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
So saying he spurred onwards himself. The voice, breathing out the
harsh accents of the trader,--the refugee, the man to capture whom
she had launched so boldly among the billows of stratagem, and almost
of war,--froze the blood of the maiden, and the sight of his grim
features, revealed in the glare of distant lamps, completed the
overthrow of a courage which had supported her in a struggle with one
so little to be feared as Hyland. Her brain whirled, her senses
became bewildered, as she felt the steed bounding beneath her, and
knew that every leap, while it separated her still further from her
friends, placed her yet more completely in the power of the refugee.
But it formed no part of his schemes to add her to the number of his
captives. He checked his steed at the park-gate, dropped her gently
on the grass, and uttering a yell, to draw the attention of another
horseman, approaching from the house, galloped through the gate and
was soon buried in the darkness. The second horseman, who was no
other than the captain of cavalry, rode up to the spot, dismounted,
and uttering many ejaculations of surprise, took the lady in his
arms, and with her returned to the mansion. He found its inmates
still in extreme agitation, the women weeping and screaming, the men
swearing, and bustling, and vociferating for arms and horses, with
which they designed to do they knew not what, and Captain Loring
roaring like a bedlamite.
"Mount horses, gentlemen," he cried, "and by the eternal Jupiter,
we'll recover the prisoners. A rum one, that Mr. Gentleman-volunteer!
Come, mount, mount, and keep the chase warm, till a better force can
follow us. There's a regiment of foot billeted in the village
below--let some one gallop down for a reinforcement; the rest follow
me. If we can't fight the vagabonds, why, by the eternal Jupiter, we
can dog them."
The proposal of captain Caliver was responded to by such as could
think without alarm of following the fierce marauders, by midnight,
into their native forests; and in a surprisingly short space of time,
they set out, six in number, to pursue on the course of the
fugitives, and keep them within striking distance, until assistance
should arrive. A messenger was immediately despatched to the village,
and some two or three of those gaping supernumeraries, whose
intrusion into the house has been already mentioned, volunteered to
carry the alarm among the neighbouring settlements, and thus rouse
the whole country to pursuit and vengeance.
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