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    DRIANDI

    ATALEofDARINGDEEDSintheSECONDWARwiththeBRITISH.

    BeingtheMemoirsofColonelRamonBell,U.S.A.

    BY

    IRVINGBACHELLER

    authorofEbenHolden.

    1901

    TOMYWIFE

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    ofVirginia.Sohiscolorisnotallofbooks,butofinheritanceandofmemoryaswell.

    Thepurpose

    of

    this

    tale

    is

    to

    extend

    acquaintance

    with

    the

    plain

    peoplewhosweatandbledandlimpedanddiedforthisRepublicofours.Darius,orDriasthewoodsfolkcalledhim,wasapurebredYankee,quaint,rugged,wise,truthful;RamonhadthehardytraitsofaPuritan father, softenedby themore romantic temperamentofaFrenchmother. They had nomore love of fighting than they hadneedofit.

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    INTRODUCTION

    Fromaletter

    of

    Captain

    Darius

    Hawkins,

    U.

    S.

    A.,

    introducing

    RamonBelltotheComtedeChaumont:

    MY DEAR COUNT: I commend to your kind officesmy youngfriendRamonBell,thesonofCaptainBell,acavalryofficerwholongagowarmedhisswordinthebloodoftheBritishonmanyabattlefield.Theyoungmanishimselfabornsoldier,asbraveasheistallandhandsome.Hehasbeenbutamonthinthearmy,yetIhavenotbeforeseenamanwhocouldhandlehorseandswordasiftheywere

    partof

    him.

    He

    is

    agentleman,

    also,

    and

    one

    after

    your

    own

    heart,

    I

    know,mydearcount,youwilldoeverythingyoucantofurthertheworkintrustedtohim.

    Yourobedientservant,DARIUSHAWKINS.

    FromaletterofJosephBonaparte,ComtedeSurvilliers,introducinghisfriendColonelRamonBelltoNapoleonIIIofFrance:

    Hehashada career romanticand interestingbeyond thatofanymanIhavemetinAmerica.InthelatewarwithEnglandhewasthemasterofmany situationsmostperilousanddifficult.The scarsoftenbulletsandfoursabrethrustsareonhisbody.Itgivesmegreatpleasure,my dear Louis, tomake you to know one of themostgallant and chivalrous of men. He has other claims upon yourinterestandhospitality,withwhichhewillacquaintyouinhisowndelightfulway.

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    DriandI

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    WedrovewithusthefirstflockofsheepthateverwentWest.Therewerefortyofthem,andtheyfilledourdayswithtrouble.ButforourfaithfuldogRover,Ifearweshouldhavelostheartandleftthemto

    thewild

    wolves.

    The

    cart

    had

    alow

    cover

    of

    canvas,

    and

    my

    mother

    and grandmother sat on the feather beds, and rode with smallcomfortevenwheretheroadswerelevel.Myfatherletmecarrymylittlepetroosterinabasketthathungfromthecartaxlewhennotinmykeeping.Theroosterhadaharder time thananyofus, I fancy,forthedayswerehotandtheroadsrough.Hewasalwayspanting,withopenmouth and thoughtful eye,when I lifted the cover.Buteverydayhegaveusanexampleofcheerfulnessnotwhollywithouteffect. He crowed triumphantly,betimes, in the hotbasket, even

    whenhe

    was

    being

    tumbled

    about

    on

    the

    swamp

    ways.

    Nights

    I

    alwaysfoundaperchforhimon the limbofanear tree,above thereachofpredatory creatures.Everymorning,as thedawn showedfaintly in the treetops,hegave ita lustycheer,nappinghiswingswithall the seemingofdelight.Then,often,while theecho rang, Iwouldopenmyeyesandwatchthelightgrowin.theduskycavernof thewoods.Hewould sitdozingawhileafter the firstoutbreak,andpresentlyas the floodof lightgrewclearer, lifthimselfa little,take anotherpeepat the sky, and crow again, turninghishead to

    hearthose

    weird,

    mocking

    roosters

    of

    the

    timber

    land.

    Then,

    shortly,

    Iwouldhearmy fatherpoking the fireor saying,ashepatted therooster:Sassemback,yenoisylittlebrat!Thetsright:holler.TellDriitstimetbringsomewoodferthefire.

    Inafewminutesthepotandkettlewouldbeboilingandthecampallastir.Wehad troutandpartridgeandvenisonaplenty forourmeals, thatwereserved indishesof tin.Breakfastover,wepackedour things. The cartwent on ahead,my fatherbringing the oxen,

    whileIstarted

    the

    sheep

    with

    Dri.

    ThosesheepwereasmanythornsinourfleshthatdaywemadeoffinthedeepwoodsfromLakeChamplain.Travelwasnewtothem,andwhatwith tearing through thicketsand runningwild ineveryslash,theykeptusjumping.Whentheywerelegwearyandusedtotravel,theybegantogoquietly.Butslowworkitwasatbest,tenortwelvemilesadaybeingallwecoulddo, for theweatherwashotandourroad like thewayof the transgressor.Oursecondnight in

    thewoods

    we

    could

    hear

    the

    wolves

    howling

    as

    we

    camped

    at

    dusk.

    Webuiltourfireneartheshoreofabigpond,itsstillwater,framedin the vivid green of young tamaracks. A great hill rose on thefarthersideofit,withgalleriesoftimberslopingtothesummit,and

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    LitoorulIoorulIoorulIay.

    Theyhadjustfinishedwhenthecockcrew.

    Holler,yegoldumlittlecuss!Drishoutedashewentovertohim.Cantnosnookinwolfcrackourbonesferus.Peeled emthet swhatwedonetewem!Tuknknockedemheadoverheels.JudasPriest!Hecanpeckamansfingersome,canthe?

    Thelightwascoming,andhewentofftothespringforwater,whileIbroughtthespiderandpots.Thegreat,greenroofedtempleofthewoods,thathadsolatelyrungwiththehowlofwolves,begantofill

    withfar

    wandering

    echoes

    of

    sweet

    song.

    Theywasabigcatovertherebythespringlasnight,saidDri,asweallsatdowntobreakfast.Tracksbigger nagriddle!Smeltthemutton,moslikely.

    Likemutton?Iinquired.

    Yissiree,theydew,saidhe.Kindomincepieferem.Likedeer

    meat,tew.

    Snook

    eroun

    the

    ponds

    efter

    dark.

