The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of PennsylavaniaBird, Robert Montgomery
History
The Hawks of Hawk-Hollow: A Tradition of Pennsylavania
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Pennsylvania -- History -- Fiction
The evening came, and the preparations having been completed, the
bustling Committee-men mounted their horses, and retreated to the
village, leaving Gilbert's Folly to solitude; for not even Herman
returned to it that evening. But an unexpected guest made her
appearance, an hour after night-fall. As Catherine sat musing on the
porch, perhaps moralizing, as she watched the spark of the fire-fly,
now struggling in the moist grass, now flitting among the oak-boughs,
and traced the resemblance it seemed to figure forth to the life of
man,--a tissue of linked light and darkness,--a bolder beam flashed
along the park, the roll of wheels was heard on the gravelled avenue,
and before she had time to wonder or surmise, a carriage stopped at
the door, and in a moment she was clasped in the arms of Miss
Falconer.
"Brava for my dear self!" cried the lady; "my generalship is
complete--I take even my friend by surprise! Wo therefore to my
enemies! for this is a part of my practice. _Eureka!_ _Eureka_, Kate!
as the old philosopher said, when he discovered what the little
fishes knew before him: I have discovered the enemy, and to-morrow I
will take him! Never trust me if Congress do not order me a vote of
thanks for my doughty services.--Where's your father?"
"Sleeping in his arm-chair," replied Catherine, confounded by the
vivacity of her friend's expressions; "tired with entertaining so
many people, and being so much on foot; and I believe he would have
gone to bed, except for Mr.--that is to say, Monsieur Red-Jacket."
"Hang Monsieur Red-Jacket!" cried Harriet, quickly: "If he is here,
get rid of him,--I've a thousand things to tell you.--Not here, then?
but coming? Shut up the house, and fasten the doors--no admission to
any superfluities to-night. And pa's sleepy, too? Pack him off to
bed, dear Kate; tell him 'tis ten o'clock; or wait till we get the
carriage away, and all quiet, and don't let him know of my arrival;
we'll surprise him in the morning. I tell you, you unconscionable
girl, I have such a secret to relate!--a secret so big and mighty,
that I have been more than half dead with keeping it already!"
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