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
might so dispose of herself there as to escape the observation of any
human intruders, and, at the same time, be out of reach of any wild
beasts that should enter the room below. Accordingly, going to one
corner, she began to mount by stepping on the projecting sides of the
logs in the two converging walls, and soon succeeded in reaching the
loft, and forming, from the bark, a piece of flooring sufficiently
strong and broad to bear her weight and screen her person from
observation. Upon this she extended herself, face downwards, with her
eyes placed to a small aperture, to enable her to see what might happen
in the room below, and silently, but with highly excited expectation,
awaited the event. But what event did she expect? She could not tell;
and yet she was wholly unable to divest herself of the continually
intruding idea that something fearful was about to occur; and impelled
by the singular apprehension, she could not help listening for sounds
which might herald the approaching evil. For some time, however, no
sounds reached her ears, except those low, mingled murmurs which are
peculiar to the forest in the stillness of night. But at length her
quickened organs were greeted by some noise which she knew was not a
fancied one; and the next moment the sound of human footsteps became
distinctly audible. Presently she heard voices at the door, and then saw
two dark forms cautiously entering the room below. After walking around
the apartment and thrusting the muzzles of their guns into corners,
with the apparent purpose of ascertaining whether any one was concealed
within, they approached the pile of boughs before described, and
gave vent to their satisfaction at finding so good a bed, in a short,
guttural _ugh!_ which proclaimed them, to the trembling listener above,
to be Indians, and of those, doubtless, who had been sent out in pursuit
of her. They then proceeded to draw up the old door and barricade the
entrance after which they set their guns against the wall, and camped
down on the bed in the corner.
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