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
It would be difficult to describe the sensations with which the hapless
girl witnessed what had occurred; and these, with the fear of what might
still be in store for her, nearly filled the measure of her distress
and perplexity; for although she had thus far escaped observation, and
although she soon had the satisfaction of knowing, by the heavy and
measured breathing which reached her ears, that her foes had sunk into
a deep sleep, yet how was she, even now, to avoid falling into their
merciless hands? Should she attempt to descend and escape through the
window, could she effect her purpose without being heard and detected?
She feared not. And should she remain in her present situation till
daylight, would her terrible visitors then awaken and depart without
discovering her? This alternative appeared to her even less promising
than the other. And yet one of the two courses must be adopted. Which
should it be? While anxiously reflecting on the subject, fresh noises
in the woods arrested her attention. These were also the sounds of
footsteps, but evidently not those of any human prowler. With a light,
quick pat, pat, pat, the animal came up to the door, paused, and snuffed
the air through the crevices. He then moved along to the window, reared
himself on his hind legs, thrust in his nose, and after giving two or
three quick, eager snuffs there also, withdrew, and trotted off, at a
moderate pace, a short distance into the forest, where he appeared to
come to a sudden halt. The next moment, the long, unearthly howl of a
wolf rose shrill and tremulous from the spot, and died slowly away,
in strange, wild cadences, among the echoing mountains around. Sabrey
instinctively shuddered at the fearful sound, but instantly turned her
attention to the sleeping Indians, whom she expected to hear rousing up
and rushing out with their guns after the insidious prowler. But they,
to her surprise, snored on, unconscious of the danger. The howl was
soon repeated, when short, faint responses, in the same shrill, savage
modulations, became audible in every direction in the surrounding
forest. These answering cries, growing more distinct and loud every
moment, in their evident approach to the spot where the first signal
howl was given, now fully apprised the agitated listener of the fearful
character of the scene which was likely soon to occur beneath or around
her. In an incredibly short space of time, the gathering troop of
famished monsters seemed to be arriving and arranging themselves under
their invoking leader to be led on to the promised prey. And soon the
trampling of multitudinous feet evinced that they were in motion and
cautiously advancing towards the house. The next moment, they all
appeared to have assembled under the window, and paused as if to plan
the mode of attack. After a brief interval, in which no sounds could
be distinguished but the low, suppressed snuffling of the troop for the
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