    Ef

    they

    see

    adeer

    n

    thewater theywallop imquicker n lightnin;jumpright inkslapntekim.

    Wewereoffatsunrise,onaroadthatgrewroughereverymile.Atnoonwe came to a river so swollen as tomakeadangerous ford.Afterdinnermyfatherwadedin,goinghipsunderwherethewaterwasdeepandswift.Thenhecutalongpoleandtookmymotheronhisshouldersandenteredthebroadstream,steadyinghimselfwith

    thepole.

    When

    she

    had

    got

    down

    safe

    on

    the

    other

    side,

    he

    came

    back for grandmother andmy sisters, and took them over in thesameway.Dri,meanwhile,boundup thefeatherbedsandcarriedthemonhishead,leavingthedogandmetotendthesheep.Allourblanketsandclothingwerecarriedacrossinthesamemanner.ThenImountedthecart,withmyrooster,lashingtheoxentilltheytooktothe stream. They had tied the bellwether to the axle, and, as Istarted,menanddogdrovethesheepafterme.Theoxenwallowedin the deepwater, and our sheep, after some hesitation,began to

    swim.The

    big

    cart

    floated

    like

    araft

    part

    of

    the

    way,

    and

    we

    landed

    withnogreatdifficulty.Fartheron, theroadbecamenothingbetterthan a rude trail, where, frequently, we had to stop and chopthroughheavylogsandrollthemaway.Onasteephillsidetheoxen

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    fell,breaking the tongue, and the cart tipped sidewise and rolledbottomup.My roosterwasbadly flungabout,andbegan crowingand flapping as thebasket settled.When Iopened it,he flew out,

    runningfor

    his

    life,

    as

    if

    finally

    resolved

    to

    quit

    us.

    Fortunately,

    we

    were allwalking, and nobodywas hurt.My father andDriwerebusyhalfadayrightingup,astheycalledit,mendingthetongueand cover, and getting the cart on itswheels anddown the steeppitch.

    AftertwodaysoftrailtravelwecameoutontheChateaugayroad,stoppingawhile tobaitoursheepandcattleon the tamegrassandtenderbriers.Itwasagreatjoytoseetheclearroad,withhereand

    thereasettlers

    cabin,

    its

    yard

    aglow

    with

    the

    marigold,

    the

    hollyhock, and the fragrant honeysuckle.We got to the tavern atChateaugay about dusk, and put up for the night, asbecomes aChristian.

    Nextafternoonwecametoroughroadsagain,campingatsundownalong the shore of a noisybrook. The dogbegan tobark fiercelywhilesupperwasmaking,andscurriedoffintoathicket.

    Driwas

    stooping

    over,

    cooking

    the

    meat.

    He

    rose

    and

    listened.

    Thetairdogsa leetlescairt,saidhe.Guesswebettergo nseewhutsthematter.

    He took his rifle and I my sword,I never thought of anotherweapon,makingoff through thebrush.Thedogcamewhining toDriand rushingon,eager forus to follow.Wehurriedafterhim,and inamomentDriand thedog,whowereaheadofme,halted

    suddenly.

    Itsapainter,saidDri,asIcameup.Seeiminthetairtreetop.IlllarrupimwithOlBeeswax,thenjeslikeesnothellmeksomemusic.Bettergrabholto thedog. Twontdew fer im togit tewrambunctious,erthefustthingheknowshewonthevnoinsidesinim.

    Icouldseethebigcatclinginghighinthetopboughsofabirchand

    lookingcalmly

    down

    at

    us.

    The

    tree

    top

    swayed,

    quivering,

    as

    it

    heldthegreatdunbeast.MyheartwasliketosmothermewhenDriraisedhisrifleandtookaim.Thedogbrokeawayatthecrackofit.The painter reeled and spat; then he came crashing through the

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    branches,strikingrightand leftwithhisforepaws tosavehimself.Hehitthegroundheavily,andthedogwasonhim.Thepainterlayasifdead.BeforeIcouldgetnear,Roverbeganshakinghimbythe

    neck.He

    came

    to

    suddenly,

    and

    struck

    the

    dog

    with

    afront

    claw,

    dragginghimdown.Aloudyelpfollowedtheblow.QuickasaflashDrihadcaughtthepainterbythetailandonehindleg.Withaquicksurgeofhisgreat,slouchingshoulders,heflunghimatarmslength.Thelithebodydoubledonatreetrunk,quivered,andsankdown,asthedogcame free. Inajiffy Ihadrunmysword through thecatsbellyandmadeanendofhim.

    Knewfhegotthemhindhooksonthetairdoghedrakehisribs

    rightoff,

    said

    Dri,

    as

    he

    lifted

    his

    hat

    to

    scratch

    his

    head.

    Would

    nt a leftnothinbut thebackbone,nuta thing,an thetwouldntabeenarealfustclassone,nuther.

    When Dri was very positive, his words were well braced withnegatives.

    Wetook thepainterbythehind legsanddraggedhimthroughthebushes to our camp.Thedog had a great rip acrosshis shoulder,

    wherethe

    claws

    had

    struck

    and

    made

    furrows;

    but

    he

    felt

    amighty

    prideinourcapture,andneverhadabetterappetiteforameal.

    Thereweresixmoredaysoftravelinthatjourneytravelsofraughtwithhardships,Iwonderthatsomedayswehadthehearttopresson.More thanall, Iwonder that the frailbodyofmymotherwasequal to it. But I amwriting no vain record of endurance. I havewritten enough to suggestwhatmovingmeant in thewilderness.Thereisbutonemorecolorinthescenesofthatjourney.Thefourth

    dayafter

    we

    left

    Chateaugay

    my

    grandmother

    fell

    ill

    and

    died

    suddenly there in thedeepwoods.Wewere far from anyvillage,and sorrow slowed our steps.We pushed on, coming soon to asawmill and a small settlement. They told us there was neitherministernorundertakerwithinfortymiles.MyfatherandDrimadethecoffinofplanedlumber,andlineditwithdeerskin,anddugthegraveontopofahighhill.Whenallwasready,myfather,whohadalwaysbeenmuchgiventoprofanity,albeitIknowhewasakindlyandhonestmanwithnoirreverenceinhisheart,calledDriaside.

    Dri,saidhe,ye vealwusbeenmoreproperspokenthanIhev.Sayawordoprayer?

