CHAPTER XIV.
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He could not rest, he could not stay
Within his tent to wait for day;
But walked him forth along the sand,
Where thousand sleepers strewed the strand.
Siege of Corinth.
It was now so late that most of the men of the Hut, and
all the women and children, were housed for the night, provided
no alarm occurred. There was consequently little
risk in the major's venturing forth, disguised as he was,
should care be taken not to approach a light. The great
number of the latter, streaming through the windows of the
western wing of the building, showed how many were now
collected within the walls, and gave an unusual appearance
of life and animation to the place. Still, the court was clear,
the men seeking their pallets, in readiness for their coming
watches, while the women were occupied with those great
concerns of female life, the care of children.
The captain, major, and chaplain, each carrying a rifle,
and the two former pistols, moved rapidly across the court,
and passed the gate. The moveable leaf of the latter was
left unbarred, it being the orders of the captain to the sentinels
without, on the approach of an enemy, to retire within
the court, and then to secure the fastenings.
The night was star-light, and it was cool, as is common
to this region of country. There being neither lamp nor
candle on the exterior of the house, even the loops being
darkened, there was little danger in moving about within
the stockades. The sentinels were directed to take their
posts so near the palisades as to command views of the open
lawn without, a precaution that would effectually prevent
the usual stealthy approach of an enemy without discovery.
As the alarm had been very decided, these irregula guardians
of the house were all at their posts, and exceedingly
watchful, a circumstance that enabled the captain to avoid
them, and thus further remove the danger of his son's being
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recognised. He accordingly held himself aloof from the
men, keeping within the shadows of the sides of the Hut.
As a matter of course, the first object to which our two
soldiers directed their eyes, was the rock above the mill.
The Indians had lighted fires, and were now apparently
bivouacked at no great distance from them, having brought
boards from below with that especial object. Why they
chose to remain in this precise position, and why they neglected
the better accommodations afforded by some fifteen
or twenty log-cabins, that skirted the western side of the
valley in particular, were subjects of conjecture. That they
were near the fires the board shanties proved, and that they
were to the last degree careless of the proximity of the people
of the place, would seem also to be apparent in the fact
that they had not posted, so far as could be ascertained,
even a solitary sentinel.
“This is altogether surprising for Indian tactics,” observed
the captain, in a low voice; for everything that was uttered
that night without the building was said in very guarded
tones. “I have never before known the savages to cover
themselves in that manner; nor is it usual with them to light
fires to point out the positions they occupy, as these fellows
seem to have done.”
“Is it not all seeming, sir?” returned the major. “To
me that camp, if camp it can be called, has an air of being
deserted.”
“There is a look about it of premeditated preparation,
that one ought always to distrust in war.”
“Is it not unmilitary, sir, for two soldiers like ourselves
to remain in doubt on such a point? My professional pride
revolts at such a state of things; and, with your leave, I
will go outside, and set the matter at rest by reconnoitring.”
“Professional pride is a good thing, Bob, rightly understood
and rightly practised. But the highest point of honour
with the really good soldier is to do that for which he was
precisely intended. Some men fancy armies were got together
just to maintain certain exaggerated notions of military
honour; whereas, military honour is nothing but a moral
expedient to aid in effecting the objects for which they are
really raised. I have known men so blinded as to assert
that a soldier is bound to maintain his honour at the expense
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of the law; and this in face of the fact that, in a free country,
a soldier is in truth nothing but one of the props of the
law, in the last resort. So with us; we are here to defend
this house, and those it contains; and our military honour
is far more concerned in doing that effectually, and by right
means, than in running the risk of not doing it at all, in
order to satisfy an abstract and untenable notion of a false
code. Let us do what is right, my son, and feel no concern
that our honour suffer.”
Captain Willoughby said this, because he fancied it a
fault in his son's character, sometimes to confound the end
with the means, in appreciating the ethics of his profession.
This is not an uncommon error among those who bear
arms, instances not being wanting in which bodies of men
that are the mere creatures of authority, have not hesitated
to trample the power that brought them into existence under
foot, rather than submit to mortify the feelings of a purely
conventional and exaggerated pride. The major was rebuked
rather than convinced, it not being the natural vocation of
youth to perceive the justice of all the admonitions of age.
