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
scented prey, a large wolf leaped up into the narrow aperture paused
a second and then quickly thrusting his balanced body forward, dropped
noiselessly down on the ground floor within. Another, and another, and
another, followed in rapid succession, till more than half a score
of the gaunt, grim monsters had landed inside, and silently arranged
themselves in a row before the bed of their intended victims, who still
strangely slept on. One more fearful pause succeeded, in which the
greedy band seemed to be eagerly eyeing the fated sleepers, and marking
out portions of their bodies for the deadly gripe; when suddenly
springing forward, they all fiercely pounced upon the victims, and,
with the seeming noise of a thousand wrangling fiends, mingled with the
sharp, short, half-stifled screeches of human agony, that were heard in
the hideous din, seized, throttled, and tore them, limb from limb, to
pieces, and bore off the dissevered parts, munching and snarling, to
different corners of the room. The noise now for a short time subsided,
and nothing was heard but the low, broken growls of the cannibal troop,
as they busily craunched the bones, and tore the flesh on which they
were raking their horrid feast. Then followed the fierce and noisy
encounters for the decreasing fragments, till none were left worth
contending for.
At this juncture, two of the half-glutted but still ravenous gang,
relinquishing the well-picked bones on which they had been laboring,
rose, and, advancing into the middle of the room, stood a moment
listlessly viewing the operations of the rest; when they suddenly
started, and, turning slowly round and round, began busily to snuff
the air, and throw their noses upward in search of some fresh game
that appeared now to have struck their keen olfactories. The affrighted
maiden, who had been witnessing this hideous scene from her hitherto
unsuspected concealment above, with blood curdling in horror at the
sights and sounds that reached her recoiling senses, now shuddered
in fresh alarm; for she but too well understood what this new
and fearfully-significant movement of the wolves portended. And,
instinctively withdrawing her face from her loop-hole of observation,
she hastily drew herself up in the middle of her frail support, so as to
be as far as possible out of the reach of her expected assailants. But
they at once detected the slight sounds occasioned by her movement, and,
now guided by two senses instead of one, instantly began to gnash their
teeth, and, with wild howls, to leap upward after their newly-discovered
prey. And although her position was more than seven feet from the
ground,--a height which, it might be supposed, could not have been
reached by this class of animals in a perpendicular leap,--yet so
desperate had the present gang become by the taste of human blood, that
they soon, in their determined and constantly-repeated efforts, began
to strike and seize the beams with their teeth, by which they would hang
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