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    Dontmuchblieve I could, saidhe, thoughtfully.Ihevbeen tmeetingbutIhaintneverbeennogreathandferprayin.

    Twouldnt

    sound

    right

    nohow,

    fer

    me

    t

    pray,

    said

    my

    father,

    I

    gotskindoroughwhenIwasinthearmy.

    Fraiditllcomealeetleunhandyferme,saidDri,withalookofembarrassment,but Idontnever shirka toughjob ef ithes tbedone.

    Thenhesteppedforward,tookoffhisfadedhat,hisbrowwrinklingdeep,andsaid,inadrawlingpreachertonethathadnosoundofDri

    init:

    O

    God,

    tek

    care

    o

    granma.

    Help

    us

    t

    go

    on

    careful,

    an

    when

    wereriled,helpustkeepermouthsshet.OGod,helptheolcart,antheexinperticlar.Andontbenowayhardonus.Amen.

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    kissinggameswitha rushand tumble in them,pussinthecorner,huntthesquirrel, and the like. Even then I thought Iwas in lovewithprettyRoseMerriman.Shewouldnever letmekissher,even

    thoughIhad

    caught

    her

    and

    had

    the

    right.

    This

    roundelay,

    sung

    whileonewasinthecentreofacirclinggroup,readytograbatthelastword,bringsback tome the sweet faces, thebright eyes, themerrylaughterofthatnightandotherslikeit:

    Oh,happyisthmillerwholivesbyhimself!Asthwheelgosround,hegathersiniswealth,Onehandonthehopperandtheotheronthebag;Asthewheelgoesround,hecriesout,Grab!

    Oh,aint

    you

    alit

    tle

    bit

    ashamed

    o

    this,

    Oh,aintyoualittlebitashamdothis,Oh,aintyoualittlebitashamdothisTostayallnightforonesweetkiss?Oh,etc.

    MymothergavemealltheschoolingIhadthatwinter.Ayearlatertheybuiltaschoolhouse,notquiteamileaway,whereIfoundmorefunthanlearning.AftertwoyearsIshoulderedmyaxeandwentto

    theriver

    land

    with

    the

    choppers

    every

    winter

    morning.

    My fatherwas stronger than any of them exceptDri,who coulddrive his axe to the bit every blow, day after day. He had thestrengthofagiant,andnomanIknewtriedevertocopewithhim.By themiddleofMaywebegan rolling in for the raft.As soonastheywere floating, the logswerewithed together andmoored insections. The bay became presently a quaking, redolent plain oftimber.

    Whenwe started the raft, early inJune, that summerof1810,andworkeditintothebroadriverwithsweepsandpoles,IwasaboardwithDriandsixothermen,bound for thebigcityofwhich Ihadheardsomuch.IwastovisittherelativesofmymotherandspendayearintheCollegedeSt.Pierre.Wehadalittleframehouseonabigplatform,back of themiddle section of the raft,withbunks in it,whereweateandsleptandtoldstories.Lyingontheplatform,therewas a large flat stone that held our fires for both cooking and

    comfort.Dri

    called

    me

    in

    the

    dusk

    of

    the

    early

    morning,

    the

    first

    nightout,andsaidwewereneartheSault.Igotup,rubbedmyeyes,andfeltamightythrillasIheardtheroarofthegreatrapidsandthecreakingwithes,andfelttheliftofthespeedingwater.Drisaidthey

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    metightly.Iheardthethumpandrollandrattleofthelogsheapingaboveus;Ifeltthewaterwashingoverme;butIcouldseenothing.Iknewtherafthaddoubled;itwouldfallandgrindourbones:butI

    madeno

    effort

    to

    save

    myself.

    And

    thinking

    how

    helpless

    Ifelt

    is

    the

    last I remember of the greatwindfall ofJune 3, 1810, the path ofwhichmaybeseennow,fiftyyearsafterthatmemorableday,andIsuppose it will be visible long aftermy bones have crumbled. IthoughtIhadbeensleepingwhenIcameto;atleast,Ihaddreamed.Iwasinsomeplacewhereitwasdarkandstill.Icouldhearnothingbut thedripofwater; I could feel thearmofDriaboutme,and Icalledtohim,andthenIfelthimstir.

    Thetyou,

    Ray?

    said

    he,

    lifting

    his

    head.

    Yes,Ianswered.Wherearewe?

    JudasPriest!Iainnoidee.Jeswokeup.Beenalayinheretryintthink.Yehurt?

    Guessnot,saidI.

    Aintye

    got

    no

    pains

    or

    aches

    nowhere

    n

    yer

    body?

    Headachesalittle,saidI.

    Herosetohiselbow,andmadealightwithhisflintandtinder,andlookedatme.

    Gotagooseeggonyerforard,saidhe,andthenIsawtherewasbloodonhisface.

    Efithedntbeenferthewithestheydagroundustpowder.

    Wewerelyingalongsidethe littlehouse,andthe logswereleaningtoitaboveus.

    JerushyJanePepper!Driexclaimed,risingtohisknees.SwhutIcallatwister.

    Hebegan

    to

    whittle

    apiece

    of

    the

    splintered

    platform.

    Then

    he

    lit

    a

    shaving.

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    Theysgroundhere,saidhe,ashebegantokindleafire,groundaplentyrightunderus.

    Thefirelight

    gave

    us

    agood

    look

    at

    our

    cave

    under

    the

    logs.

    It

    was

    abouttenfeetlongandprobablyhalfashigh.Thelogshadcrashedthroughthesideofthehouseinoneortwoplaces,anditsroofwasawreck.

    Hungry?saidDri,ashebrokeapieceofboardonhisknee.

    Yes,Ianswered.

    Som

    I,

    said

    he,

    hungrier

    n

    ashe

    wolf.

    They

    s

    some

    bread

    n

    vensontherenthehouse;webettertrytgitem.

    An opening under the logs letme around the house corner to itsdoor.Iwasabletoworkmywaythroughthelatter,althoughitwaschokedwithheavytimbers.InsideIcouldhearthewashoftheriver,and through its shatteredwindow on the fartherwall I could seebetween theheaped logsaglowof sunlitwater. Ihandedouraxethrough abreak in thewall, and thenDri cut away some of the

    baseboardsand

    joined

    me.

    We

    had

    our

    meal

    cooking

    in

    afew

    minutesourdinner,really,forDrisaid itwasnearnoon.Havingeaten,wecrawledoutofthewindow,andthenDribegantoprythelogsapart.

