The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' RebellionBellamy, Edward
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The Duke of Stockbridge: A Romance of Shays' Rebellion
Bellamy, Edward
Shays' Rebellion, 1786-1787 -- Fiction
Then she laughed till she cried and ended by saying that
she would go to bed, for she thought she was going to be sick. And she
was right. Her mother wondered how she could have taken such a terrible
cold.
But leaving Dr. Partridge to cure her cold with calomel and laudanum,
after the manner of the day, let us inquire in a historical spirit what
it was in the news of the result at Lee which should cause a young woman
to laugh so immoderately.
It had been nearly midnight of the preceding evening, when Reuben
wearily and slowly making his way along the dark and difficult road,
reached Lee, and was directed at the rebel outposts to the house of Mrs.
Perry as the place which Perez occupied as a headquarters. Although
it was so late, the rebel commander, too full of anxious and brooding
thoughts to sleep, was still sitting before the smouldering fire in the
kitchen chimney when Reuben staggered in.
“Reub,” he cried, starting up as he recognized his brother, “what's the
matter? Has anything happened at home?”
“Nothing bad. I've brought you news. Have you got some rum? I'm pretty
tired.”
Perez found a demijohn, poured out a mug, and watched his brother with
anxious eyes as he gulped it down. Presently, a little color came back
to his white face, and he said:
“Now I feel better. It was a hard road. I felt like giving out once or
twice. But I'm all right now.”
“What made you come, Reub? You're not strong yet. It might have killed
you.”
“I had to, Perez. It was life or death for you. The army at Stockbridge
are going to surprise you at sunrise. I came to warn you. Desire Edwards
brought us word.”
“What!” exclaimed Perez, his face aglow. “She brought you word? Do you
mean that?”
“Jess hole on, and I'll tell you how it was,” said Reub, with a manner
almost as full of enthusiasm as his brother's. “It was nigh bedtime, and
we were setting afore the fire a talking 'bout you, and a hopin you'd
get over the line into York; when the door opened, an in come Desire
Edwards, all dressed up in a shiny gaown, an her hair fixed, an
everything like as to a weddin. I tell yew, Perez, my eyes stood out
some. An afore we could say nothing, we wuz so flustered, she up an
says as haow she hearn them ossifers tew her haouse tellin haow they wuz
gonter s'prise ye in the mornin, an so she come ter tell us, thinkin we
mout git word ter ye.”
“Did she say that, Reub? Did she say those words? Did she say that about
me? Are you sure?” interrupted Perez, in a hushed tone of incredulous
ecstasy, as he nervously gripped his brother's shoulder.
“Them wuz her words, nigh es I kin reckullec,” replied Reub, “an that
'bout yew she said for sartin. She said we wuz ter sen' word ter ye,
so's ye mout git away, an then she guv me the countersign for ter say
tew the sentries, so's I could git by ter fetch ye word.”
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