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
Without demurring to the suggestion, Bart immediately set forward,
on his hands and knees, in the direction indicated by his companion.
Carefully removing every dry twig and leaf from each place where he
wished to bear his weight, and moving as noiselessly as the preying cat
along the ground, he made his way onward till he had gone far enough,
as he judged, to reach the expected shanty; when he paused to listen and
reconnoitre. But now all seemed perfectly still. Not the slightest
sound of any kind reached his ears; while it had, in some unaccountable
manner, suddenly become so pitchy dark that he could not distinguish
a single object before him. And he began to feel confused and doubtful
about proceeding, when, by the action of those secret and undefinable
sympathies, perhaps, by which, it is said, we sometimes become apprised
of the presence of others before we are informed by the senses, he all
at once became impressed with the idea that some person was near him. He
therefore strained his senses to the utmost in trying to discover what
objects might be before or around him; but all, for a while, to no
purpose. In a short time, however, his ear caught the sound of a deep
sigh, the softness of which told him it came from a female, within a few
feet of him. With a palpitating heart, he now doubtfully attempted to
move forward, when he suddenly perceived his head on the point of coming
in contact with some broad, high obstacle, which seemed to rise like
a wall before him, Surprised, and still more confused than before, he
retreated a few paces, and looked upward, to try to make out the nature
of the obstacle before him; when he discovered it to be the backside of
the very shanty of which he was in search. The strange darkness,
which had so suddenly overshadowed him, and which was caused by the
obstruction of the skylight by this rude structure, being now explained,
and every thing made clear to his mind, he cautiously moved round
towards the front of the shanty, to find the entrance, no longer
doubting that those he sought were within. On reaching the front corner,
so as to enable him to peer round it on that side, he soon made out the
entrance; but directly across it, to his disappointment, he discovered
the half-recumbent form of a man, with a musket leaning on his shoulder.
After a few hurried observations, in which he discovered, by the
decaying fires before them several other shanties or tents among the
trees, a few rods in front, Bart again slunk back to the spot he had
just left, and was about to retrace his way to his companion, when a new
thought occurred to him, and, moving up to the back of the shanty, which
was formed by broad pieces of thick bark standing slantingly against a
pole supported by crotches, and, placing his mouth to a crack, softly
whispered the names of the captives, and turned his ear to the spot to
catch the hoped-for response. For the first moment, all was still but
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