    Aintmuchfraidotheirtumblinonus,saidhe.Theyrewithedsotheyllsticktogether.

    Wegottoanothercaveunderthelogs,atthewatersedge,afteran

    hourof

    crawling

    and

    prying.

    A

    side

    of

    the

    raft

    was

    in

    the

    water.

    Gottdive,saidDri,answimferdaylight.

    A long swim itwas,butwe cameup in clearwater,badly out ofbreath.We swamaround the timber, scramblingoveradead cow,and upshore. The ruined raftwas torn and tumbled into a verymountainoflogsattheedgeofthewater.Thesunwasshiningclear,andtheairwasstill.Limbsoftrees,bitsoftorncloth,abrokenhay

    rake,fragments

    of

    wool,

    awagon

    wheel,

    and

    two

    dead

    sheep

    were

    scatteredalongtheshore.Wherewehadseenthewhirlwindcoming,theskywasclear,andbeneathitwasagreatgapinthewoods,with

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    CHAPTERIII

    Weleftthelogs,andwalkedtoCornwall,andtookasloopdownthe

    river.It

    was

    an

    American

    boat,

    bound

    for

    Quebec

    with

    pipe

    staves.

    Ithadput inatCornwallwhen the stormbegan.The captain saidthat theothersectionsofourrafthadpassedsafely. In theduskoftheearlyeveningaBritishschoonerbroughtusto.

    Wonderwhat thatmeans? said the skipper,straininghiseyes inthedusk,

    A smallboat,with three officers, came alongside. They climbed

    aboard,one

    of

    them

    carrying

    alantern.

    They

    were

    armed

    with

    swords and pistols. We sat in silence around the cockpit. Theyscannedeachofuscarefullyinthelightofthelantern.Itstruckmeasoddtheyshouldlooksocloselyatourhands.

    Whadyewant?theskipperdemanded.Thisman,saidoneofthem,pointingtoDri.HesaBritishsailor.Wearresthim

    Hegotnofarther.Drishandhadgoneoutlikethepawofapainter

    andsent

    him

    across

    the

    cockpit.

    Before

    Iknew

    what

    was

    up,

    Isaw

    the lankbody of Dri leapingbackward into the river. I heard asplashandastrokeofhislongarms,andthenallwasstill.Iknewhewasswimmingunderwatertogetaway.Theofficersmadefortheirboat.Mybloodwasup,andIsprangatthelastofthem,givinghimahard shove as hewas climbing over, so that he fell on theboat,upsetting it.Theyhadbusinessenough then fora little,andbeganhailingforhelp.IknewIhaddoneafoolishthing,andranforward,climbingoutuponthebowsprit,andoffwithmycoatandvest,and

    divedinto

    the

    dark

    water.

    Iswam

    under

    as

    long

    as

    Icould

    hold

    my

    breath,and thencameupquietly, turningonmyback in thequickcurrent,andfloatingsomyfaceonlywasabovewater.Ithadgrowndark,andIcouldseenothingbuttheglimmerofthestarsaboveme.Mybootswereheavyanddraggedhard. Iwasgoing fastwith theswiftwater,foratfirstIhadheardagreathubbubontheschooner;butnow itsvoiceshadgrown faint.Other soundswere fillingmyear.

    Afterdark

    it

    is

    weird

    business

    to

    be

    swimming

    in

    strange

    waterthe

    throneofmystery,ofathousandterrors.Itisasifonesgrave,fulloftheblacknessof theundiscoveredcountry,werepursuinghimandeveryawningbeneathhisbody.Andthatbigriveristheverytiger

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    ofwaters,nowstealingonpussyfooted,nowrushingwithcatlikeswiftness, hissing and striking with currents that have in themmighty sinews. I was now companion of those coldmouthed

    monstersof

    the

    river

    bottom,

    many

    of

    which

    Ihad

    seen.

    What

    if

    one

    shouldlayholdonmeanddragmeunder?ThenIthoughtofrapidsthatmightsmothermewiththeirsprayordashmetohiddenrocks.Often I liftedmy ears,marvelling at themanyvoicesof the river.Sometimes I thought Ihearda roaring like thatof theSault,but itwasonlyaripplegrowing intofleecywavesthatrockedmeasinacradle.Themanysoundswereabove,below,andbesideme,someweirdandhollowandunearthly. Icouldhearrocksrollingover intheirsleeponthebottom,and,whenthewaterwasstill,asoundlike

    thecropping

    of

    lily

    pads

    away

    off

    on

    the

    river

    margin.

    The

    bellowingofacowterrifiedmeasitboomedoverthesoundingsheetofwater. The river rang like amighty drumwhen a peal of farthunderbeatuponit.IputoutmyhandstotakeastrokeortwoasIlayonmyback,andfeltsomethingfloatingunderwater.Thefeelofitfilledmewithhorror.Iswamfaster;itwasatmyheels.Iknewfullwell what my hand had toucheda human head floating facedownward: Icould feel thehair inmy fingers. I turnedand swamhard,butstillitfollowedme.Mykneeshituponit,andthenmyfeet.

    Againand

    again

    Icould

    feel

    it

    as

    Ikicked.

    Its

    hand

    seemed

    to

    be

    clutchingmy trousers. I thought I should never get clear of theghastlything.IrememberwonderingifitwerethebodyofpoorDri.Iturnedaside,swimminganotherway,andthenIfeltitnomore.

    InthedeadofthenightIheardsuddenlyakindofthrobbinginthebreastoftheriver.ItgrewtoanoisyheartbeatasI listened.Againandagain Iheard it, striking,plashing, likea footfall,and comingnearer.SomehowIgotthenotionofagiant,likethoseofwhommy

    motherhad

    told

    me

    long

    ago,

    striding

    in

    the

    deep

    river.

    Icould

    hear

    hisbootsdrippingasheliftedthem.Igotanoddfearthathewouldsteponme.Then Iheardmusicand liftedmyearsabovewater. Itwasavoicesinginginthedistance,itmusthavebeenamileoff,andwhatIhadtakenforanearfootfallshrankaway.Iknewnowitwasthebeatofoarsinsomefarbay.

    A long time after I had ceased to hear it, something touchedmyshoulderandputmeinapanic.Turningover,Igotabigmouthful

    ofwater.

