Knickerbocker's history of New York, vol. 2 (of 2)Irving, Washington
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Knickerbocker's history of New York, vol. 2 (of 2)
Irving, Washington
New York (State) -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775
Finding himself completely dislodged from his haunt in this quarter, he
directed his flight towards his native place, New Amsterdam, whence he
had formerly been obliged to abscond precipitately, in consequence of
misfortune in business,—that is to say, having been detected in the act
of sheep-stealing. After wandering many days in the woods, toiling
through swamps, fording brooks, swimming various rivers, and
encountering a world of hardships that would have killed any other being
but an Indian, a backwoodsman, or the devil, he at length arrived, half
famished, and lank as a starved weasel, at Communipaw, where he stole a
canoe, and paddled over to New Amsterdam. Immediately on landing, he
repaired to Governor Stuyvesant, and, in more words than he had ever
spoken before in the whole course of his life, gave an account of the
disastrous affair.
On receiving these direful tidings, the valiant Peter started from his
seat, dashed the pipe he was smoking against the back of the chimney,
thrust a prodigious quid of tobacco into his left cheek, pulled up his
galligaskins, and strode up and down the room, humming, as was customary
with him when in a passion, a hideous northwest ditty. But, as I have
before shown, he was not a man to vent his spleen in idle vaporing. His
first measure, after the paroxysm of wrath had subsided, was to stump up
stairs to a huge wooden chest, which served as his armory, from whence
he drew forth that identical suit of regimentals described in the
preceding chapter. In these portentous habiliments he arrayed himself
like Achilles in the armor of Vulcan, maintaining all the while an
appalling silence, knitting his brows, and drawing his breath through
his clenched teeth. Being hastily equipped, he strode down into the
parlor and jerked down his trusty sword from over the fireplace, where
it was usually suspended; but before he girded it on his thigh, he drew
it from its scabbard, and as his eye coursed along the rusty blade, a
grim smile stole over his iron visage; it was the first smile that had
visited his countenance for five long weeks; but every one who beheld it
prophesied that there would soon be warm work in the province!
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