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
The observation is no less true than trite, that no one knows till he
has tried it, what he can do or endure. And as just as is the remark
in a general application, it is, we apprehend, more strikingly so when
applied to the gentler sex; for, from the position they occupy in social
life, their powers of action or endurance are so seldom fully put to the
test, that they are generally far less conscious than men of what deeds
they might accomplish or what degree of suffering they might endure,
in emergencies calculated to call forth the highest energies of their
physical and moral natures. And if there be any disparity between the
number of heroes and heroines in the world, such emergencies as we have
named are only wanting, we believe, to make up any deficiency that may
be found in the latter.
When Miss Haviland ascertained that her too venturous companion had
been intercepted and retaken, in the manner mentioned in the preceding
chapter, she for a moment greatly hesitated whether to return and yield
herself again to her captors, or persevere in her attempt to escape.
But, beginning to suspect the true source of the present misfortune,
which, if her suspicions were just, pointed only at herself, and
thinking that her escape would soon lead to the voluntary release of
her companion, she quickly decided on the latter alternative, and glided
noiselessly away into the depths of the forest.
After proceeding in a direct course from the camp to such a distance as
should preclude the possibility that any ordinary sound made in walking
through the woods would reach her captors, unless they were in actual
pursuit behind, of which her often strained senses had as yet given her
no evidence, she turned short to the south, and, in pursuance of the
hasty plan formed by herself and companion at the outset, now made her
way, as fast as the darkness and the usual obstacles of the woods would
permit, towards the road, her only guide being the parallel swells of
land, which, running north and south, rose, as she had luckily noticed
before dark, in successive lifts up the mountain to the west. Still
hearing no sounds of pursuit, she began to entertain strong hopes that
she should be permitted to reach the road unmolested. In this, however,
she was doomed to be disappointed; for, in a short time, a cracking, as
of dry twigs under the tread of some one stealthily advancing, arrested
her attention, and brought her to a stand. Fortunately, no part of her
dress was sufficiently light-colored to betray her. And, having nothing
to fear from this, and believing that, by placing herself in close
contact with some natural object, she might still have a good chance to
be passed undetected, she glided to the nearest tree, and, placing her
back to the side opposite to the suspected foe, awaited his approach in
breathless silence. Presently he came up, and, after pausing a moment
within a few yards of her, apparently to listen and reconnoitre, he
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