    Then

    Isaw

    it

    was

    agang

    of

    logs

    passing

    me,

    and

    quickly

    caughtone.Now,tomethetopsideofalogwasaseasyandfamiliaras a rockingchair. In amoment Iwas sitting comfortably onmycaptive.Abitofrubbish, like that thewindhadsown, trailedafter

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    rapidlydownriver.Inabaysometwomilesbelowwefound,toourjoy,thetwosectionsofthebigraftundergoingrepairs.AtdaybreakDriputoffinthewoodsforhome.

    DontliketheideeogoininttheBritishnavy,saidhe.Drutherchopwood nketchbearsover nSt.LawrenceCounty.Goodby,Ray!Tekcareoyerself.

    Thosewerethelastwordshesaidtome,andsoonIwasontheraftagain, floating toward thegreatcityofmydreams. Ihadamightyfeartheschoonerwouldoverhaulus,butsawnothingmoreofher.IgotnewclothesinMontreal,presentingmyselfingoodrepair.They

    gaveme

    hearty

    welcome,

    those

    good

    friends

    of

    my

    mother,

    and

    I

    spent a full year in the college, although, tobe frank, Iwas nearbeingsenthomemorethanonceforfightingandotherdeviltry.

    ItwasmidsummerwhenIcamebackagain.Itravelleduptheriverroad,pastour island refugeof thatdarknight;past the sweeping,lowvoicedcurrentsthatboremeup;pastthesceneofourwreckinthewhirlwind;pastthegreatgap inthewoods,tostandopenGodknowshowlong.Iwasgladtoturnmyfacetothesouthshore,forin

    Canadathere

    was

    now

    acold

    welcome

    for

    most

    Yankees,

    and

    my

    fistswere sorewith resenting thebitter taunt. I crossed in aboatfrom Iroquois,andDrihadbeenwaiting formehalfadayat thelanding.Iwasneversogladtoseeamanneverbutonce.WalkinghomeIsawcorngrowingwheretheforesthadbeenacresofit.

    Dri,saidI, inamazement,howdidyoueverdo it?There s tenyearsworkhere.

    Godhelped

    us,

    said

    he,

    soberly.

    The

    trees

    went

    over

    n

    the

    windfall,slammedemdownluktenpinsferamildermore,anwejesburntuptherubbish.

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    CHAPTERIV

    Aprilwasnearitsend.Thehillswereturninggreen,albeitwecould

    see,here

    and

    there

    on

    the

    high

    ledge

    above

    us,

    little

    patches

    of

    snowthefadingfootprintsofwinter.Dayandnightwecouldhearthewings of thewild fowl roaring in the upper air as they flewnorthward. Summerwas coming,the summer of 1812,and thewar with the British. The President had called for a hundredthousand volunteers to go into training for battle. He had alsoproclaimedtherewouldbenomorewhippingintheranks.Thenmyfathertoldmethat,sinceIcouldhavenopeaceathome,Ishouldbeofftothewaranddonewithit.

    We were working near the road that day Thurst Miles camegallopingoutof thewoods,wavinghis capatus.We ran tomeethimmyfatherandIandthechildren.Hepulledupamoment,hishorselatheredtotheears.

    Injuns!heshouted.GitoutoherequicknmekfertheCorners!Yellbeallmassacreedefyedont.

    Thenhe

    whacked

    the

    wet

    flank

    of

    his

    horse

    with

    aworn

    beech

    bough,andoffhewent.

    Werantothehouseinagreatpanic.Ishallneverforgetthecryingofthe children. Indians had long been the favorite bugbear of thebordercountry.Manyawinterseveningwehadsatinthefirelight,fearfaced,asmyfathertoldoftheslaughter inCherryValley;and,withthecertaintyofwar,wealllookedfortheredhordesofCanadatocome,inpaintandfeathers.

    Ray,my fathercalled tome,asheran,ketch thecowquickanbringerlong.

    Icaughtherbythehornandbroughthertothedoorquickly.Motherwasthrowingsomeclothesintoabigbundle.Fathermetmewithafeatherbed inhisarms.He threw itover thebackof the cowandbounditonwithabedcord.Thatdone,hegavemetheleadingropetotieaboutherhorns.Thehoofsoftheflyinghorsewerehardlyout

    ofhearing

    when

    we

    were

    all

    in

    the

    road.

    My

    mother

    carried

    the

    baby,andmyfatherhisswordandrifleandoneofthelittleones.Itook the threeolder childrenand set themon the featherbed thatwasboundtothebackofthecow.Theyclungtothebedcord,their

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    hairflying,astheoldcowrantokeepupwithus,foratfirstwewereallrunning.Inamomentwecouldhearthevoicesofpeoplecomingbehind.Oneof thewomenwasweeping loudlyas she ran.At the

    firstcross

    road

    we

    saw

    Arv

    Law

    and

    his

    family

    coming,

    in

    as

    great

    a

    hurryaswe,Arvhadagreatpikepole inhishand. Itsupperendrosetwentyfeetabovehishead.

    Whatyegointdewwiththet?myfatheraskedhim.

    GointrunitthroughthefustInjunIsee,saidhe.Ivebrokethelockomygun.

    Therewas

    acrowd

    at

    Jerusalem

    Four

    Corners

    when

    we

    got

    there.

    Everymoment some familywasarriving inapanicthemen, likemyfather,withgunsandbabiesandbaskets.Thewomen,withtheyoung,tookrefugeatonceinthetavern,whilethemensurroundedit. Inside the linewere youths, some oddly armedwith slings orclubsorcrossguns.Ihadonlytheswordmyfathergavemeandamightylongingtouseit.ArvLawrestedanendofhispikepoleandstood looking anxiously for reddevilsamong the stumpsof thefartherclearing.Anold flintlock,on theshoulderofamanbeside

    him,had

    abarrel

    half

    as

    long

    as

    the

    pole.

    David

    Church

    was

    equippedwithaxeandgun,thatstoodatrestoneithersideofhim.

    Eveningcame,andnosignofIndians.WhileitwasgrowingduskIborrowedapailofthe innkeeperandmilked thecow,andbroughtthe pail, heapedwith froth, tomymother,who passedbrimmingcupsofmilkamongthechildren.Asnightfell,weboys,moredaringthan our fathers, crept to the edge of the timber and set thebigbrushheapsafire,andscurriedbackwiththefearofredmenatour

    heels.The

    men

    were

    now

    sitting

    in

    easy

    attitudes

    and

    had

    begun

    to

    talk.

