The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
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The Rangers; or, The Tory's Daughter: A Tale Illustrative of the Revolutionary History of Vermont and the Northern Campaign of 1777
Thompson, Daniel P. (Daniel Pierce)
Vermont -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Fiction
“Ay, you were right, Harry,” rejoined the former, “though a hard matter
to bear; and though I am willing this, and all such outrages, should go
in to swell the cup of our grievances, that it may the sooner overflow,
yet you were right; and it was spoken, too, like a man. But let me
suggest, whether you, and all present, had not better now disperse. The
powers that be will soon have their eyes upon us, and I would rather not
excite their jealousy, at this time, on account of certain measures we
have in contemplation, which I will explain to you hereafter.”
“Your advice is good,” returned Woodburn, “and I will see that it is
followed, as soon as I can find some one to dispose of the body of my
luckless pony; for then I propose to throw the harness into some sleigh,
and join such of the company here as are on foot on their way to court.”
“Put your harness aboard my double sleigh standing in the tavern yard
yonder, Harry. And I am sorry I have too much of a load to ask you to
ride yourself. But where shall I leave the arness?”
“At Greenleaf's store, at the river, if you will; for I conclude you are
bound to Westminster, as well as the rest of us.”
“I am, and shall soon be along after you, as I wish to go through
to-night, if possible, being suspicious of a flood, that may prevent me
from getting there with a team, by to-morrow. Neither the rain nor thaw
is over yet, if I can read prognostics. How strong and hot this south
wind blows! And just cast your eye over on to West River mountain,
yonder--how rapidly those long, ragged masses of fog are creeping up its
sides towards the summit! That sign is never failing.”
Woodburn's brief arrangements were soon completed; when he and his
newly-encountered foot companions, each provided with a pair of rackets,
or snow-shoes,--articles with which foot-travellers, when the snow was
deep, often, in those times, went furnished,--took up their line of
march down the road leading to the Connecticut, leaving Peters and his
company, as well as all others who had teams, refresing themselves or
their horses at the village inn.
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