“But, if one can be made auxiliary to the other, sir,” the
son remarked, “then you will allow that professional esprit,
and professional prudence, may very well march hand in
hand.”
“Of that there can be no doubt, though I think it far
wiser and more soldier-like, even, to use all proper precautions
to guard this house, under our actual circumstances,
than to risk anything material in order to satisfy our doubts
concerning the state of that camp.”
“But the cabins, and all the property that lies exposed to
fire and other accidents, including the mills? Is it not worth
your while to let me make a little excursion, in order to
ascertain the state of things, as connected with them?”
“Perhaps it would, Bob” — returned the father, after a
little reflection. “It would be a great point gained, to send
a man to look after the buildings, and the horses. The poor
beasts may be suffering for water; and, as you say, the first
thing will be to ascertain where our wild visiters really are,
and what they are actually bent on. Woods, go with us to
the gate, and let us out. I rely on your saying nothing of
our absence, except to explain to the two nearest sentinels
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who we are, and to be on the look-out for us, against the
moment we may return.”
“Will it not be very hazardous to be moving in front of
the stockade, in the dark? Some of our own people may
fire upon you.”
“You will tell them to be cautious, and we shall use great
circumspection in our turn. I had better give you a signal
by which we shall be known.”
This was done, and the party moved from under the
shadows of the Hut, down to the gate. Here the two soldiers
halted for several minutes, taking a deliberate and as thorough
a survey of the scene without, as the darkness permitted.
Then the chaplain opened the gate, and they issued
forth, moving with great caution down the lawn, towards
the flats. As a matter of course, captain Willoughby was
perfectly familiar with all the lanes, ditches, bridges and
fields of his beautiful possessions. The alluvial soil that
lay spread around him was principally the result of ages of
deposit while the place was covered with water; but, as the
overflowing of the water had been produced by a regular
dam, the latter once removed, the meadows were free from
the excessive moisture which generally saturates drained
lands. Still, there were two or three large open ditches, to
collect the water that came down the adjacent mountains,
or bubbled up from springs near the margin of the woods.
Across these ditches the roads led, by bridges, and the
whole valley was laid out, in this manner, equally with a
view to convenience and rural beauty. A knowledge of all
the windings was of great use, on the present occasion,
even on the advance; while, on the retreat, it might clearly
be the means of preserving the lives, or liberties, of the two
adventurers.
The captain did not proceed by the principal road which
led from the Hut to the mills, the great thoroughfare of the
valley, since it might be watched, in order to prevent a
hostile sortie against the camp; but he inclined to the right,
or to the westward, in order to visit the cabins and barns
in that quarter. It struck him his invaders might have
quietly taken possession of the houses, or even have stolen
his horses and decamped. In this direction, then, he and
his son proceeded, using the greatest caution in their
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movements, and occasionally stopping to examine the waning
fires at the rock, or to throw a glance behind them at the
stockade. Everything remained in the quiet which renders
a forest settlement so solemn and imposing, after the daily
movements of man have ceased. The deepest and most
breathless attention could not catch an unaccustomed sound.
Even the bark of a dog was not heard, all those useful animals
having followed their masters into the Hut, as if conscious
that their principal care now lay in that direction.
Each of the sentinels had one of these animals near him,
crouched under the stockade, in the expectation of their
giving the alarm, should any strange footstep approach.
In this manner most of the distance between the Knoll and
the forest was crossed, when the major suddenly laid a hand
on his father's arm.
“Here is something stirring on our left,” whispered the
former—“It seems, too, to be crouching under the fence.”
“You have lost your familiarity with our rural life, Bob,”
answered the father, with a little more confidence of tone,
but still guardedly, “or this fragrant breath would tell you
we are almost on a cow. It is old Whiteback; I know her
by her horns. Feel; she is here in the lane with us, and
within reach of your hand. A gentler animal is not in the
settlement. But, stop—pass your hand on her udder—she
will not stir—how is it, full or not?”
“If I can judge, sir, it is nothing remarkable in the way
of size.”
“I understand this better. By Jupiter, boy, that cow has
been milked! It is certain none of our people have left the
house to do it, since the alarm was first given. This is
ominous of neighbours.”
