The Little Brown Jug at KildareNicholson, Meredith
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The Little Brown Jug at Kildare
Nicholson, Meredith
Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Governors -- Fiction; Humorous stories; North Carolina -- Fiction; South Carolina -- Fiction
Jerry began whistling gently to herself, for she had never been lost
before, and it is not so bad, when you have a good horse, a fair path,
sweet odorous woods and the moon to keep you company. She forded a brook
that was silver to eye and ear, and let her horse stand midway of it for
joy in the sight and sound. She had kept no account of time, but rather
imagined that it had not been more than half an hour since the Duke of
Ballywinkle left her so unceremoniously.
Suddenly ahead of her through the woods floated the sound of
singing--one of those strange, wavering _pieux cantiques_ peculiar to
the South. She rode on, thinking to find help and a guide back to
Ardsley; then the music ceased, and lights now flashed faintly before
her, but she went forward guardedly.
"I'm much more lost than I thought I was, for I must be away off the
estate," she reflected. She turned and rode back a few rods and
dismounted, and tied her horse to a sapling. She was disappointed at not
finding a camp of Ardmore's wood-cutters, to whom she would
unhesitatingly have confided herself; but it seemed wise now to exercise
caution in drawing to herself the attention of strangers. She did not
know that she had crossed the state line and was in South Carolina, or
that the singing she had heard floated from the windows of Mount Nebo
Church.
She became now the astonished witness of a series of incidents that
occurred so swiftly as fairly to take her breath away. A tall, loosely
articulated man came from the direction of the church and walked toward
her. She knelt at the tree and watched, the moonlight giving her a
clear view of a rustic somewhat past middle age, whose chief
characteristics seemed to be a grizzled beard and long arms that swung
oddly at his side. The brim of his wool hat was turned up sharply from
his forehead, and she had a glimpse of the small, keen, gray eyes with
which he swept the forest before him. He freed a horse which she had not
before noticed, and she concluded that he would not approach nearer, for
she expected him to mount and ride away to join others of the
congregation whom she heard making off in a road beyond the church.
Then, with a quickness and deftness that baffled her eyes, two men rose
beside him just as he was about to mount; there was no outcry and no
sound of scuffling, so quick was the descent and so perfect the
understanding between the captors. In a moment the man was gathered up,
bound, and flung on his saddle. She had a better view of him, now that
he was hatless, though a gag had been forced into his mouth and a
handkerchief tied over his eyes, so that he presented a grotesque
appearance. Jerry was so absorbed that she forgot to be afraid; never in
her life had she witnessed anything so amazing as this; and now, to her
more complete bewilderment, the captors, after carefully inspecting
their work and finding it satisfactory, seemed to disappear utterly from
the face of the earth.
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