United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
It had been resolved not to import, either directly or indirectly, any
goods from Great Britain or Ireland after the first of the coming
December. And in case the tyrannical decrees of the mother country
should not be repealed by the 10th of the following September, it was
agreed that no commodities whatever should be exported to Great
Britain, Ireland, or the British West Indies.
This would bring about an embarrassing state of affairs for both the
men who were now discussing the matter, as they, like many others in
the town, had derived a considerable income from such exporting.
"But we'll stand shoulder to shoulder, Hugh," said Joseph Devereux,
firmly, "if so be we forfeit every penny, until the oppressors give us
fair dealings or we drive every redcoat from our soil. I will kill
every cow and sheep--aye, and every horse as well, and cut down every
stick o' timber on my land, for the keeping of us and our friends fed
and warmed, but that I will maintain the stand I've pledged myself to
keep."
"Let us hope, sir, that the redcoats will not first seize your cattle,"
said Hugh, his eyes fixed gravely upon the abstracted young face
opposite him. "I met Trent as I was riding along the pastures, and he
told me the sheep had escaped through a broken place in the fence of
the ten-acre lot, and he had a chase after them to Riverhead Beach. He
said he met a party of soldiers there, and they deliberately took one
of the sheep from under his very nose, and carried it off with them to
the Neck. And when he remonstrated with them, they only laughed at
him, and told him to send the bill to the King for the dinner they
would have."
The old man's eyes flashed with anger as he listened to this.
"It is an outrage!" he exclaimed when Hugh had finished,--"to steal
stock under our very eyes. I must see Trent about the matter, and the
cattle must be kept nigh the house."
"Why not take them by boatloads over to the islands till the redcoats
be gone, as has been done before, for pasturage?" The suggestion came
from Aunt Lettice, and was made rather timidly.
"You were never cut out for a farmer's wife, Lettice, my dear," her
brother-in-law replied, a good-humored smile now breaking over his
face, "else you'd remember there is no pasturage there at this time o'
year. And I doubt if they'd be so safe on the islands as here, for
Trent and the men would have to go each day with fodder for them, and
the soldiers' spying eyes would be sure to note the coming and going o'
the boats. No," he added with decision, "I shall have the flocks kept
penned, nigh the house; and I shall make complaint o' this matter to
the Governor. As for the rest," and he smiled grimly, "I take it our
guns can protect ourselves and our property."
CHAPTER XXI
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