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
“Ay, ay,” interposed Stearns, “nobody but the judge could have executed
that piece of diplomacy with the fellows. And no one but he can
carry out the business successfully now. His honor must be the one to
undertake it.”
“Certainly.” “The very man.” “He must do it.” “They would listen to none
of us.” “The thing is settled, and he must go” unanimously responded the
company.
“I really feel flattered, gentlemen,” replied Chandler, bowing and
waving his hand towards the company--“highly flattered by your opinion
of my capacity to negotiate in this delicate affair. But you will
understand, in case I accede to your wishes, gentlemen,” he continued,
with a look of peculiar meaning--“you will understand that I am to be
considered, on all hands, as utterly opposed to coercive measures--to
all--I am understood, I suppose, gentlemen?”
“Yes, yes, judge,” returned the others, with knowing winks and laughter,
“we will all understand that you are opposed to the whole move.”
Having thus arranged business for the morrow to their satisfaction,
these astute personages, who, like their party generally in America, at
that period, seemed to have acted on an entirely false estimate of the
intelligence and spirit of the common people, now rose and retired to
their respective lodgings, inwardly chuckling at their sagacity, in
being able to concoct what they believed would prove a successful scheme
of overreaching and putting down their opponents, and, at the same time,
of establishing their own tottering authority on a basis which might bid
defiance to all future attempts to overturn it.
CHAPTER IV.
“But here, at least, are arms unchained
And souls that thraldom never stained.”
As soon as the company, described in the preceding chapter, had all
retired from the room, Brush, bidding Bart to rake up the fire and go
to bed, proceeded to lock all the outer doors of the house, muttering
to himself as he did so, “It can't be as Chandler fears, I think, about
this fellow's going out to blab to-night; but as this will put an end to
the possibility of his doing it, I may as well make all fast, and then
there will be no chance for blame for suffering him to remain in the
room.”
So saying, and putting the different keys in his pocket, he at once
disappeared, on his way to his own apartment. When the sound of his
retiring footsteps had ceased to be heard, Bart, who had lingered in
the room, suddenly changed his sleepy, abject appearance for a prompt,
decisive look and an erect attitude.
“Two ideas above a jackass!--two ideas above a jackass, eh?” he said,
and slowly repeated, as with flashing eyes he nodded significantly in
the direction his master had taken. “You may yet find out, Squire Brush,
that my ears aint sich a disput sight longer than yourn, arter all.”
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