficient discipline
to withstand. Their line wavered, then paused, and finally broke into companies and fragments
of companies, keeping up at the same time a scattering and desultory fire. Lawton witnessed these
operations in silence, nor did he open his mouth until the field was covered with parties of the flying
Americans. Then, indeed, he seemed stung with a disgrace thus heaped upon the arms of his country.
Spurring Roanoke along the side of the hill, he called to the fugitives in all the strength of his
powerful voice. He pointed to the enemy and assured his countrymen that they had mistaken the way.
There was such a mixture of indifference and irony in his exhortations that a few paused in surprise.
Moore joined them until, roused by the example of the trooper and stimulated by their own spirit,
they demanded to be led against their foe once more come on then my brave friends shouted the trooper turning his horse's head towards the british line one flank of which was very near him come on and hold your fire until it will scorch their eyebrows
the men sprang forward and followed his example neither giving nor receiving a fire until they had come within a very short distance of the enemy an english sergeant who had been concealed by a rock enraged with the audacity of the fire
of the officer who thus dared their arms, stepped from behind his cover and levelled his musket.
Fire and you die, cried Lawton, spurring his charger, which leapt forward at that instant.
The action and the tone of his voice shook the nerves of the Englishman, who drew his trigger with an uncertain aim.
Roanoke sprang with all his feet from the earth, and plunging fell headlong and lifeless at the feet of his destroyer.
Lawton kept his feet, standing face to face with his enemy.
The latter presented his bayonet and made a desperate thrust at the trooper's heart.
The steel of their weapons emitted sparks of fire, and the bayonet flew fifty feet in the air.
At the next moment its owner lay a quivering corpse.
Come on, shouted the trooper, as a body of English appeared on the rock and threw in a close fire.
Come on, he repeated, and brandished his saber fiercely.
Then his gigantic form fell backward, like a majestic pine yielding to the axe.
But still, as he slowly fell, he continued to wield his saber, and once more the deep tones of his voice were heard uttering,
Come on!
The advancing Americans paused aghast, and turning, they abandoned the field to the royal troops.
It was neither the intention nor the policy of the English commander to pursue his success,
for he well knew that strong parties of the Americans would soon arrive.
Accordingly, he only tarried to collect his wounded, and forming in a square, he commenced his retreat towards the shipping.
Within twenty minutes of the fall of Lawton, the ground was deserted by both English and Americans.
When the inhabitants of the country were called upon to enter the field,
they were necessarily attended by such surgical advisors as were furnished by the low state of the profession in the interior at that day.
dr sitgreaves entertained quite as profound a contempt for the medical attendance of the militia as the captain did of the troops themselves he wandered therefore around the field casting many a glance of disappropation at the slight operations that came under his eye
but when among the flying troops he found that his comrade and friend was nowhere to be seen he hastened back to the spot at which hollister was posted to inquire if the trooper had returned of course the answer was in the negative
Filled with a thousand uneasy conjectures, the surgeon without regarding or indeed without at all reflecting upon any dangers that might lie in his way,
strode over the ground at an enormous rate, to the point where he knew the final struggle had been.
Once before, the surgeon had rescued his friend from death in a similar situation,
and he felt a secreted joy in his own conscious skill, as he perceived Betty Flanagan seated on the ground,
holding in her lap the head of a man whose size and dress he knew could belong only to the trooper.
As he approached the spot, the surgeon became alarmed at the aspect of the washerwoman.
Her little black bonnet was thrown aside, and her hair, which was already streaked with gray,
hung around her face in disorder.
"'John, dear John!' said the doctor tenderly, as he bent and laid his hand upon the senseless wrist of the trooper,
from which it recoiled with an intuitive knowledge of his fate.
john where are you hurt can i help you ye talk to the senseless clay said betty rocking her body and unconsciously playing with the raven ringlets of the trooper's hair
it's no more will he hear and it's but little will he mind your probes and your medicines ach hon and where will be the liberty now or who will there be to fight the battle or gain the day john repeated the surgeon still unwilling to believe the evidence
of his unerring senses.
Dear John, speak to me.
Say what you will, that you do but speak.
Oh, God, he is dead.
Would that I had died with him.
There is but little use in living and fighting now, said Betty.
Both him and the beast.
See, there is the poor creature,
and here is the master.
