"Even so. But do you think, silly boy, that the thought was new to me? Of
course we shall never speak of it again, but I am not altogether sorry it
was referred to. It gives me the chance to say to you"--her voice softened
and wavered here, as she looked around the dear old room, reminiscent in
every detail of our youth--"to say to you that, wherever my duty may be,
my heart is here, here under this roof where I was so happy, and where the
two best men I shall ever know loved me so tenderly, so truly, as daughter
and sister."
There were tears in her eyes at the end, but she was calm and
self-sustained enough.
She was very firmly of opinion that it was her duty to go to Cairncross
at once, and nothing I could say sufficed to dissuade her. So it turned
out that the afternoon and evening of this important day were devoted to
convoying across to Cairncross the whole Cedars establishment, I myself
accompanying Daisy and Mr. Stewart in the carriage around by the Johnstown
road. Rab was civil almost to the point of servility, but, to make
assurance doubly sure, I sent up a guard of soldiers to the house that
very night, brought Master Rab down to be safely locked up by the sheriff
at Johnstown, and left her Enoch instead.
Chapter XXX.
From the Scythe and Reaper to the Musket.
And now, with all the desperate energy of men who risked everything that
mortal can have in jeopardy, we prepared to meet the invasion.
The tidings of the next few days but amplified what Enoch had told us.
Thomas Spencer, the half-breed, forwarded full intelligence of the
approaching force; Oneida runners brought in stories of its magnitude,
with which the forest glades began to be vocal; Colonel Gansevoort,
working night and day to put into a proper state of defence the
dilapidated fort at the Mohawk's headwaters, sent down urgent demands for
supplies, for more men, and for militia support.
At the most, General Schuyler could spare him but two hundred men, for
Albany was in sore panic at the fall of Ticonderoga and the menace of
Burgoyne's descent in force through the Champlain country. We watched this
little troop march up the river road in a cloud of dust, and realized that
this was the final thing Congress and the State could do for us. What more
was to be done we men of the Valley must do for ourselves.
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