The major made no reply, but he felt to ascertain if his
arms were in a state for immediate service. After a moment's
further pause the captain proceeded, moving with
increased caution. Not a word was now uttered, for they
were getting within the shadows of the orchard, and indeed
of the forest, where objects could not well be distinguished
at the distance of a very few yards. A cabin was soon
reached, and it was found empty; the fire reduced to a few
embers, and quite safe. This was the residence of the man
who had the care of the horses, the stables standing directly
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behind it. Captain Willoughby was a thoughtful and humane
man, and it struck him the animals might now be turned
into a field that joined the barn-yard, where there was not
only rich pasture, but plenty of sweet running water. This
he determined to do at once, the only danger being from
the unbridled movements of cattle that must be impatient
from unusual privation, and a prolonged restraint.
The major opened the gate of the field, and stationed himself
in a way to turn the animals in the desired direction,
while his father went into the stable to set them free. The
first horse came out with great deliberation, being an old
animal well cooled with toil at the plough, and the major
had merely to swing his arm, to turn him into the field. Not
so with the next, however. This was little better than a colt,
a creature in training for his master's saddle; and no sooner
was it released than it plunged into the yard, then bounded
into the field, around which it galloped, until it found the
water. The others imitated this bad example; the clatter
of hoofs, though beaten on a rich turf, soon resounding in
the stillness of the night, until it might be heard across the
valley. The captain then rejoined his son.
“This is a good deed somewhat clumsily done, Bob,”
observed the father, as he picked up his rifle and prepared
to proceed. “An Indian ear, however, will not fail to distinguish
between the tramping of horses and a charge of
foot.”
“Faith, sir, the noise may serve us a good turn yet. Let
us take another look at the fires, and see if this tramping
has set any one in motion near them. We can get a glimpse
a little further ahead.”
The look was taken, but nothing was seen. While standing
perfectly motionless, beneath the shadows of an apple-tree,
however, a sound was heard quite near them, which
resembled that of a guarded footstep. Both gentlemen drew
up, like sportsmen expecting the birds to rise, in waiting for
the sound to approach. It did draw nearer, and presently
a human form was seen moving slowly forward in the path,
approaching the tree, as if to get within its cover. It was
allowed to draw nearer and nearer, until captain Willoughby
laid his hand, from behind the trunk, on the stranger's
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shoulder, demanding sternly, but in a low voice, “who are
you?”
The start, the exclamation, and the tremor that succeeded,
all denoted the extent of this man's surprise. It was some
little time, even, before he could recover from his alarm,
and then he let himself be known by his answer.
“Massy!” exclaimed Joel Strides, who ordinarily gave
this doric sound to the word `mercy'—“Massy, captain, is
it you! I should as soon thought of seeing a ghost! What
in natur' has brought you out of the stockade, sir?”
“I think that is a question I might better ask you, Mr.
Strides. My orders were to keep the gate close, and for no
one to quit the court-yard even, until sent on post, or called
by an alarm.”
“True, sir—quite true—true as gospel. But let us moderate
a little, captain, and speak lower; for the Lord only
knows who 's in our neighbourhood. Who 's that with you,
sir?—Not the Rev. Mr. Woods, is it?”
“No matter who is with me. He has the authority of my
commands for being here, whoever he may be, while you
are here in opposition to them. You know me well enough,
Joel, to understand nothing but the simple truth will satisfy
me.”
“Lord, sir, I am one of them that never wish to tell you
anything but truth. The captain has known me now long
enough to understand my natur', I should think; so no more
need be said about that.”
“Well, sir—give me the reason—and see that it is given
to me without reserve.”
“Yes, sir; the captain shall have it. He knows we
scrambled out of our houses this afternoon a little onthinkingly,
Injin alarms being skeary matters. It was an awful
hurrying time! Well, the captain understands, too, we don't
work for him without receiving our wages; and I have been
aying up a little, every year, until I 've scraped together a
few hundred dollars, in good half-joes; and I bethought me
the money might be in danger, should the savages begin to
plunder; and I 've just came out to look a'ter the money.”
“If this be true, as I hope and can easily believe to be
the case, you must have the money about you, Joel, to
prove it.”
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The man stretched forth his arm, and let the captain feel
a handkerchief, in which, sure enough, there was a goodly
quantity of coin. This gave him credit for truth, and removed
all suspicion of his present excursion being made
with any sinister intention. The man was questioned as
to his mode of passing the stockade, when he confessed he
had fairly clambered over it, an exploit of no great difficulty
from the inside. As the captain had known Joel too long to
be ignorant of his love of money, and the offence was very
pardonable in itself, he readily forgave the breach of orders.
