Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
"Thither then is the postern," said Dudley, observing that the other took
a direction opposite to that which led to the gate. But a gesture of
authority induced him at the next instant to restrain his voice, and to
follow whither his companion chose to lead the way.
The stranger made a circuit of half the hill ere he descended to the
palisadoes, at a point where lay long and massive piles of wood, which
had been collected for the fuel of the family. This spot was one that
overlooked the steepest acclivity of the eminence, which was in itself,
just there, so difficult of ascent, as to render the provision of the
pickets far less necessary than in its more even faces. Still no useful
precaution for the security of the family had been neglected, even at
this strong point of the works. The piles of wood were laid at such a
distance from the pickets as to afford no facilities for scaling them,
while, on the other hand, they formed platforms and breast-works that
might have greatly added to the safety of those who should be required to
defend this portion of the fortress. Taking his way directly amid the
parallel piles, the stranger descended rapidly through the whole of their
mazes, until he had reached the open space between the outer of the
rows and the palisadoes, a space that was warily left too wide to be
passed by the leap of man.
"'Tis many a day since foot of mine has been in this spot," said Eben
Dudley, feeling his way along a path that his companion threaded without
any apparent hesitation. "My own hand laid this outer pile, some winters
since, and certain am I, that from that hour to this, man hath not touched
a billet of the wood--And yet, for one who hath come from over sea, it
would appear that thou hast no great difficulty in making way among the
narrow lanes!"
"He that hath sight may well choose between air and beechen logs,"
returned the other, stopping at the palisadoes, and in a place that was
concealed from any prying eyes within the works, by triple and quadruple
barriers of wood. Feeling in his girdle, he then drew forth something
which Dudley was not long in discovering to be a key. While the latter,
aided by the little light that fell from the heavens, was endeavoring to
make the most of his eyes, Submission applied the instrument to a lock
that was artfully sunk in one of the timbers, at the height of a man's
breast from the ground; and giving a couple of vigorous turns, a piece of
the palisado, some half a fathom long, yielded on a powerful hinge below,
and, falling, made an opening sufficiently large for the passage of a
human body.
"Here is a sally-port ready provided for our sortie," the stranger
coolly observed, motioning to the other to precede him. When Dudley had
passed, his companion followed, and the opening was then carefully
closed and locked.
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