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
“Now I reason a little ditter different,” replied the sergeant. “They
may be getting oneasy and suspicious, because their spies we took there
at Coffin's don't return; and so keep still, and put out their
fires, lest the absent ones be dogged back, and their rendezvous thus
discovered; but I der don't believe the company would clear out till
they knew what become of them. They are still there, I'm apt to think;
so we will now put forward--first up north a piece, on this side, and
then across and down to a little cove there is near their encampment.”
So saying, Dunning took up one of the oars, and, with long vigorous, but
noiseless strokes, sent the boat rapidly ahead; while the other took a
position most favorable for a lookout. In this manner, and taking turns
at the oar, they soon, by the course they had marked out for themselves,
reached the western side of the pond, and, heading round, moved
cautiously along the shore towards the hostile encampment.
“Ah! there! one--two--yes, three camp fires, T can der catch glimmers
of occasionally,” softly exclaimed Dunning, rising up in the boat, and
peering ahead for observation. “I was right--the ditter rapscallions are
there, snug in their quarters, but had wit enough to build their fires
behind logs, or something, so as not to be seen from 'tother side. We
are within the ditter matter of three hundred yards of 'em, now; so
carefully, Bart, and don't let your oar graze the boat, or any thing, to
give out the least sound; for they've ears, it's der probable, as well
as we.”
A short time now sufficed to bring them to the small cove, at which the
hunter had proposed to land. Here, under the screen of an impervious
tangle of brushwood and fallen tree tops, which intervened between them
and the foe, they drew up their boat on to the shore. They then, after
taking off their shoes, which they left in the canoe, carefully crawled
up the bank, passed round the thicket, and paused to listen. The sounds
of voices conversing in low tones in one spot, the slow steps of a
sentinel in another, and the snoring of some hard sleeper in a third,
were soon detected by the quick ears of the anxious listeners.
“As I thought,” whispered Dunning, putting his mouth close to the ear
of the other: “the head ones are ditter suspicious, and watchful; but we
must try what can be done--at least to find the spot where they've put
the gals. There's a ditter old shanty I used to camp in, about fifty
yards ahead; and as that is probably the best they've got, I've been
thinking they may have cooped 'em in there. Suppose you, who are
lightest and smallest, creep forward to it, for ditter discoveries. I
will follow half way, and wait.”
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