This was the only man in the valley who did not trust his
little hoard in the iron chest at the Hut; even the miller
reposing that much confidence in the proprietor of the estate;
but Joel was too conscious of dishonest intentions himself
to put any unnecessary faith in others.
All this time, the major kept so far aloof as not to be recognised,
though Joel, once or twice, betrayed symptoms of
a desire to ascertain who he was. Maud had awakened
suspicions that now became active, in both father and son,
when circumstances so unexpectedly and inconveniently
threw the man in their way. It was consequently the wish
of the former to get rid of his overseer as soon as possible.
Previously to doing this, however, he saw fit to interrogate
him a little further.
“Have you seen anything of the Indians since you left
the stockade, Strides?” demanded the captain. “We can
perceive no other traces of their presence than yonder fires,
though we think that some of them must have passed this
way, for Whiteback's udder is empty.”
“To own the truth, captain, I haven't. I some think
that they 've left the valley; though the Lord only can tell
when they 'll be back ag'in. Such critturs be beyond calcilation!
They outdo arthmetic, nohow. As for the cow, I
milked her myself; for being the crittur the captain has
given to Phœbe for her little dairy, I thought it might hurt
her not to be attended to. The pail stands yonder, under
the fence, and the women and children in the Hut may be
glad enough to see it in the morning.”
This was very characteristic of Joel Strides. He did not
hesitate about disobeying orders, or even to risk his life, in
order to secure his money; but, determined to come out, he
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had the forethought and care to bring a pail, in order to
supply the wants of those who were now crowded within
the stockade, and who were too much accustomed to this
particular sort of food, not to suffer from its absence. If we
add, that, in the midst of all this prudent attention to the
wants of his companions, Joel had an eye to his personal
popularity and what are called “ulterior events,” and that
he selected his own cow for the precise reason given, the
reader has certain distinctive traits of the man before him.
“This being the case,” returned the captain, a good deal
relieved at finding that the savages had not been the agents
in this milking affair, since it left the probability of their
remaining stationary—“This being the case, Joel, you had
better find the pail, and go in. As soon as day dawns, however,
I recommend that all the cows be called up to the
stockade and milked generally. They are feeding in the
lanes, just now, and will come readily, if properly invited.
Go, then, but say nothing of having met me, and—”
“Who else did the captain say?” inquired Joel, curiously,
observing that the other paused.
“Say nothing of having met us at all, I tell you. It is
very important that my movements should be secret.”
The two gentlemen now moved on, intending to pass in
front of the cabins which lined this part of the valley, by a
lane which would bring them out at the general highway
which led from the Knoll to the mill. The captain marched
in front, while his son brought up the rear, at a distance of
two or three paces. Each walked slowly and with caution,
carrying his rifle in the hollow of his arm, in perfect readiness
for service. In this manner both had proceeded a few
yards, when Robert Willoughby felt his elbow touched, and
saw Joel's face, within eighteen inches of his own, as the
fellow peered under his hat. It was an action so sudden
and unexpected, that the major saw, at once, nothing but
perfect coolness could avert his discovery.
“Is 't you, Dan'el”—so was the miller named. “What
in natur' has brought the old man on this tramp, with the
valley filled with Injins?” whispered Joel, prolonging the
speech in order to get a better view of a face and form that
still baffled his conjectures. “Let 's know all about it.”
“You 'll get me into trouble,” answered the major, shaking
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off his unwelcome neighbour, moving a step further from
him, and speaking also in a whisper. “The captain's bent
on a scout, and you know he'll not bear contradiction. Off
with you, then, and don't forget the milk.”
As the major moved away, and seemed determined to
baffle him, Joel had no choice between complying and exposing
his disobedience of orders to the captain. He disliked
doing the last, for his cue was to seem respectful and attached,
and he was fain to submit. Never before, however,
did Joel Strides suffer a man to slip through his fingers with
so much reluctance. He saw that the captain's companion
was not the miller, while the disguise was too complete to
enable him to distinguish the person or face. In that day,
the different classes of society were strongly distinguished
from each other, by their ordinary attire; and, accustomed
to see major Willoughby only in the dress that belonged to
his station, he would not be likely to recognise him in his
present guise, had he even known of or suspected his visit.