I fed the horse with my own hands the day,
and the last mail that he ate was of my own cooking.
A-ch-hone, achon!
A-ch-hone!
That Captain Jack should live to be killed by the re-e-old.
particulars john my dear john said the surgeon with convulsive sobs thy hour has come and many a more prudent man survives thee but none better nor braver oh john thou wert to me a kind friend and very dear it is unphilosophical to grieve but for thee i must weep in bitterness of heart
the doctor buried his face in his hands and for several minutes sat yielding to an ungovernable burst of sorrow while the washerwoman gave vent to her grief
in words, moving her body in a kind of writhing and playing with different parts of her
favorites dress with her fingers.
"'And who will there be to encourage the boys now?' she said.
"'Oh, Captain Jack, ye was the sowl of the troop, and it was but little we knowed of the danger
in ye fighting.
Ah!
He was no manly-mouthed, that quarreled with a widowed woman for the matter of a burn in the mate,
or the want of a breakfast.
Taste a drop, darling, and it may be, twill revive ye.
ach and he'll never taste agin here's the doctor honey him he used to blarney whadpping as if the poor soul would die for ye ahch he's gone he's gone and the liberty is gone with him
a thundering sound of horses feet came rolling along the road which led near the place where lawton lay and directly the whole body of virginians appeared with dunwoody at their head
the news of the captain's fate had reached him for the instant that he saw the body he halted the squadron and dismounting approached the spot the countenance of lawton was not in the least distorted but the angry frown which had lowered over his brow during the battle was fixed even in death
His frame was composed and stretched as in sleep.
Dunwoody took hold of his hand and gazed a moment in silence.
His own dark eye kindled, and the paleness which had overspread his features,
was succeeded by a spot of deep red in either cheek.
With his own sword I will avenge him, he cried,
endeavoring to take the weapon from the hand of Lawton,
but the grasp resisted his utmost strength.
It shall be buried with him.
Sitgreaves take care of our friends.
while I revenge his death.
The Major hastened back to his charger and led the way in pursuit of the enemy.
While Dunwoody had been thus engaged, the body of Lawton lay in open view of the whole squadron.
He was a universal favorite, and the sight inflamed the men to the utmost.
Neither officers nor soldiers possessed that coolness which is necessary to ensure success in military operations.
They spurred after their enemies burning for vengeance.
The English were formed in a hollow square, which contained their wounded, who were far from numerous,
and were marching steadily across a very uneven country as the dragoons approached.
The horse charged in column, and were led by Dunwoody, who, burning with revenge,
thought to ride through their ranks and scatter them at a blow.
But the enemy knew their own strength too well, and standing firm they received the charge on the points of their bayonets.
The horses of the Virginians recoiled, and the rear rank of the foot throwing in a close fire,
the major, with a few men, fell.
The English continued their retreat, the moment they were extricated from their assailants,
and Dunwitty, who was severely but not dangerously wounded,
recalled his men from further attempts, which must be fruitless.
A sad duty remained to be fulfilled.
The dragoons retired slowly through the hills,
conveying their wounded commander in the body of Lawton, the latter they interred under the ramparts of one of the Highland forts,
and the former they consigned to the tender care of his afflicted bride.
Many weeks were gone before the major was restored to sufficient strength to be removed.
During those weeks, how often did he bless the moment that gave him a right to the services of his beautiful nurse?
She hung around his couch with fond attention, administered with her own hands every prescription
of the indefatigable sit-grieves and grew each hour in the affections and esteem of her husband.
An order from Washington soon sent the troops into winter quarters, and permission was given to
Dunwoody to repair at his own plantation with the rank of lieutenant colonel, in order to complete
the restoration of his health. Captain Singleton made one of the party, and the whole family
retired from the active scenes of the war, to the ease and plenty of the major's own estate.
Before leaving Fishkill, however, letters were conveyed to them through an unknown hand,
acquainting them with Henry's safety and good health,
and also that Colonel Wellmere had left the continent for his native land,
lowered in the estimation of every honest man in the Royal Army.
It was a happy winter for Dunwoody, and smiles once more began to play around the lovely mouth of Francis.
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper.
Chapter 34
Midst firs and silks and jewels sheen, he stood in simple Lincoln Green, the center of the glittering ring,
and Snowden's Knight is Scotland's King.
Lady of the Lake by Sir Walter Scott.
