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
With a cautious and hesitating step, Miss Haviland drew near to
this rude structure, and at once perceived, by the appearance of the
unguarded loop-hole window, and the open entrance, before which the
untrodden wild weeds were growing, that it was untenanted. Approaching
still nearer, and peering into the window, she discovered, in one
corner of the deserted apartment, a comfortable-looking bed, composed of
branches of the hemlock, which she rightly concluded had been collected
and used by hunters, who occasionally made the place their quarters for
the night. Immediately concluding to avail herself of the advantages
which this shelter and primitive couch seemed to promise for obtaining
the rest her exhausted system so much needed, she entered, and, throwing
herself down on the soft and yielding boughs, soon surrendered herself
to the influence of the grateful repose, and fell asleep. She was
soon, however, awakened--by what she knew not, unless by the feeling
of uneasiness and apprehension, by which she now found herself
unaccountably agitated. She had heard, or read, of those mysterious
intimations, by which, it is said, we sometimes instinctively become
apprised of impending danger, when there is no apparent cause for
apprehension, and when reason utters no warning. If such instances ever
in reality occurred, this might be one of them; or the impression might
have been unconsciously received from actual sounds, which came from
foes now secretly lurking near, and which, as it is known often to be
the case, had fallen on her slumbering ear, and disturbed and troubled,
without fully awakening her. But whatever the cause of the strange
foreboding, the effect soon became too strong and exciting to permit her
longer to remain passive. And she arose to examine the apartment, and
see what precautions could be taken to render it more safe against the
intrusion of enemies, whether they should come in the shape of men or
wild beasts. On approaching the entrance, she discovered, standing by
the side of it against the wall a sort of rough door made of long cuts
of thick bark, confined by withes to two cross-pieces, and intended,
evidently, as there were no contrivances for hanging it, to be set up
against the entrance on the inside as a barrier against the cold, or
the unwelcome intrusion of any thing from without. But it had become so
water-soaked and heavy, and the end on which it stood so firmly set in
the ground, that she found, on making the attempt, her strength unequal
to the task of removing it. And she turned away to look for other
means of protecting herself from danger. Casting her eyes upward, she
perceived, lying loose on the beams, or rather poles, extending across
the room above, several long pieces of bark, which had been left there,
probably, when the roof, of the same material, was constructed. And it
immediately occurred to her, that, if she could mount this loft, she
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