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
While standing here in doubt respecting the course next
to be pursued, his attention was attracted by a commotion at the house;
when, stepping forward towards the edge of the opening, he caught a
glimpse of the whole body of the tories, with their leader at their
head, just leaving the house and moving silently, and with a quick
step, in the road towards him. Stealing softly away from his post of
observation, he retreated rapidly along the path, some hundred yards
into the wood; when he fortunately encountered Barney and his two men,
to whom he hastily communicated all the discoveries he had made since he
left them.
Fearing, from the non-appearance of Peters and his pursuer, of whom,
strangely, nothing had yet been seen or heard, that the former had given
the latter the slip in some by-path, which would enable him to reach
the tories in the rear, or otherwise apprise them of the danger of
proceeding, Barney instantly adopted the bold resolution of attempting
the immediate capture of the whole band by stratagem, trusting to the
firmness and ingenuity of himself and his men to keep, or get them
forward, till the expected reenforcement should arrive.
“We must multiply ourselves, and then act according to circumstances,”
he said, after apprising his men of his project, which they eagerly
seconded.
“I will multiply into a platoon of ten, and be their orderly, if you
will let me have my own way in the managing of 'em, captain,” said Bart,
entering with great spirit into a plan in which his peculiarities so
well fitted him for taking a leading part.
“Well, then,” replied the other, “take a station in the bushes five or
six rods ahead; the rest of us will take our coverts here, on different
sides of the road. You must all act for yourselves, and on the hints
of the moment; but I will take the lead, and give you such clews as the
case may require.”
Scarcely had this fearless little band settled themselves in their
respective stations, before the tories, marching in close Indian file,
made their appearance, and came forward wholly unsuspicious of danger.
They were permitted to advance unmolested till they were nearly all
between the two points of ambush; when Captain Barney, stepping partly
out from his concealment presented his gun, and exclaimed,--
“Stand! Surrender, or die!”
“Halt!” cried the surprised, though not frightened, tory captain, who
was not only a fine-looking, but cool and capable young officer--“halt,
till we see what all this means.”
“You will soon find out what it means, unless you surrender,'” rejoined
Barney, in a bold and confident tone. “I give you one minute to decide.
Attention there!” he continued, as if addressing a numerous band of
concealed forces--“attention there, right, left, and front platoons!
Every man at his station and ready for the word!”
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