Crusoe in New York, and other talesHale, Edward Everett
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Crusoe in New York, and other tales
Hale, Edward Everett
New York (N.Y.) -- Fiction; Short stories, American; United States -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction
I was not a day too soon with my visit to this gentleman. That very
night, after my mother and Frida had gone to bed, as I sat in my
easy-chair, there came over me one of those strange intimations which I
have never found it safe to disregard. Sometimes it is of good, and
sometimes of bad. This time it made me certain that all was not well.
To relieve my fears I lifted my ladder over the wall, and dropped it in
the alley. I swung myself down, and carried it to the very end of the
alley, to the place where I had dragged poor Frida in. The moon fell on
the fence opposite ours. My wing-fence and hand-cart were all in shade.
But everything was safe there.
Again I chided myself for my fears, when, as I looked up the alley to
the street, I saw a group of four men come in stealthily. They said not
a word, but I could make out their forms distinctly against the houses
opposite.
I was caught in my own trap!
Not quite! They had not seen me, for I was wholly in shadow. I stepped
quickly in at my own slide. I pushed it back and bolted it securely,
and with my heart in my mouth, I waited at my hole of observation. In a
minute more they were close around me, though they did not suspect I
was so near.
They, also, had a dark-lantern, and, I thought, more than one. They
spoke in low tones; but, as they had no thought they had a hearer quite
so near, I could hear all they said.
"I tell you it was this side, and this is the side I heard their deuced
psalm-singing, day before yesterday."
"What if he did hear psalm-singing? Are you going to break into a man's
garden because he sings psalms? I came here to find out where the girl
went to; and now you talk of psalm-singing and coal-bins." This from
another, whose English was poor, and in whom I fancied I heard the
Dane. It was clear enough that he spoke sense, and a sort of doubt fell
on the whole crew; but speaker No. 1, with a heavy crowbar he had,
smashes into my pine wall, as I have a right to call it now, with a
force which made the splinters fly.
"I should think we were all at Niblo's," said a man of slighter build,
"and that we were playing Humpty Dumpty. Because a girl flew out of a
window, you think a fence opened to take her in. Why should she not go
through a door?" and he kicked with his foot upon the heavy sloping
cellar-door of the church, which just rose a little from the pavement.
It was the doorway which they used there when they took in their supply
of coal. The moon fell full on one side of it. To my surprise it was
loose and gave way.
"Here is where the girl flew to, and here is where Bully Bigg, the
donkey, let her slip out of his fingers. I knew he was a fool, but I
did not know he was such a fool," said the Dane (if he were the Dane).
I will not pretend to write down the oaths and foul words which came in
between every two of the words I have repeated.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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