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
which is better calculated to call forth sympathy than command respect,
and which, showed her to be one of those confiding, dependent persons,
whose destinies are in me hands of those whom they consider their
friends, rather than in their own keeping. The other maiden, with
an equally fine form and no less beautiful features, was still of
an entirely different appearance. She, indeed, was, to the one first
described what the rose, with its hardy stem, is to the lily leaning on
the surrounding herbage for its support; and though less delicately fair
in mere complexion, she was yet more commandingly beautiful; for there
was an expression in the bright, discriminating glances of her deep
hazel eyes, and in the commingling smile that played over the whole of
her serene and benignant countenance, that told of intellects that could
act independently, as well as of a heart that glowed with the kindly
affections.
“Father,” said the last described female, addressing the eldest
gentleman, for the purpose, apparently, of giving a new turn to the
conversation, which had now, for some time, been lagging,--“father, I
think you promised us, on starting from Bennington this morning, not
only a fair day, but a safe arrival at Westminster Court-House, by
sunset, did you not?”
“Why, yes, perhaps I did,” replied the person addressed; “for I know I
calculated that we should get through by daylight.”
“Well, my weatherwise father, to say nothing about this storm, instead
of the promised sunshine, does the progress, made and now making, augur
very brightly for the other part of the result?”
“I fear me not, Sabrey,” answered the old gentleman, “though, with the
road as good as when we started, we should have easily accomplished it.
But who would have dreamed of a thaw so sudden and powerful as this?
Why, the very road before us looks like a running river! Indeed, I think
we shall do well to reach Westminster at all to-night. What say you, Mr.
Peters,--will the horses hold out to do it?” he added, addressing the
young man of the repulsive look, who had charge of the team, us before
mentioned.
“They _must_ do it, at all events, Squire Haviland,” replied Peters.
“Sheriff Patterson, here,” he continued, glancing at the hard-featured
man before described, “has particular reasons for being on the ground
to-night. I must also be there, and likewise friend Jones, if we can
persuade him to forego his intended stop at Brattleborough; for, being
of a military turn, we will give him the command of the forces, if he
will go on immediately with us.”
“Thank you, Mr. Peters,” replied Jones, smiling. “I do not covet the
honor of a command, though I should be ready to go on and assist, if I
really believed that military forces would be needed.”
“Military forces needed for what?” asked Haviland, in some surprise.
“Why, have you not heard, Squire Haviland,” said the sheriff, “that
threats have been thrown out, that our coming court would not be
suffered to sit?”
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