Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
"Here have we another proof of the wonderful agency by which the changes
in nature are gradually wrought! Now do we see in this Narragansett--"
"The man is white!" interrupted Dudley, tapping the naked shoulder, which
he still held exposed to view.
"White, but not a tittle the less a Narragansett. Your captive, beyond a
doubt, oweth his existence to Christian parentage, but accident hath
thrown him early among the aboriginals, and all those parts, which were
liable to change, were fast getting to assume the peculiarities of the
tribe. He is one of those beautiful and connecting links in the chain of
knowledge, by which science followeth up its deductions to demonstration."
"I should ill brook coming to harm for doing violence to a subject of the
King," said Reuben Ring, a steady, open-faced yeoman, who thought far less
of the subtleties of his companion, than of discharging his social duties
in a manner fitting the character of a quiet and well-conditioned citizen.
"We have had so much of stirring tidings, latterly, concerning the manner
the savages conduct their warfare, that it behoveth men in place of trust
to be vigilant; for," glancing his eyes towards the ruin of the distant
block-house, "thou knowest, brother Dudley, that we have occasion to be
watchful, in a settlement as deep in the forest as this."
"I will answer for the indemnity, Sergeant Ring," said Dudley, with an air
of dignity. "I take upon myself the keeping of this stranger, and will see
that he be borne, properly and in fitting season, before the authorities.
In the mean time, duty hath caused us to overlook matters of moment in thy
household, which it may be seemly to communicate. Abundance hath not been
neglectful of thy interests, during the scout."
"What!" demanded the husband, with rather more of earnestness than was
generally exhibited by one of habits as restrained as his own; "hath the
woman called upon the neighbors, during my absence?"
Dudley nodded an assent.
"And shall I find another boy beneath my roof?"
Doctor Ergot nodded three times with a gravity that might have suited a
communication even more weighty than the one he made.
"Thy woman rarely doth a good turn by halves, Reuben. Thou wilt find that
she hath made provision for a successor to our good neighbor Ergot, since
a seventh son is born in thy house."
The broad, honest face of the father flushed with joy, and then a feeling
less selfish came over him. He asked, with a slight tremor in the voice,
that was none the less touching for coming from the lips of one so stout
of frame and firm of movement--
"And the woman?--in what manner doth Abundance bear up under the
blessing?"
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