The commencement of the following year was passed on the part of the Americans
in making great preparations in conjunction with their allies
to bring the war to a close.
In the South, Green and Rawdon made a bloody campaign
that was highly honorable to the troops of the latter,
but which, by terminating entirely to the advantage of the former,
proved him to be the better general of the two.
New York was the point that was threatened by the Allied armies,
and Washington, by exciting a constant apprehension for the safety of that city,
prevented such reinforcements from being sent to Cornwallis
as would have enabled him to improve his success.
At length, as Autumn approached, every indication was given that the final moment had arrived.
The French forces drew near to the Royal Royal.
royal lines, passing through the neutral ground and threatened an attack in the direction of the
King's Bridge, while large bodies of Americans were acting in concert.
By hovering around the British posts and drawing nigh in the jerseys, they seemed to
threaten the royal forces from that quarter also. The preparations partook of the nature of both
a siege and a storm, but Sir Henry Clinton, in the possession of intercepted letters from Washington
rested within his lines, and cautiously disregarded the solicitations of Cornwallis for
soccer.
It was at the close of a stormy day in the month of September that a large assemblage of officers
was collected near the door of the building that was situated in the heart of the
American's troops who held the jerseys.
The age, the dress, and the dignity of deportment of most of these warriors
indicated them to be of high rank, but to one in person's.
particular was paid deference and obedience that announced him to be of the highest.
His dress was plain, but it bore the usual military distinctions of command.
He was mounted on a noble animal of a deep bay, and a group of young men in gayer attire
attire evidently awaited his pleasure and did his bidding.
Many a hat was lifted as its owner addressed this officer, and when he spoke a profound
attention, exceeding the respect of mere professional etiquette, was exhibited on every countenance.
At length the general raised his own hat and bowed gravely to all around him.
The salute was returned, and the party dispersed, leaving the officer without a single attendant
except his body servants and one aide de camp.
Dismounting he stepped back a few paces, and for a moment viewed the condition of his horse
with the eye of one who well understood the animal, and then, casting a brief but expressive glance
at his aid, he retired into the building, followed by that gentleman.
On entering an apartment that was apparently fitted for his reception, he took a seat, and
continued for a long time in a thoughtful attitude, like one in the habit of communing much
with himself. During this silence the aide-de-camp stood in expectation of his orders,
At length the general raised his eyes and spoke in those low placid tones that seemed natural to him.
As the man whom I wished to see arrived, sir?
He waits the pleasure of your excellency.
I will receive him here, and alone, if you please.
The aide bowed and withdrew.
In a few moments the door opened again, and a figure, gliding into the apartment, stood modestly at a distance,
from the general without speaking.
His entrance was unheard by the officer, who sat gazing at the fire, still absorbed in his own
meditations.
Several minutes passed, when he spoke to himself in an undertone,
"'Tomorrow we must raise the curtain and expose our plans.
May heaven prosper them!'
A slight movement made by the stranger caught his ear, and he turned his head and saw that
he was not alone. He pointed silently to the fire, toward which the figure advanced, although
the multitude of his garments, which seemed more calculated for disguise than comfort, rendered
its warmth unnecessary. A second mild and courteous gesture motioned to a vacant chair, but the
stranger refused it with a modest acknowledgment. Another pause followed, and continued for
some time. At length the officer arose and opening a desk that
was laid upon the table near which he sat, he took from it a small but apparently heavy bag.
"'Arvey Birch,' he said, turning toward the stranger,
"'the time has arrived when our connection must cease.
"'Henceforth and forever we must be strangers.'
The peddler dropped the folds of the great-coat that concealed his features
and gazed for a moment earnestly at the face of the speaker.
Then he dropped his head upon his bosom.
He said, meekly,
"'If it be your excellency's pleasure,
"'it is necessary.
"'Since I have filled the station which I now hold,
"'it has become my duty to know many men
"'who, like yourself,
"'have been my instruments in procuring intelligence.
"'You have I trusted more than all.
"'I early saw in you a regard to truth
"'and principle that I am pleased to say
has never deceived me. You alone know my secret agents in the city, and on your fidelity
depend not only their fortunes, but their lives." He paused as if to reflect in order that
full justice might be done to the peddler, and then continued,
I believe you are one of the very few that I have employed, who have acted faithfully
to our cause, and while you have passed as a spy of the emerald,
have never given intelligence that you were not permitted to divulge.