    Dontblieve theres no Injuns comin, saidBill Foster. Ef theywustheydcome.

    Cordin tmyobservation,saidArvLaw, lookingupat thesky,Injunsmosgenallycomeswhentheygitready.

    Ant

    aint

    when

    yer

    ready

    t

    hev

    em,

    nuther,

    said

    Lon

    Butterfield.

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    BlievetheycomeupnpeekedoutothebushesnseeArvwiththetairpikepole,nmeduptheirmindstheyhedntbetterrunupaginit,saidBillFoster.Scairtemthetswhutsthmatter.

    Manetmekslightothispoleoughterhevtcarryit,saidArv,ashesatimpassivelyrestingituponhisknee.

    Onethingssure,saidFoster;efArvshudcuffanInjunwiththetairhellsqushim.

    Squshim!saidArv,withalookofdisgust.Taintmedtsqushwith,Icallatetpintitatemnjab.

    And so, as the eveningwore away and sleep hushed the timid, abetterfeelingcameoverus.IsatbyRoseMerrimanonthesteps,andwehadnothoughtofIndians.Iwaslookingintoherbighazeleyes,shining in the firelight, and thinking howbeautiful shewas.Andshe, too,was looking intomy eyes,whilewewhispered together,andtheslyminxreadmythoughts,Iknow,bythelookofher.

    Greatflameswerenowleapinghighasthetimbertopsattheedgeof

    theclearing.

    A

    dead

    spruce

    caught

    fire

    as

    we

    were

    looking.

    The

    flamesthrewoveritalacy,shimmering,cracklingnetofgold.Thensuddenlyitburstintoared,leapingtower.Afewmoments,andthecavern of thewoods, along the timber side,was chokedwith fire.The littlehamlethadbecomeaspringof light in thedarkness.Wecould see the stumps and houses far afield, as if it had beennoonday. Suddenlywe alljumped to our feet.Awild yell cameechoingthroughthewoods.

    Therethey

    be!

    said

    Asher

    Eastman,

    as

    he

    cocked

    his

    gun.

    I

    tol

    ye

    so.

    Asamatteroffact,hehadtoldusnothingofthekind.Hewastheonemanwhohadsaidnothing.

    Arv Law stood erect, his pikepole poised inboth hands, andwewereallreadyforaction.Wecouldheartherattleofmanyhoofsontheroad.Assoonas thecolumnshowed in thefirelight,BillFoster

    upwith

    his

    musket

    and

    pulled

    the

    trigger.

    Icould

    hear

    the

    shot

    scatteronstumpandstone.Everymanhadhisguntohiseye.

    Waittilltheycomenearer,saidAsherEastman.

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    A troopof cavalrywasapproachingatagallop.Theypulledupafewrodsawayandjammedintoabigcrescentofrearing,tramplinghorses.Wecouldsee theywereAmerican soldiers.Weall lowered

    ourguns.

    Whoareyou?oneofthemshouted.

    Citizens,myfatheranswered.

    Whyareyouarmed?

    TofightInjuns.

    Achorusoflaughtercamefromthecavalry.

    Theyloosedrein,lettingtheirhorsesadvance.

    Mydearman, saidoneof them,abig shakoonhishead,thereaint an Indian tween here an St. Regis.We thought you wereBritish,an its luckywedidntcharge in thedark;we dhavecutyoualltopiecesbeforeweknewwhoyouwere,

    Abody of infantrywasmarching down the pike. Theywere thevolunteersofCaptainDariusHawkins,ontheirwaytoOgdensburg,withanescortofcavalryfromSackettsHarbor.Thescarewasover.Womencameout, laughingandchattering.Inafewmoments theywereallintheroad,goinghomemen,women,andchildren.

    I enlisted with CaptainHawkins, and hurried to the house, andpackedmythings,andbadethemallgoodby.

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    CHAPTERV

    IfollowedthecampandtookmyplaceintheranksatOgdensburg.

    Wewent

    immediately

    into

    barracksa

    structure

    long

    and

    low

    and

    weatherstained, overlooking the St. Lawrence. There was a finelevelfieldinfrontofit,andaflagwavingatthetopofahighstaff.Themen cheered lustily that afternoon as they passed it, wherestoodGeneralJacobBrown,hiscockedhat inhishandasplendidfigureofaman,Mydelight inthe lifeofasoldierbeganthathour,andhasneverleftme.

    Therewasalotofhorseplaythatnight,inwhichsomeofthegreen

    boyswere

    roughly

    handled.

    They

    told

    me,

    Iremember,

    that

    all

    new

    recruitshad to fight aduel;butwhen theygaveme the choice ofweaponsIwaswellcontent.Ihadthesureeyeofmyfather,andthelasttimeIhadfencedwithhim,thereathome,hesaidmyarmwasstrongerandquickerthanhishadeverbeen.Indeed,Iwasnosoonertallenoughtoswingaswordthanhebeganteachingmehowtouseit.Inthewoodbackofthebarracksthatnight,theylearnedIwasnotamantobefooledwith.Thetallsergeantwhostoodbeforemesawhisswordgoflying in thegloom thesecond thrusthemadeatme,

    andran

    for

    his

    life,

    amid

    roars

    of

    laughter.

    Ihad

    no

    lack

    of

    friends

    afterthatday.

    Itwas ayearof surprises in theNorthern army,andDriwas thegreatest of all.That long,wiry, soberfacedYankee conquered thesmartnessofthenewcampinonedecisiveandimmortalvictory.Atfirsttheyweredisposedtopokefunathim.

    Looksalittletired,saidthesergeantoftheguard.

    Needsrestthatswhatsmatterohim,saidthecaptain.

    Orterbeturnedouttgrassaleetlewhile,theadjutantsuggested.

    Thecomplimentshefailedtohearsooncametohimindirectly,andhe had much to put up with. He kept his temper and smokedthoughtfully,and took itail ingoodpart.Thenightafterhe cametheyputhimonguarddutyagreenhorn,withnoknowledgeof

    anyorders

    but

    gee

    and

    haw.

    They

    told

    him

    he

    should

    allow

    nobody

    topasshimwhileonduty,butomittedtomentionthecountersign.Theyinstructedhimintheseriousnatureofhistask,addingthathisfailuretocomplywithorderswouldincurthepenaltyofdeath.Dri

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    lookedverysoberashelistened.Nomaneverfeltakeenersenseofresponsibility.Theyintended,Ithink,tocrossthelinesandtakehisgunawayandhave funwithhim,but thecountersignwouldhave

    interferedwith

    their

    plans.