As it was, he was completely at fault; satisfied it was not
his friend Daniel, while unable to say who it was.
In this doubting state of mind, Joel actually forgot the savages,
and the risks he might run from their proximity.
He walked, as it might be mechanically, to the place where
he had left the pail, and then proceeded slowly towards the
Knoll, pondering at every step on what he had just seen.
He and the miller had secret communications with certain
active agents of the revolutionists, that put them in possession
of facts, notwithstanding their isolated position, with
which even their employer was totally unacquainted. It is
true, these agents were of that low caste that never fail to
attach themselves to all great political enterprises, with a
sole view to their own benefit; still, as they were active,
cunning and bold, and had the sagacity to make themselves
useful, they passed in the throng of patriots created by the
times, and were enabled to impart to men of similar spirits
much available information.
It was through means like these, that Joel knew of the
all-important measure of the declaration of independence,
while it still remained a secret to captain Willoughby. The
hope of confiscations was now active in the bosoms of all this
set, and many of them had even selected the portions of
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property that they intended should be the reward of their
own love of freedom and patriotism. It has been said that
the English ministry precipitated the American revolution,
with a view to share, among their favourites, the estates
that it was thought it would bring within the gift of the
crown, a motive so heinous as almost to defy credulity, and
which may certainly admit of rational doubts. On the other
hand, however, it is certain that individuals, who will go
down to posterity in company with the many justly illustrious
names that the events of 1776 have committed to
history, were actuated by the most selfish inducements,
and, in divers instances, enriched themselves with the wrecks
of estates that formerly belonged to their kinsmen or friends.
Joel Strides was of too low a class to get his name enrolled
very high on the list of heroes, nor was he at all ambitious
of any such distinction; but he was not so low that he could
not and did not aspire to become the owner of the property
of the Hutted Knoll. In an ordinary state of society, so
high a flight would seem irrational in so low an aspirant;
but Joel came of a people who seldom measure their pretensions
by their merits, and who imagine that to boldly aspire,
more especially in the way of money, is the first great step
to success. The much talked of and little understood doctrine
of political equality has this error to answer for, in
thousands of cases; for nothing can be more hopeless, in
the nature of things, than to convince a man of the necessity
of possessing qualities of whose existence he has not even a
faint perception, ere he may justly pretend to be put on a
level with the high-minded, the just, the educated, and the
good. Joel, therefore, saw no other reason than the law,
against his becoming the great landlord, as well as captain
Willoughby; and could the law be so moulded as to answer
his purposes, he had discreetly resolved to care for no other
considerations. The thought of the consequences to Mrs.
Willoughby and her daughters gave him no concern whatever;
they had already possessed the advantages of their
situation so long, as to give Phœbe and the miller's wife a
sort of moral claim to succeed them. In a word, Joel, in
his yearnings after wealth, had only faintly shadowed forth
the modern favourite doctrine of “rotation in office.”
The appearance of a stranger in company with captain
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Willoughby could not fail, therefore, to give rise to many
conjectures in the mind of a man whose daily and hourly
thoughts were running on these important changes. “Who
can it be,” thought Joel, as he crawled along the lane, bearing
the milk, and lifting one leg after the other, as if lead
were fastened to his feet. “Dan'el it is not—nor is it any
one that I can consait on, about the Hut. The captain is
mightily strengthened by this marriage of his da'ter with
colonel Beekman, that's sartain. The colonel stands wonderful
well with our folks, and he'll not let all this first-rate
land, with such capital betterments, go out of the family
without an iffort, I conclude — but then I calcilate on his
being killed — there must be a disperate lot on 'em shot,
afore the war's over, and he is as likely to be among 'em as
another. Dan'el thinks the colonel has the look of a short-lived
man. Waal; to-morrow will bring about a knowledge
of the name of the captain's companion, and then a body
may calcilate with greater sartainty!”
This is but an outline of what passed through Joel's mind
as he moved onward. It will serve, however, to let the
reader into the secret of his thoughts, as well as into their
ordinary train, and is essentially connected with some of
the succeeding events of our legend. As the overseer approached
the stockade, his ideas were so abstracted that he
forgot the risk he ran; but walking carelessly towards the
palisades, the dogs barked, and then he was saluted by a
shot. This effectually aroused Joel, who called out in his
natural voice, and probably saved his life by so doing. The
report of the rifle, however, produced an alarm, and by the
time the astounded overseer had staggered up to the gate,
the men were pouring out from the court, armed, and expecting
an assault. In the midst of this scene of confusion,
the chaplain admitted Joel, as much astonished as the man
himself, at the whole of the unexpected occurrence.
