The Noank's Log: A Privateer of the Revolution — John Shaqi
The Noank's Log: A Privateer of the RevolutionStoddard, William O.
History
The Noank's Log: A Privateer of the Revolution
Stoddard, William O.
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
If Mrs. Ten Eyck had anything else to depress her spirits she tried not
to let Guert know it. All her table talk, when he was there, was
brimming with warlike patriotism. Nevertheless, he was her only son
and she was a widow. She could not but wish, at times, that he were a
soldier instead of a sailor, to belong to the quiet garrison of Fort
Griswold, for instance, and to come over to the Avery house now and
then.
He was sent for, somewhat peremptorily, one day, not by her but by
Rachel Tarns, and when he arrived she herself opened the door for him.
"I am glad thee came so early," she said to him. "I have somewhat to
say to thee. Come in, hither."
Very dignified was she, at any time, and he was accustomed to obey her
without asking needless questions. He followed her, therefore, as she
led on into the parlor, opposite the dining room, the main thought in
his mind being:--
"I wish she'd hurry up with it. I want to get back to the _Noank_, as
soon as I've seen mother."
"What is it?" he began, after the door of the parlor closed behind
them, but she cut him short.
"I will not quite tell thee," she said. "Some things thee does not
need to know. Thy old friend, Maud Wolcott, will be here presently.
One cometh with her to whom I forbid thee to speak. After they arrive,
thou art to do as I shall then direct thee."
"All right," said Guert. "I don't care who it is. I'll be glad to see
Maud, though. She's about the best girl I know. Pretty, too."
Hardly were the words out of his mouth before there came a jingle of
sleighbells in the road, and it ceased before the house.
"Remain thee here," said Rachel, as she arose and hurried out.
Guert obeyed, but he went to a window and he saw a trim-looking,
two-seated sleigh. A man he did not know was hitching the horse to the
post near the gate. The sleigh had brought a full load of passengers,
all women.
"That's Maud Wolcott," exclaimed Guert. "The girl that's with her is
taller than she is, and she's all muffled up. I can't see her face.
How Maud did jump out o' that cutter! The two others are old women.
Rachel knows 'em."
The first girl out of the sleigh was in the house quickly. She came
like a flash into the parlor and, as her hood flew back, a mass of
brown curls went tumbling down over her shoulders.
"Guert!" she said, breathlessly. "I'm so glad you're here! We were
told you were going."
"We're going!" said Guert. "We're bound for the West Indies. We've
taken one British ship, already. I'm a privateer, Maud! Oh! but ain't
I glad to see you again. It's like old times!"
"You're growing," she said. "I wish I could go to sea, or fight the
British. We haven't any chance to talk, now."
He might be very glad, but, after all, he seemed a little afraid, and a
kind of bashfulness grew upon him as he shook hands with her. She must
have been a year younger than he was,--but then, she was so very
pretty, and he was only a boy.
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