Greenwich (N.J.) -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Short stories
"Well, I did n't want to make a fuss before the strangers, so I said I
would; and I made some nice hot cakes and fried a chicken, and turned
out the tea, but I would n't touch a drop, more than if it were poison.
The two men were English, as I made out by their talk, and one of them
was captain of the brig. He had been drinking a little, and he kept
throwing out hints which made me open my ears, and caused the other man
to swear at him for a fool.
"Well, I did up the work, and was just going up-stairs to bed, when
Abiram stopped me.
"'What is it?' I asked sharply enough.
"'I only wanted to say that thee need n't be scared if thee hears a
noise in the night,' said he meekly. 'I have got some goods aboard the
brig, and I am going to have them unloaded, because the captain wants
to get away.'
"Somehow it flashed across me all in a minute what the goods were. So
instead of going to bed, I blew out the candle and sat down behind the
curtain to watch. Presently I saw the men from the brig bringing up the
goods all covered with tarpaulins and stow them in the cellar. They had
nearly finished when one of the men let fall a square box, and I knew
by the sound that something had broken. The captain cursed him for a
clumsy fool. Abiram brought out a broom, and I could see them sweeping
and brushing something. Finally the business was finished, the men went
away, and Abiram came up-stairs and went to bed. He was generally the
first one up in the morning, but this time I stole a march on him, and
was down before six o'clock. I took the lantern and began searching
where I had seen them sweeping the night before, and sure enough, in a
little hollow by the side of the path I found about half a handful of
nice green tea!
"I gathered up the tea in my hands and wrapped it in a paper I had in
my pocket, and then I stole down to the creek, to the place where I
knew Abiram's little skiff was tied up. It was no sudden move. I had
been thinking all night, and I made up my mind that I must see Lewis
and tell him the whole story. For, absurd as it may seem, I was really
afraid Aunt Betsy would contrive some way to marry me to Abiram even
against my will.
"The tide was running out and helped me, and I was soon at James
Whitecar's landing, for I knew how to handle a boat. I found Lewis at
the barn, told him the whole story, and showed him the tea. You ought
to have seen how his eyes flashed.
"'So that is what he has been up to!' said he. 'We have been watching
him for a week, and suspected as much.' Then he called Stephen
Whitecar, James' brother, a great friend of his, and showed him the tea.
"'We'll take care of him!' said Stephen. 'Only thee keep quiet,
Sybilla, and don't let on that thee knows anything.'"
"Was Stephen a Friend?" I asked.
"Well, yes, he belonged to Meeting, and his mother was a preacher, as I
told you. So we talked it over, and Stephen was for calling his mother,
and having me stay, but I said I thought I had better go right back.
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