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
“They were so marked for greater security,” resumed the former; “for
they contained silver coin, and, at that time, nearly all the property I
possessed. Of these, one has been recently appropriated to the purchase
of confiscated estates, whenever a lack of money in others was likely to
prevent a sale at a fair value. The other remains in the same spot. And
this, and the rest of my property, except what I have just conveyed, and
except, also, bequests of small farms to Dunning and Piper, for their
friendship to you, and faithfulness to the cause, you will find, by my
will here on the table, to be equally divided between you, my son and
nephew. And now,” he added, in a faltering tone, and in accents of
touching tenderness, “now, my children, having said all I wished to
communicate, I will commend you to our common Parent above. Kneel and
receive my blessing.”
Hand in hand, and side by side, with the fair sharers of their gushing
sympathies, the young men now reverently knelt around the dying patriot,
and bowed their faces beneath his outspread hands to receive the
proffered blessing, which was then pronounced with much fervor, but with
the last words he was destined ever to utter; for after waiting a while
after he had ceased to speak, the tearful group gently removed his hands
from their heads, and arose to be greeted by a face pale in death.
CONCLUSION.
On a summer afternoon, nearly a year after the occurrence of the
events last described, there was an unusual gathering in the village
of Bennington. As early as one o'clock, multitudes of people were seen
pouring in by every road leading into the place from the surrounding
country, and filling up the streets with a promiscuous crowd of all
ages, sexes, and conditions. And as the hour of two approached, the
commotion increased to a degree which plainly showed that some crisis
was at hand; and soon the dense throng, gathered in the vicinity of the
Green Mountain Tavern, then the principal place of public resort,
broke away into groups and companies, and began to flock towards
a newly-erected gallows, standing, at no great distance, on the
neighboring common. Here arranging themselves, as they came up, in a
circle round the ill-omened structure, they assumed the attitude of
spectators awaiting the advent of some promised spectacle.
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