The Little Red FootChambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
History
The Little Red Foot
Chambers, Robert W. (Robert William)
New York (State) -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
"Oh, hell!" quoth he. "That does not awe me, John. What awes me in you
is your kindness--and to remember that your ancestors wore their gold
rings upon their fingers."
I passed my arm about his shoulders, then released him and went slowly
over to the well. And here I primed my rifle with bright, dry powder,
shouldered it, and began to walk my post at a brisk pace to cheat the
sleep which meddled with my heavy eyes and set me yawning till my young
jaws crackled.
CHAPTER XI
SUMMER HOUSE POINT
The sun in my eyes and the noise of drums awoke me, where, relieved on
post by Nick, I had been sleeping on the veranda.
Beyond the orchard on the Johnstown road, mounted officers in blue and
buff were riding amid undulating ranks of moving muskets; and I knew
that the Continental Line had arrived at Summer House Point, and was
glad of it.
As I shook loose my blanket and stood up, black Flora and Colas came up
from their kitchen below ground, and seemed astonished to see me still
there.
"Is your mistress awake?" I demanded. But they did not know; so I bade
Flora go inside and awaken Lady Johnson. Then I went down to the well in
the orchard, where Nick stood sentry, looking through the blossoming
boughs at what was passing on the mainland road beyond the Point.
It was a soft, sunny morning, and a pleasant scent from the apple bloom,
which I remember was full o' bees.
Through the orchard, on the small peninsula, now came striding toward us
a dozen or more officers of the regiments of Colonels Dayton and
Livingston, all laughing together and seeming very merry; and some, as
they passed under the flowering branches, plucked twigs of white and
pink flowers and made themselves nosegays.
Their major, who seemed to know me as an officer, though I did not know
him, called out in high good humour:
"Well, my lord Northesk, did you and your rangers arrive in time to
close the cage on our pretty bird?"
"Yes, sir," said I, reddening, and not pleased.
"Lady Johnson is here then?"
"Yes, Major."
At that instant the front door opened and Lady Johnson came out quickly
and stood on the veranda, the sun striking across her pallid face, which
paleness was more due to her condition than to any fear of our soldiery.
She was but partly robed, and that hastily; her hair all unpowdered and
undressed, and only a levete of China silk flung about her girlish
figure, and making still more evident her delicate physical condition.
But in her eyes I saw storms a-brewing, and her lips and features went
white as she stood there, clenching and unclenching one hand, and still
a little blinded by the sun in her face.
We all had uncovered before her, bowing very low; and, if she noticed me
at first, I am not certain, but she gave our Major such a deadly stare
that it checked his speech and put him clean out o' countenance, leaving
him a-twiddling his sword-knot and dumb as a fish.
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