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
her husband, impressed with a sense of duty to his country, had secretly
stolen off, during the preceding night, to the American camp; and that
his tory brother-in-law, from whom she had contrived to conceal her
husband's absence through the morning, had just discovered the fact,
and, with bitter imprecations, seized his gun and rushed out to join the
parties fitting out to fight his countrymen. Scarcely waiting to finish
her hurried communication, the agitated woman hurried down and joined
her no less excited sister in the yard, to witness the expected
encounter of the opposing skirmishers; while Sabrey and Vine, sharing
with the sisters, though less keenly, perhaps, in the interest of the
event, took post at their window, which commanded a clear view of the
scene of action, and looked forth for the same purpose.
A company of tories were cautiously stealing along a low, bushy vale,
towards the most westerly of the opposite woody points, from which the
firing had proceeded. On the extreme right of the field, under a clump
of tall evergreens, was seen the encampment of the Indians, who were
in lively commotion, and evidently preparing to join in the meditated
sally. One, whose stature, accoutrements, and bearing denoted him to
be a chief, and principal leader of the band, appeared to be actively
engaged in giving orders, and pointing out the course to be taken to
reach some designated station in the woods. But just as the whole party
were beginning to file away in their usual fashion, their steps were
suddenly arrested by a rapid discharge of rifle-shots, that burst upon
them from behind an old bush fence on the border of the forest, about a
hundred yards to the east; when the tall chief, and three or four of his
followers, in different parts of their line, were seen leaping wildly
into the air, and then pitching headlong to the earth, to rise no more.
The next instant, every dark form had vanished, and their places of
refuge were only distinguishable by the occasional reports of their
guns, as the protracted skirmish gradually receded within the depths of
the forest.
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