To me, and to me only of all the world you seem to have acted with a strong attachment to the
liberties of America.
During this address, Harvey gradually raised his head from his bosom until it reached the highest
point of elevation.
A faint tinge gathered in his cheeks, and, as the officer concluded, it was diffused over
his whole countenance in a deep glow while he stood proudly swelling with his emotions.
But with eyes that sought the feat of the speaker.
It is now my duty to pay you for these services.
Hitherto you have postponed receiving your reward, and the debt has become a heavy one.
I wish not to undervalue your dangers.
Here are a hundred de blooms.
Remember the poverty of our country.
and a tribute to it the smallness of your pay.
The peddler raised his eyes to the countenance of the speaker,
but as the other held forth the money he moved back,
as if refusing the bag.
It is not much for your services and risks, I acknowledge,
continued the general,
but it is all that I have to offer.
Herein after it may be in my power to increase it.
Does your excellency think that I have exposed my life and blasted my character for money?
If not for money, what then?
What has brought your excellency into the field?
For what do you, daily and hourly, expose your precious life to battle in the halter?
What is there about me to mourn when such men as you risk their own?
all. For our country! No, no, not a dollar of your gold will I touch. Poor America has need
of it all. The bag dropped from the hand of the officer and fell at the feet of the peddler where
it lay neglected during the remainder of the interview. The officer looked steadily at the
face of his companion and continued, There are many motives which might govern me that to you
are unknown. Our situations are different. I am.
known as the leader of armies, but you must descend into the grave with the reputation of a foe to your native land.
Remember that the veil which conceals your true character cannot be raised in years, perhaps never.
Birch again lowered his face, but there was no yielding of the soul in the movement.
You will soon be old. The prime of your days has already passed. What have you?
of you to subsist on.
These, said the peddler, stretching forth his hands that were already embrowned with toil.
But those may fail you.
Take enough to secure a support in your age.
Remember your risks and cares.
I have told you that the characters of men who are much esteemed in life
depend on your secrecy.
What pledge can I give them of your fidelity?
Tell them, said Birch,
advancing and unconsciously resting one foot on the bag,
tell them that I would not take the gold.
The composed features of the officer relaxed into a smile of benevolence,
and he grasped the hand of the peddler firmly.
Now, indeed, I know you,
and although the same reasons which have hitherto compelled me
to expose your valuable life will still exist,
and prevent my openly asserting your character.
In private I can always be your friend.
Fail not to apply to me when in want or suffering,
and so long as God giveth to me,
so long will I freely share with the man who feels so nobly and acts so well.
If sickness or want should ever assail you,
and peace once more smile upon our efforts,
seek the gate of him to whom you have so often met as Harper, and he will not blush to acknowledge
you.
"'It is little I need in this life,' said Harvey.
"'So long as God gives me health and honest industry I can never want in this country,
but to know that your excellency is my friend is a blessing that I prize more than all the
gold of England's treasury.'
The officers stood for a few moments in the attitude of intent.
thought. He then drew to him the desk, and wrote a few lines on a piece of paper and gave it to
the peddler. That Providence destines this country to some great and glorious fate I must believe,
while I witness the patriotism that pervades the bosoms of her lowest citizens, he said.
It must be dreadful to a mind like yours to descend into the grave, branded as a foe to liberty,
but you already know the lives that would be sacrificed should your real character be revealed.
It is impossible to do you justice now, but I fearlessly entrust you with this certificate.
Should we never meet again, it may be serviceable to your children.
Children! exclaimed the peddler.
Can I give to family the infamy of my name?
The officer gazed at the strong,
emotion he exhibited with pain, and he made a slight movement toward the gold, but was arrested
by the expression of his companion's face. Harvey saw the intention and shook his head, as he
continued more mildly. It is, indeed, a treasure that your excellency gives me. It is safe, too.
There are men living who could say that my life was nothing to me compared to your secrets.
The paper that I told you was lost
I swallowed when taken last by the Virginians.
It was the only time I ever deceived your excellency,
and it shall be the last.
Yes, this is indeed a treasure to me, perhaps,
he continued with a melancholy smile.
Perhaps it may be known after my death, who was my friend.
But if it should not, there are,
are none to grieve for me.
