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
“Follow me to the stables, then,” resumed the stanch patriot, hastily
leading the way to the barn, and throwing open a stable door. “There!”
he continued, pointing to a pair of large, active-looking brutes,
feeding together in one stall--“there are my two horses--take them. Let
one of their riders go north, the other south; and spare no horse-flesh
of mine in an emergency like this; but ride and rally, till you have
sent the bloody tale to every house and hut this side the mountains.
And you, Morris and Dunning, accompany me to Captain Wright's. More
messengers must be despatched west and east, into the borders of New
Hampshire, and much other business done before morning.”
A far different scene, in the mean while, was in progress among the
inmates of the loyal mansion, which we have before described, and which
was destined to give shelter that night to the last conclave of royal
office-holders ever known in the Green Mountains. Although the leaders
of the court party had returned from the sanguinary scene they had
enacted, in high exultation at the decisive victory they supposed they
had achieved over their despised opponents, yet neither their own vain
boastings, nor the deeply-quaffed wines of their host, could long keep
up their spirits. Conscience soon began to be busy among them; and their
hearts waxed faint and fearful at the thought of what they had done.
They instinctively drew close together, conversed in subdued tones, or
sat uneasily listening to the sounds that occasionally reached them from
without. And whatever they might have said to keep up their own and each
other's courage, it soon became apparent that secret misgivings, fears,
and forebodings of a coming retribution had taken possession of their
guilt-smitten bosoms.
And there was another person in that house, to whom the tragical events
of the night brought deep disquietude; but it was a disquietude of quite
a different character from that which was experienced by the troubled
wretches we have named: that person was the _Tory's Daughter_--the pure,
guileless, and nobleminded Sabrey Haviland.
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