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
“Nothing that I was looking for.”
“Der--what was that?”
“The meeting.”
“Der--what meeting?”
“The one I'd like to go to, may be.”
“You are a bright pup; but--der--don't spit this way; it might be
der--ditter--dangerous business to me; for you must have been eating
razors to-night.”
“No, I haven't; don't love 'em. But you haven't yet told me where the
meeting is?”
“Ditter--look here, my little chap,” said Dunning, getting impatient and
vexed that he could not decide whether the other was a knave, simpleton,
or neither--“ditter--look here;--der--don't your folks want you? Hadn't
you better run along now?”
“Reckon I shall, when you tell me where to go and not run against
snags.”
“Ditter well, der go back the way you come, about ditter as far again as
half way; der then, ditter turn to the ditter right, then to the ditter
left, then der--ditter--ditter--ditter--go along! you'll get there
before I can tell you.”
“In no sort of hurry; will wait till you get your mouth off; may be it
will shoot near the mark arter all.”
“Ditter, dog, my cat, if I--der--don't begin to believe you are
considerable of a critter: and I've half a mind to risk you a piece; so
come into the house, and, der--let me take a squint at your phiz in the
light.”
Taking no exceptions to the character of the invitation, Bart now
followed the other into the house, and, sitting down on a bench by the
fire, began very unconcernedly to whistle, on a low key, the tune
of Yankee Doodle, which was then just beginning to be considered a
patriotic air. Dunning, in the mean time, taking a seat in the opposite
corner, commenced his proposed scrutiny, which he continued, with one
eye partly closed, and with a certain dubious expression of countenance,
for some moments, when he observed,
“You are a ditter queer chicken, that's a fact. But I der find now that
I know you, as the ditter divil did his pigs, by sight; I know also the
sort of folks you have been living amongst lately; and der knowing
all that, it's reasonable that I should be a snuffing a little for the
ditter smell of brimstone. So now if you are a court party tory, and
come here for mischief, you've got into a place that will ditter prove
too hot for you; but if, as I rather think, you are, or der want to be,
something better, and can let us into the shape and fix of matters and
things over there at ditter head-quarters, you may be the chap we would
like to see. Ditter speak out therefore, like a man, and no more of your
ditter squizzling.”
After a few more evasive remarks, in which he succeeded in drawing out
the other more fully, and causing him the more completely to commit
himself, Bart threw aside all bantering, and proceeded to relate all his
discoveries relative to the contemplated movement of the court party.
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