Remember, said the officer with strong emotion,
that in me you will always have a secret friend,
but openly I cannot know you.
I know it, I know it, said Birch.
I knew it when I took the service.
Tis probably the last time that I shall ever see, your excellency.
May God pour down his choicest blessings on your head.
He paused and moved.
towards the door. The officer followed him with eyes that expressed deep interest. Once more,
the peddler turned and seemed to gaze on the placid but commanding features of the general with
regret and reverence, and bowing low, he withdrew. The armies of America and France were led
by their illustrious commander against the enemy under Cornwallis and terminated a campaign in
triumph that had commenced in difficulties. Great Britain soon after became disgusted with the war,
and the state's independence was acknowledged. As years rolled by, it became a subject of pride
among the different actors in the war and their descendants to boast of their efforts in the cause
which had confessedly heaped so many blessings upon their country. But the name of Harvey Birch
died away among the multitude of agents who were thought to have labored in secret against
the rights of their countrymen. His image, however, was often present to the mind of the powerful
chief, who alone knew his true character. And several times did he cause secret inquiries to be
made into the other's fate, one of which only resulted in any success. By this he learned that
a peddler of a different name, but similar appearance, was toiling through.
the new settlements that were springing up in every direction, and that he was struggling with
the advance of years and apparent poverty. Death prevented further inquiries on the part of the
officer, and a long period passed before he was again heard of. End of Chapter 34. This is a
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The Spy by James Fenimore Cooper
Chapter 35
Some village Hampton that with dauntless breast the village tyrant of his fields withstood,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest.
rest, some Cromwell, guiltless of his country's blood, grey. It was thirty-three years after the
interview which we have just related that an American army was once more arrayed against the
troops of England, but the scene was transferred from Hudson's banks to those of the Niagara.
The body of Washington had long lay mouldering in the tomb, but as time was fast obliterating the
slight impressions of political enmity or personal envy, his name was hourly receiving new luster,
and his worth and integrity each moment became more visible, not only to his countrymen,
but to the world. He was already the acknowledged hero of an age of reason and truth,
and many a young heart among those who formed the pride of our army in 1814, was glowing with the
recollection of the one great name of America, and inwardly beating with the sanguine expectation
of emulating in some degree its renown. In no one worthy is virtuous popes more vivid than in the
bosom of a young officer who stood on the table rock contemplating the great cataract on the
evening of the 25th of July of that bloody year. The person of this youth was tall and finally molded,
indicating a just proportion between strength and activity.
His deep, black eyes were of a searching and dazzling brightness.
At times, as they gazed upon the flood of waters that rushed tumultuously at his feet,
there was a stern and daring look that flashed from them,
which denoted the ardour of an enthusiast.
But this proud expression was softened by the lines of a mouth around which there played a suppressed,
archness, that partook of feminine beauty. His hair shone in the setting sun like ringlets of
gold, as the air from the falls gently moved the rich curls from a forehead, whose whiteness
showed that exposure and heat alone had given their darker hue to a face glowing with health.
There was another officer standing by the side of this favored youth, and both seemed by the interest
they betrayed to be gazing for the first time at the wonder of the western world.
A profound silence was observed by each, until the companion of the officer that we have
described suddenly startled, and pointed eagerly with his sword into an abyss beneath, exclaimed,
"'See, Wharton, there is a man crossing the very eddies of the cataract, and in a skiff no bigger than an egg-shell.
He has an Apsack, and is probably a soldier, returned the other.
Let us meet him, at the ladder-mason, and learn his tidings.
Some time was expended in reaching the spot where the adventurer was intercepted.
Contrary to the expectations of the young soldiers, he proved to be a man far advanced in life,
and evidently no follower of the camp.
His years might be seventy, and they were indicated more than.
by the thin hairs of silver that lay scattered over his wrinkled brow than by any apparent
failure of his system.
His frame was meager and bent, but it was the attitude of habit, for the sinews were strung
with the toil of half a century.
His dress was mean and manifested the economy of its owner by the number and nature of its
repairs.
On his back was a scantily furnished pack that led to the mistake of his profession.
A few words of salutation, and on the part of the young men, of surprise, that one so aged should venture so near the whirlpools of that cataract were exchanged.
When the old man inquired, with a voice that began to manifest the tremor of age, the news from the contending armies.