It is unnecessary to say that many questions were asked.
Joel got rid of them, by simply stating that he had gone out
to milk a cow, by the captain's private orders, and that he
had forgotten to arrange any signal, by which his return
might be known. He ventured to name his employer, because
he knew he was not there to contradict him; and Mr.
Woods, being anxious to ascertain if his two friends had
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been seen, sent the men back to their lairs, without delay,
detaining the overseer at the gate for a minute's private
discourse. As the miller obeyed, with the rest, he asked
for the pail with an eye to his own children's comfort; but,
on receiving it, he found it empty! The bullet had passed
through it, and the contents had escaped.
“Did you see any thing, or person, Strides?” demanded
the chaplain, as soon as the two were alone.
“Lord, Mr. Woods, I met the captain!—The sight on him
came over me a'most as cruelly as the shot from the rifle;
for I no more expected it than I do to see you rise up to
heaven, in your clothes, like Elijah of old. Sure enough,
there was the captain, himself, and—and—”
Here Joel sneezed, repeating the word “and” several
times, in hopes the chaplain would supply the name he so
much wished to hear.
“But you saw no savages?—I know the captain is out,
and you will be careful not to mention it, lest it get to Mrs.
Willoughby's ears, and make her uneasy. You saw nothing
of the savages?”
“Not a bit—the critturs lie cluss enough, if they haven't
actually tramped. Who did you say was with the captain,
Mr. Woods?”
“I said nothing about it—I merely asked after the Indians,
who, as you say, do keep themselves very close.
Well, Joel, go to your wife, who must be getting anxious
about you, and be prudent.”
Thus dismissed, the overseer did not dare to hesitate; but
he entered the court, still pondering on the late meeting.
As for the two adventurers, they pursued their march in
silence. As a matter of course, they heard the report of
the rifle, and caught some faint sounds from the alarm that
succeeded; but, readily comprehending the cause, they produced
no uneasiness; the stillness which succeeded soon
satisfying them that all was right. By this time they were
within a hundred yards of the flickering fires. The major
had kept a strict watch on the shanties at the report of the
rifle; but not a living thing was seen moving in their vicinity.
This induced him to think the place deserted, and he
whispered as much to his father.
“With any other enemy than an Indian,” answered the
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latter, “you might be right enough, Bob; but with these
rascals one is never certain. We must advance with a good
deal of their own caution.”
This was done, and the gentlemen approached the fires
in the most guarded manner, keeping the shantees between
them and the light. By this time, however, the flames were
nearly out, and there was no great difficulty in looking into
the nearest shantee, without much exposure. It was deserted,
as proved to be the case with all the others, on further
examination. Major Willoughby now moved about on
the rock with greater confidence; for, naturally brave, and
accustomed to use his faculties with self-command in moments
of trial, he drew the just distinctions between real
danger and unnecessary alarm; the truest of all tests of
courage.
The captain, feeling a husband's and a father's responsibility,
was a little more guarded; but success soon gave
him more confidence, and the spot was thoroughly explored.
The two then descended to the mills, which, together with
the adjacent cabins, they entered also, and found uninjured
and empty. After this, several other suspected points were
looked at, until the captain came to the conclusion that the
party had retired, for the night at least, if not entirely.
Making a circuit, however, he and his son visited the chapel,
and one or two dwellings on that side of the valley, when
they bent their steps towards the Knoll.
As the gentlemen approached the stockade, the captain
gave a loud hem, and clapped his hands. At the signal the
gate flew open, and they found themselves in company with
their friend the chaplain once more. A few words of explanation
told all they had to say, and then the three passed
into the court, and separated; each taking the direction towards
his own room. The major, fatigued with the toils of
a long march, was soon in a soldier's sleep; but it was
hours before his more thoughtful, and still uneasy father,
could obtain the rest which nature so much requires.
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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851 [1843], Wyandotte, or, The hutted knoll, volume 1 (Lea & Blanchard, Philadelphia) [word count] [eaf073v1].
