Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)Kennedy, John Pendleton
History
Rob of the Bowl: A Legend of St. Inigoe's. Vol. 1 (of 2)
Kennedy, John Pendleton
Maryland -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
There was no answer, and the door gave way to the thrust and flew wide
open. The apartment was tenantless. A few coals of fire gleaming from
the embers, and a low bench furnished with a blanket, rendered it
obvious that this solitary abode had been but recently deserted by its
possessor. A hasty survey of the hut, which was at first fiercely
disputed by the dog--a cross-grained and sturdy mastiff--until a sharp
blow from a staff which the forester bestowed sent him growling from
the premises, satisfied the explorers that so far, at least, they had
encountered nothing supernatural; and without further delay or comment
upon this incident they took their course along the margin of St.
Jerome's Creek. After a short interval, the beating of the waves upon
the beach informed them that they had reached the neighbourhood of the
shore of the Chesapeake. Here a halt and an attentive examination of
the locality made them aware that they stoodu upon a bank, which
descended somewhat abruptly to the level of the beach that lay some
fifty yards or more beyond them. In the dim starlight they were able to
trace the profile of a low but capacious tenement which stood almost on
the tide mark.
"It is the Chapel!" said Dauntrees, in an involuntary whisper as he
touched the Ranger's arm.
"It is Paul Kelpy's house, all the same as I have known it these twenty
years:--a silent and wicked house," whispered Arnold, in reply.
"And a pretty spot for the Devil to lurk in," said Dauntrees, resuming
his ordinary tone.
"Hold, Captain," interrupted the Ranger, "no foul words so near the
Haunted House. The good saints be above us!" he added, crossing himself
and muttering a short prayer.
"Follow me down the bank," said Dauntrees, in a low but resolute voice;
"but first look to your carbines that they be charged and primed. I
will break in the door of this ungodly den and ransack its corners
before I leave it. Holy St. Michael, the Archfiend is in the Chapel,
and warns us away!" he exclaimed, as suddenly a flash of crimson light
illuminated every window of the building. "It is the same warning given
to Burton and myself once before. Stand your ground, comrades; we shall
be beset by these ministers of sin!"
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