"'We whipped the red-kits here the other day among the grass on the Chippewa Plains,' said the one called Mason.
"'Since when we've been playing hide-and-go-seek with the ships.
but now we are marching back from where we started,
shaking our heads and as surly as the devil.
Perhaps if you have a son among the soldiers,
said his companion with a milder demeanour and an air of kindness,
if so, tell me his name and regiment, and I will take you to him.
The old man shook his head,
passing his hand over his silver locks with an air of meek resignation,
he answered, No, I am alone in the world.
"'You should have added,' Captain Dunwoody,
cried his careless comrade,
"'if you could find either,
for nearly half our army,
"'as marched down the road,
"'and may be at this time under the walls of Fort George,
"'for anything that we know to the contrary.'
"'The old man stopped suddenly
"'and looked earnestly from one of his companions to the other.
"'The action being observed by the soldiers,
"'they paused also.
"'Did I hear you?
"'You're right?' the stranger uttered, raising his hand to screen his eyes from the rays of the
setting sun.
"'What did he call you?'
"'My name is Wharton Dunwoody,' replied the youth, smiling.
The stranger motioned silently for him to remove his hatch, which the youth did accordingly,
and his fair hair blew aside like curls of silk, and opened the whole of his ingenious
countenance to the inspection of the other.
"'Tis like our native land!' exclaimed the old man with vehemence,
"'improving with time. God has blessed both.'
"'Why do you stare thus, Lieutenant Mason?' cried Captain Dunwoody, laughing a little.
"'You show more astonishment than when you saw the falls.'
"'Oh, the falls! They are a thing to be looked at on a moonshiny night by your aunt Sarah,
and that gay old bachelor, Colonel Singleton.
but a fellow like myself never shows surprise unless it may be at such a touch as this.
The extraordinary vehemence of the stranger's manner had passed away as suddenly as it was exhibited,
but he listened to this speech with deep interest, while Dunwoody replied a little gravely,
"'Come, come, Tom, no jokes about my good aunt I beg, she is kindness itself,
and I have heard it whispered that her youth was not altogether happy.'
"'Why, as to rumour,' said Mason,
"'there goes one in Acomac
"'that Colonel Singleton offers himself
"'to her regularly every Valentine's Day,
"'and there are some who add
"'that your old great-aunt helps his suit.'
"'And Chinette,' said Dunwoody, laughing,
"'deer good soul,
"'she thinks but little of marriage in any shape,
"'I believe, since the death of Dr. Sitgraves.
"'There were some whispers of a courtship
"'between them formerly,
"'but it ended in nothing,
but civilities, and I suspect that the whole story arises from the intimacy of Colonel
Singleton and my father. You know, they were comrades in the horse, as indeed was your own father.
I know all that, of course, but you must not tell me that the particular prim bachelor
goes so often to General Dunwoody's plantation merely for the sake of talking old soldier
with your father. The last time I was there, that yellow, sharp-nosed housekeeper of your mother's
took me into the pantry and said that the colonel was no despisable match, as she called it,
and how the sale of his plantation in Georgia had brought him,
oh, Lord, I don't know how much.
Quite likely, returned the captain.
Katie Haynes is no bad calculator.
They had stopped during this conversation in uncertainty
whether their new companion was to be left or not.
The old man listened to each word as it was uttered with the most intense interest,
but toward the conclusion of the dialogue, the earnest attention of his countenance changed to a kind of inward smile.
He shook his head, and, passing his hands over his forehead, seemed to be thinking of other times.
Mason paid but little attention to the expression of his features, and continued,
To me, she is selfishness embodied.
Her selfishness does but little harm, returned Dunwoody.
One of her greatest difficulty is her aversion to the black.
She says that she never saw but one that she liked.
And who was he?
His name was Caesar.
He was a house servant of my late grandfather, Wharton.
You don't remember him.
I believe he died in the same year with his master,
while we were children.
Katie yearly sings his requiem,
and upon my word I believe he deserved it.
I have heard something of his helping my English uncle,
as we call General Wharton,
in some difficulty that occurred in the old war.
My mother always speaks of him with great affection.
Both Caesar and Katie came to Virginia with my mother when she married.
My mother was an angel, interrupted the old man,
in a voice that startled the young soldiers by its abruptness and energy.
Did you know her? cried the son with a glow of pleasure in his cheek.
