The Land of Bondage: A RomanceBloundelle-Burton, John
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The Land of Bondage: A Romance
Bloundelle-Burton, John
Inheritance and succession -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Colonial period, ca. 1600-1775 -- Fiction
So it was agreed that we should set forth at once on the trail, there
being many skilful trappers and hunters in the party who could take it
up as easily as an Indian himself, while, for commander, there should
be no one, each doing his best with the knowledge he possessed of the
savages' habits. Of this knowledge I myself had none, yet was I
recognised as the one most to be considered because I was the
affianced husband of Joice, the "Virginian Rose," as I had heard her
called ere now.
It needs not that I should set down aught that befel us on the
expedition; I know now that my love has written a description of the
journey she made. Nor is it necessary that I tell all that O'Rourke
narrated to us of the arrival of Roderick St. Amande on the scene of
slaughter after I was struck senseless, for that, too, you know. But,
as he informed us of all that had transpired at that time, and as he
told us that, had not it been for this execrable villain, there could
be little doubt that Pomfret and all the countryside round would have
been left as secure from attack by the Indians as it had been hitherto
left for many years, the rage of all in our party was supreme and
terrible.
"I hope," said one of the Pringles, uncle to the young man now a
prisoner, as I learnt, "I hope that, if the gigantic chief you speak
of is going to wreak his vengeance on the scoundrel, I may be in some
way witness of it."
"And I! And I!" exclaimed several others. "If we could see that, or if
they would but deliver him back into our hands, we would almost
forgive them all that they have done for our houses and families."
Travelling quickly, urging the poor beasts that they lent us onwards
as much as possible, walking by their sides to relieve them, and
carrying sometimes the saddles ourselves so that they might have
greater ease, we reached the spur of hills to which the trail had led
us on the morning of the third day after the raid on Pomfret. Thus, as
we knew afterwards, by not sleeping at night, or by sleeping only for
an hour or so at a time, we had arrived at the very period when the
exposure of Roderick St. Amande took place.
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