    Driwent tohisposta littleaftersundown.Theguardwasposted.Thesergeant,withhispartyofsix,startedbacktotheguardhouse,buttheynevergotthere.TheywentasfarasDri.Hestoodwithhisgunraised.

    Comeanotherstep,saidhe,anIllletthemoonlightthroughye.

    Theyknew

    he

    meant

    it,

    and

    they

    stood

    still.

    Come forardone et a time, saidDri, Drop yer guns n setdown.Yelooktired.

    Theydidashecommanded, for theycouldseehemeantbusiness,andtheyknewhehadtherighttokill.

    Anothermancamealongshortly.

    Halt!Whocomesthere?Dridemanded,

    Friendwiththecountersign,hereplied.

    Cant foolme, said Dri. Come up here n set down nmekyerselfthum.Dropyergunfust.Dropit,erIlldropyou.

    He dropped his gun promptly and accepted the invitation to sit

    down.This

    last

    man

    had

    some

    arguments

    to

    offer,

    but

    Dri

    stood

    sternlyandmadenoreply.

    At eleven oclock Captain Hawkins sent out inquiries for thesergeantoftheguardandhisrelief.Hecouldfindnobodywhohadseenthemsincedark.Acorporalwasalsomissing.Thecaptainsentaman to look for them.Hegotas farasDriand satdown.Theywaitedforhiminvain.Thecaptainstoodlookingintothedarknessandwonderingabouthismen.HeconferredwithAdjutantChurch.

    Thenhe

    set

    out

    with

    two

    men

    to

    go

    the

    rounds.

    They

    got

    as

    far

    as

    Dri.

    Halt!Whocomesthere?hedemanded.

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    Postaguardaroundhim,saidhe,turningtoanofficer.Thedemfooldtekthehullgarrisonefwedidnt.Illgontrytpullhimoffhisperch.

    He ll layyeup,said thereturnedprivate,baringhisbloody leg.Effyetrytfoolwithhimyelllimp.Seewhathedonetme.

    Theadjutantsworeagain.

    Gotthehospital,hecommanded.

    Thenhestrodeaway,buthedidnotreturnthatnight.

    Themoonwasshiningastheadjutantcame,insightandhailedthegroupofprisoners.

    Whatyesettintherefer?heshouted.

    Youllknownaminute,saidoneofthem.

    Halt!Whocomesthere?Dridemanded.

    Friendwith

    Dontyepurten tbemyfriend,Drianswered.Twontwork.Comeupherensetdown.

    Stopfoolin,man,saidtheadjutant.

    Iaintafoolin.

    Heaintafoolin;hemeansbusiness,saidoneoftheprisoners.

    Dontyetamperwithme.Illteachyoutheadjutantthreatened.

    Aintagointtamperwithyeaminute,saidDri.Ifyedontsetdownherequick,Illputaholeinye.

    Lunatic!whadyemean?

    Imeantturnyeouttgrassaleetlewhile,Driansweredsoberly.Yelooktired.

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    Theofficermadeathim,butinaflashDrihadknockedhimdownwith hismusket. The adjutant rose and,with an oath,joined theothers.

    Dunnobuthe ll tek thehullgarrison foresunrise,hemuttered.Letemcomemighteswellhevcompny.

    A littlebefore daylight aman sick in the hospital explained thesituation.HehadgivenDrihisorders.Theybroughthimoutonastretcher.Theorderswererescinded,theprisonersreleased.

    Captain Hawkins, hot to his toes with anger, took Dri to

    headquarters.General

    Brown

    laughed

    heartily

    when

    he

    heard

    the

    facts,andtoldDrihewasmadeoftherightstuff.

    Thesegreenhornsarenotnicetoplaywith,hesaid.Theyrelikesomegunsloadedwhenyoudont expect it.We vehad enoughskylarking.

    Andwhenthesickmancameoutofhospitalhewenttotheguardhouse.

    Afterwehadshownourmettlethegeneralalwayshadagoodwordfor Dri and me, and he put us to the front in every difficultenterprise.

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    CHAPTERVI

    Wehadbeen fourmonths inOgdensburg,waitingvainly forsome

    provocationto

    fight.

    Our

    own

    drilling

    was

    the

    only

    sign

    of

    war

    we

    couldseeoneithersideoftheriver.Atfirstmanymovedoutofthevillage,butthemillwaskeptrunning,andafteralittletheybegantocomeback.Thefarmsoneachsideoftheriverlookedaspeacefulasthey had ever looked. The command had grown rapidly. ThurstMilesofmyownneighborhoodhadcometoenlistshortlyafterDriandIenlisted,andwasnowinmycompany.

    InSeptember,GeneralBrownwasordered to theWestern frontier,

    andCaptain

    Forsyth

    came

    to

    command

    us.

    Early

    in

    the

    morning

    of

    October 2, a man came galloping up the shore with a warning,sayingthattheriverwasblackwithboatsalittlewaydown.Someofusclimbedtothebarracksroof,fromwhichwecouldseeandcountthem. There were forty, with two gunboats. Cannonading beganbefore the townwas fairly awake. First abigballwent over thehousetops,hittingacupolaonachurchroofandsendingbellandtimberswith a crash into somebodysdooryard.Then all over thevillage hens began to cackle and children to wail. People came

    runningout

    of

    doors

    half

    dressed.

    A

    woman,

    gathering

    chips

    in

    her

    dooryard,droppedthem,liftedherdressaboveherhead,andranforthehouse.Unabletoseeherway,shewentaround inawidecircleforaminuteortwo,whilethesoldierswerelaughing.Anotherballhitabigwatertankontopoftheleadworks.Ithurledbrokenstavesandabigslopofwateruponthehousetops,androlledagreatironhoopoverroofs into thestreetbelow,where itrolledon,chasingagroupofmen,who ran for their livesbefore it.Theattackwasanoddsortofcomedyall through,fornobodywashurt,andallwere

    frightenedsave

    those

    of

    us

    who

    were

    amused.

    Our

    cannon

    gave

    quickreply,andsoontheBritishstoppedfiringanddrewnear.Weknew that theywould try to force a landing, andwere ready forthem.Wedrovethemback,whentheyputoff,andthatwastheendofit.