The reply of the stranger was interrupted by a sudden and heavy explosions of artillery,
which were immediately followed by continued volleys of small arms,
and in a few minutes the air was filled with the two-mulled.
of a warm and well-contested battle.
The two soldiers hastened with precipitation upon the camp, accompanied by their new acquaintance.
The excitement and anxiety created by the approaching fight prevented a continuance of the
conversation, and the three held their way to the army, making occasional conjectures on
the cause of the fire, and the probability of a general engagement.
During their short and hurried walk, Captain Dunwoody, however, threw several friendly glances
at the old man, who moved over the ground with the moment.
astonishing energy for his years, for the heart of the youth was warmed by a eulogism on a mother
that he adored. In a short time they joined the regiment to which the officers belonged. When the
captain, squeezing the stranger's hand, earnestly begged that he would make inquiries after him
on the following morning, and that he might see him in his own tent. Here they separated.
Everything in the American camp announced an approaching struggle. At a distance of a few miles,
the sound of cannon and musketry was heard above the roar of the cataract.
The troops were soon in motion and a movement made to support the division of the army which was already engaged.
Knight had set in before the reserve and irregulars reached the foot of Lundy's Lane,
a road that diverged from the river and crossed to conical eminence at no great distance from the Niagara Highway.
The summit of this hill was crowned with the cannon of the British,
and in the flat beneath was the remnant of Scots-Gallant Brigade.
which, for a long time, had held an unequal contest with distinguished bravery.
A new line was interposed, and one column of the Americans directed to charge up the hill parallel to the road.
This column took the English in flank, and bayoneting their artilleryists, gained possession of the cannon.
They were immediately joined by their comrades, and the enemy was swept from the hill.
But large reinforcements were joining the English general momentarily,
and their troops were too brave to rest easy under the defeat.
Repeated and bloody charges were made to recover the guns, but in all they were repulsed
with slaughter.
During the last of these struggles the ardor of the youthful captain whom we have mentioned urged
him to lead his men some distance in advance to scatter a daring party of the enemy.
He succeeded, but in returning to the line missed his lieutenant from the station that he ought
to have occupied.
Soon after this repulse, which was the last, orders
were given to the shattered troops to return to the camp. The British weren't nowhere to be seen,
and preparations were made to take in such of the wounded as could be moved. At this moment,
Wharton Dunwoody, impelled by affection for his friend, seized a lighted fusee, and,
taking two of his men, went himself in quest of his body, where he was supposed to have fallen.
Mason was found on the side of the hill, seated with great
composure, but unable to walk from a fractured leg.
Dunwood he saw and flew to the side of his comrade, saying,
Ah, dear Tom!
I knew I should find you the nearest man to the enemy.
Softly, softly handle me tenderly, replied the lieutenant.
No, there is a brave fellow still nearer than myself, and who he can be I know not.
He rushed out of our smoke near my
platoon, to make a prisoner or some such thing, but poor fellow, he never came back.
There he lies just over the hillock. I have spoken to him several times, but I fancy he has
past answering. Dunwoody went to the spot, and to his great astonishment beheld the aged
stranger. It is the old man who knew my mother, cried the youth. For her sake he shall have
an honorable burial. Lift him, let him be carried in. His bones shall rest on native soil.
The men approached to obey. He was lying on his back, with his face exposed to the glaring light
of the few sea. His eyes were closed as if in slumber. His lips, sunken with years, were
slightly moved from their natural position, but it seemed more like a smile than a convulsion
which had caused the change.
A soldier's musket lay near him.
His hands were pressed upon his breast,
and one of them contained a substance that glittered like silver.
Dunwoody stooped and removed the limbs,
perceived the place where the bullet had found passage to his heart.
The subject of his last care was a tin box,
through which the fatal lead had gone,
and the dying moments of the old man must have been passed in drawing it from his bosom.
Dunwoody opened it and found a paper in which, to his astonishment, he read the following.
Circumstances of political importance which involve the lives and fortunes of many
have hitherto kept secret what this paper now reveals.
Harvey Birch has for years been a faithful and unrequited servant of his country.
Though man does not, may God reward him for his conduct, signed.
George Washington, it was the spy of the neutral ground, who had died as he had lived, devoted to his country.
and a martyr to her liberties so ends chapter thirty five and this concludes the spy by james fenimore cooper
