Historical fiction; King Philip's War, 1675-1676 -- Fiction; War stories
He then signified an intention to close the search by an examination of
this edifice. Content unhesitatingly threw open its door, and invited
him to enter.
"On the word of one who, though now engaged in a more peaceful calling,
has been a campaigner in his time, 'twould be no child's-play to carry
this tower without artillery Had thy spies given notice of our approach,
Captain Heathcote, the entrance might have been more difficult than we now
find it. We have a ladder, here! Where the means of mounting are found,
there must be something to tempt one to ascend. I will taste your forest
air from an upper room."
"You will find the apartment above, like this below, merely provided for
the security of the unoffending dwellers of the habitations," said
Content; while he quietly arranged the ladder before the trap, and then
led the way himself to the floor above.
"Here have we loops for the musketoons," cried the stranger, looking about
him, understandingly, "and reasonable defences against shot. Thou hast not
forgotten thy art, Captain Heathcote, and I consider myself fortunate in
having entered thy fortress by surprise, or I should rather say, in amity,
since the peace is not yet broken between us. But why have we so much of
household gear in a place so evidently equipped for war?"
"Thou forgettest that women and children may be driven to this block for a
residence," replied Content. "It would show little discretion to neglect
matters that might be useful to their wants."
"Is there trouble with the savages?" demanded the stranger, a little
quickly; "the gossips of the Colony bade us fear nothing on that head."
"One cannot say at what hour creatures trained in their wild natures may
choose to rise. The dwellers on the borders therefore never neglect a
fitting caution."
"Hist!" interrupted the stranger; "I hear a footstep above. Ha! the scent
will prove true at last! Hilloa, Master Hallam!" he cried from one of the
loops, "let thy statues of salt dissolve, and come hither to the tower.
Here is work for a regiment; for well do we know the nature of, that we
are to deal with."
The sentinel in the court shouted to his companion in the stables, and
then, openly and boisterously exulting in the prospects of a final success
to a search which had hitherto given them useless employment throughout
many a long day and weary ride, they rushed together to the block-house.
"Now, worthy lieges of a gracious master," said the leader, when he
perceived himself backed by all his armed followers, and speaking with the
air of a man flushed with success, "now quickly provide the means of
mounting to the upper story. I have thrice heard the tread of man, moving
across that floor; though it hath been light and wary, the planks are
tell-tales, and have not had their schooling."
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