Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
The lad submitted quietly, until a turn of the rope was passed around one
of his arms; but when Content was fain to complete the work by bringing
the other limb into the same state of subjection, the boy glided from his
grasp, and cast the fetter from him in disdain. This act of decided
resistance was, however, followed by no effort to escape. The moment his
person was released from a confinement which he probably considered as
implying distrust of his ability to endure pain with the fortitude of a
warrior, the lad turned quietly and proudly to his captor, and, with an
eye in which scorn and haughtiness were alike glowing, seemed to defy the
fulness of his anger.
"Be it so," resumed the equal-minded Content, "if thou likest not the
bonds, which, notwithstanding the pride of man, are often healthful to the
body, keep then the use of thy limbs, and see that they do no mischief.
Whittal, look thou to the postern and remember it is forbidden to go
afield, until my father hath had this heathen under examination. The cub
is seldom found far from the cunning of the aged bear."
He then made a sign to the boy to follow, and proceeded to the apartment
where his father, surrounded by most of the family, awaited their coming.
Uncompromising domestic discipline was one of the striking characteristics
of the sway of the Puritans. That austerity of manner which was thought to
mark a sense of a fallen and probationary state, was early taught; for,
among a people who deemed all mirth a sinful levity, the practice of
self-command would readily come to be esteemed the basis of virtue. But,
whatever might have been the peculiar merit of Mark Heathcote and his
household in this particular, it was likely to be exceeded by the
exhibition of the same quality in the youth who had so strangely become
their captive.
We have already said, that this child of the woods might have seen some
fifteen years. Though he had shot upwards like a vigorous and thrifty
plant, and with the freedom of a thriving sapling in his native forests,
rearing its branches towards the light, his stature had not yet reached
that of man. In height, form, and attitudes, he was a model of active,
natural, and graceful boyhood. But, while his limbs were so fair in
their proportions, they were scarcely muscular; still, every movement
exhibited a freedom and ease which announced the grace of childhood,
without the smallest evidence of that restraint which creeps into our
air as the factitious feelings of later life begin to assert their
influence. The smooth, rounded trunk of the mountain ash is not more
upright and free from blemish, than was the figure of the boy, who moved
into the curious circle that opened for his entrance and closed against
his retreat, with the steadiness of one who came to bestow instead of
appearing to receive judgment.
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