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
No further comments were offered by any of the company upon the
communications of this official double-dealer, after his departure; for
all seemed to think that the single shot of Dunning had rendered all
further comments on his speech, and his motives in coming there to make
it, entirely superfluous. And they therefore proceeded, as if nothing
but an ordinary interruption had occurred, to the business on which they
were engaged when the judge came in--that of passing some fresh resolves
expressive of their determination to hold the Court House in defiance of
the threats of their opponents, and of their now settled purpose of
no longer submitting, on any conditions, to the continuance of a court
which had proved itself so corrupt and treacherous. After this, and
making arrangements for the posting and relieving of guards at the doors
for the night, a part of the company left the house to seek lodgings
elsewhere, as the usual hour of rest had now arrived.
When the nonplused and disconcerted Chandler left the Court House,
he rapidly took his way back to his quarters, from which he had been
started out by Patterson and Gale, to see if he might not be able
to accomplish by fair words what they had failed to effect by foul.
Although he had put the best possible face upon the mortifying
occurrence he had just been compelled to meet, and had made, as he
believed, a handsome exit from the company, yet he felt keenly conscious
that he had not only utterly failed in the object of his visit, but
that much of his late base conduct was known. He perceived this in
the allusions of Dunning, the pith of which he had affected not to
understand. He had seen it, he had felt it, in the significant and
knowing glances that had been exchanged on every side around him, and
especially in the bitter derisive laugh that had assailed his tingling
ears. He had also been taught a new lesson in the interview! He had
seen, in the firm manner and determined looks of those he had been
confronting--he had seen that which told him of a spirit at work among
the people, that the loyal party, with all their boasted strength, might
not long be able to quell. He began now, with the instinctive sagacity
of the true office-seeker, to perceive the possibility, perhaps
probability, that the power of dispensing office and patronage was about
to change hands, and he inwardly trembled for his own safety. He
found himself, in short, in one of those straits, to which men of his
character are not unfrequently reduced--that of being wholly at a loss
to decide which side was most likely to become the strongest. Could he
have foreseen and decided this, his mind would have been comparatively
at ease; for he could have then trimmed his sails, so as to steer clear
of the political breakers which he knew were somewhere ahead. Some
course, however, he must decide upon; and after lamenting his inability
to pierce the future, so far as to know which party was destined to
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