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
It is needless to say that this brutal order was promptly obeyed. And
when the dying and insensible victim, pierced through head and body, and
all the wounded, had been drawn in and thrown promiscuously together,
on the cold, damp floors of the prison-rooms, the keys were turned upon
them; and their remorseless butchers, making not the least provision
for the sufferers, by way of medical aid or otherwise, returned, after
posting a strong guard at the doors, to the tavern or the house of
Brush, to celebrate their victory in a drunken carousal.
CHAPTER VI.
“The brand is on their brows,
A dark and guilty spot;
'Tis ne'er to be erased,
'Tis ne'er to be forgot.”
Whatever may be the result of the present public movement for the
abolition of capital punishment, and however far future experiments may
go towards establishing the expediency and safety of such a change in
criminal jurisprudence, the history of every nation and people will
show, we believe, the remarkable fact, that ever since Cain stood before
his Maker with his hands reeking with the blood of his murdered brother,
and his heart so deeply smitten with the consciousness of having justly
forfeited his own life by taking the life of another, that he could not
divest himself of the belief that all men would seek to slay him, no one
principle has been found to be more deeply implanted in the human breast
than the desire to see the wilful shedding of blood atoned for by
the blood of the perpetrator. So strong, so active, and so impelling,
indeed, seems this principle, that no sooner goes forth the dread tale
of homicide, than all community rise up, as one man, instinctively
impressed with the duty of hunting down the guilty and bringing them
to justice; while the guilty themselves seem no less instinctively
impressed with the abiding consciousness that the doom, which heaven and
earth has decreed to their crimes, must inevitably overtake them.
Deep and fearful was the excitement, in the hitherto quiet and peaceful
village of Westminster, as from mouth to mouth, and house to house,
spread the startling intelligence, that a meeting of unarmed citizens,
assembled at the Court House, had been assailed, and numbers shot down
in cold blood by the minions of British authority. The whole town was
soon in commotion. No loud noise or clamor of voices, it is true, was
heard proclaiming the deed on the midnight air; but the rapid footfalls
of men hurrying along the streets, the hastily exchanged inquiry, the
eager, suppressed tones of those conversing in small groups at the
corners and by-places around the village, the hasty opening and shutting
of doors, and the dancing of lights in every direction, gave ominous
indication of the feeling that had every where been awakened, and the
secret movement which was everywhere afoot among the people.
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