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
"A man of war am I not, neither a slayer nor a fastener of bonds,
neither a firer of pistols nor a brandisher of swords and spears;
yet, friend younker whom they call Andrews, if thee is the man to
show me a tory who hath broken the law, then verily am I the man that
will hold him hard and fast, till the law hath spoken with him; yea,
verily, I am. Ride on, therefore, with whip and with spur; only swear
not, and be not awroth; and do thou, friend Andrews, ride at my side;
for my horse is a horse of peace and not a horse of war, sure-footed
but slow, and peradventure I may be left behind. It doth not become
me to say, I hate a tory, for a tory is a man, and hate belongeth not
to a fellow creature;--but, verily, I have heard of the man called
Oran Gilbert, the Hawk of the Hollow; and, verily, I should not like
to be summoned on the jury to try him for his manifold crimes; for,
verily, it would be against my principles to judge him to death, and
verily it would be against my heart and conscience to let him off
with aught less than hanging. So let me detain none from the good
deed of catching the wicked man; and peradventure, if this animal
beneath me hath any vigour left in his legs and reins, I may stretch
forth my hand afar, and take the sinner by the nape of the neck."
The manifestation of such spirit on the part of Broadbrim, who seemed
well prepared, so far as strength of arm and resolution of heart were
concerned, to take even a huger man than the Indian trader betwixt
his finger and thumb, determined the course of his sentinels at once.
They gave a loud shout, and bidding him follow, rode after the
officers as hard as they could; and it was worthy of remark, that the
white horse, notwithstanding the hint the prisoner had given of his
slowness, began gradually to warm into mettle and fleetness, so that
before the race had extended many miles, he bade fair to outstrip his
attendants altogether.
CHAPTER XVIII.
If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity of my life: no, I
am no such thing; I am a man as other men are:--And there, indeed,
let him name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug the joiner.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
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