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
On reaching this spot, it was found that the flood, which, on the high
grounds, where we have last been taking the reader, was but little
observable, had made, and was evidently still making, a most rapid
progress. The rising waters had already forced themselves through the
small but constantly widening outlets of their strong, imprisoning
barriers, and were beginning to hurry along, in two dark, turbid
streams, over the surface of the ice, beneath the opposite banks, where
it was still too strongly confined to the roots and frozen earth to
permit of its rising; while the uplifting mass, in the middle of the
river, had nearly attained the level of the surrounding meadows. And,
although the main body still remained unbroken, yet the deep, dull
reports that rose in quick succession to the ear from the cracking mass
in every direction around, and the sharp, hissing, gurgling sounds
of the water, which was gushing violently upwards through the fast
multiplying fissures, together with the visible, tremor-like agitation
that pervaded the whole, plainly evinced that it could not long
withstand the tremendous pressure of the laboring column of waters
beneath.
The travellers, who were not to be turned back by a foot or two of water
in their path over the ice, so long as the foundation remained firm,
drew up a long spruce pole from a neighboring fence, and, shooting it
forward through the first stream of water, passed over upon it to the
uncovered ice; and then, drawing their spar-bridge to the water next the
other bank, went through the same process, till they had all reached the
opposite shore unwet and in safety.
Here they again paused to note the appearance of the disturbed elements;
for, in addition to the threatening aspect which the river was here
fast assuming, a slight trembling of the ground began occasionally to
be perceptible; while unusual sounds seemed to come mingling from a
distance, with the roaring of the wind and the noise of rushing waters,
as if earth, air, and water were all joining their disturbed forces for
some general commotion.
“The water and ice are strangely agitated, it appears to me,” observed
Woodburn to his companions, as they stood looking on the scene before
them. “See how like a pot the water boils up through that crevice
yonder! Then hear that swift, lumbering rush of the stream beneath!
The whole river, indeed, seems fairly to groan, like some huge animal
confined down by an insupportable burden, from which it is laboring to
free itself. I have noticed such appearances, I think, when the ice was
on the point of breaking up; but that can hardly be the case here, at
present can it?”
“On the point of breaking up, now?” said one of the company in reply.
“No, indeed! Why, the ice is more than three feet thick, and as sound
and solid as a rock. Should it rain from this time till to-morrow noon,
it won't start.”
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