    Next came the fight on the ice in Februarya thing not highlycreditable tous,albeitwewere thenbut ahandful and theyweremany.ButDriand Ihadnocause forshameofourpart in it.We

    wallowedto

    our

    waists

    in

    the

    snow,

    and

    it

    was

    red

    enough

    in

    front

    ofus.Buttheothersgavewaythereontheedgeoftheriver,andwehadtofollow.Weknewwhenitwastimetorun;wewereneverinthe rear rank even then.Wemade offwith the others, although a

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    sabrespointhadrakedmeinthetemple,andthebloodhadfrozenonme,andIwasasighttoscareatrooper.Everybodyranthatday,and theBritish took thevillage,holding itonly twentyfourhours.

    Forour

    part

    in

    it

    Dri

    got

    the

    rank

    of

    corporal

    and

    Iwas

    raised

    from

    lieutenanttocaptain.WemadeourwaytoSackettsHarbor,whereIwentintohospitalforamonth.

    Thencameagallingtimeofidleness.InJunewewentwithGeneralBrownDriandIandThurstMilesandSethAlexanderandhalfadozen othersdown the river to the scene of our first fighting atOgdensburg,campingwellbackinthewoods.Itwastheeveningofthe27thofJunethatthegeneralsentforme.Hewasatthemansion

    ofMr.

    Parish,

    where

    he

    had

    been

    dining.

    He

    was

    sitting

    in

    his

    dress

    suit. His dark sidewhiskers and hair were brushed carefullyforward.Hishandsomefaceturnedtowardmewithakindlylook.

    Bell,saidhe,Iwishtosendyouonveryimportantbusiness.Youhave all the qualities of a good scout.You know thewoods.Youhavecourageandskillandtact.Iwishyoutostartimmediately,goalong the river toMorristown, then cut over into the BlackRivercountry and deliver this letter to theComte deChaumont, at the

    ChateauLe

    Ray,

    in

    Leraysville.

    If

    you

    see

    any

    signs

    of

    the

    enemy,

    send a report to me at once. I shall be here three days. TakeAlexander,Olin,andMileswithyou; theyareallgoodmen.Whenyourletterisdelivered,reportattheHarborassoonaspossible.

    Iwasontheroadwithmypartyinhalfanhour.Wewereallgoodhorsemen.Driknewtheshortestwayoutofthewoodsinanypartofthenorthcountry.ThursthadtravelledtheforestfromAlbanytoSackettsHarbor,andwasthebesthunterthatevertrodatrailinmy

    time.The

    night

    was

    dark,

    but

    we

    rode

    at

    agallop

    until

    we

    had

    left

    the town farbehindus.Wewere atMorristownbeforemidnight,pounding on the door of the Red Tavern. The landlord stuck hisheadoutofanupperwindow,peeringdownatusbythelightofacandle.

    Everythingquiet?Iasked.

    Everythingquiet, saidhe.Crossed theriveryesterday.Folksgo

    backn

    forth

    bout

    the

    same

    as

    ever.

    Wifes

    in

    Elizabethtown

    now,

    visiting.

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    Weaskedabout thewestroadsandwentonourway.LongbeforedaylightwewereclimbingthesteeproadatRossietotheinnoftheTravellersRestatavernfamousin itstime,thatstoodhalfupthe

    hill,with

    astore,

    asmithy,

    and

    afew

    houses

    grouped

    about

    it,

    We

    came up at a silentwalk on a road cushionedwith sawdust.DrirappedonthedooruntilIthoughthehadrousedthewholevillage.Atlastamancametotheupperwindow.He,too,inspecteduswithacandle.Thenheopened thedoorandgaveusaheartywelcome.Weputupourhorsesforabite,andcameintothebar.

    Anythingnew?Iinquired.

    Theysay

    the

    British

    are

    camped

    this

    side

    of

    the

    river,

    north

    of

    us,

    saidhe,withabigtribeofInjuns.Someoftheircavalrycamewithinthreemilesofustoday.Everybodyscairttdeath.

    Hebegantosetoutarowofglasses.

    Whatllyehev?heinquired.

    GuessIlltipalittleblueruinintme,saidDri,withashiver;sa

    colnight.

    SethandIcalledforthesame.

    Anyou?saidthelandlord,turningtoThurst.

    Wal,saidthe latter,ashestrokedhisthinbeard,whenItukthepledgeIsworeetIhopedtdropdeadforeIseemyselftekanotherdrink.Imjestgointshetmyeyesnholdoutmyglass.Idoncare

    whatye

    gi

    me

    s

    long

    es

    its

    somethin

    powerful.

    WeatecrackersandcheesewhilethelandlordwastellingofthewestroadsandtheprobablelocationoftheBritish.Hestoppedsuddenly,peeredovermyshoulder,andblewoutthecandle.Wecouldhearahorseneighingintheyard.

    Someoneet thewindow,hewhispered.Thenheranto thedooranddrewthebolt.Ainmuchideewhotis,headded,peeringout

    ofthe

    window.

    By

    gosh!

    more

    n

    adozen

    folks

    out

    here,

    soldiers

    tew,mostuvemonhorseback.Comequick.

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    We followedhimupstairs, in thedark,as theybegan topound thedoor.Fromtheyardalightflashedup.Theywereevidentlybuildingafiresothattheywouldhavebettershootingifwecameout.

    Maysetthehouseafire,saidthelandlord.

    Hequicklyunwoundabighose that ranup toa tank in thepeakaboveus.

    Plentyowater?Driwhispered.

    Rivers uv it, said the landlord. Tanks connected with the

    reservoiro

    the

    lead

    works

    on

    the

    hill

    up

    there.

    Big

    wooden

    pipe

    comesinthegableend.

    Turneron,saidDri,quickly,anletmehevthetairhose.

    Thelandlordranupaladder.Dristuckthehoseoutofthewindow.Thestreamshotawaywithaloudhiss.Istoodbyandsawthejetofwater leap forth asbig as a pikestaff.Amanwent off his horse,sprawlingas ifhehadbeenhitwithaclub.Thejet leapedquickly

    fromone

    to

    another,

    roaring

    on

    man

    and

    beast.

    There

    was

    amighty

    scurry.Horseswent headlong down the hill, some dragging theirriders. In the silence of the night,bedlam hadbroken loose. Theshoutingmen, theplunginghorses, the streamofwaterroaringonrockandroad,wokethevillage.Mencamerunningfrombehindthehouse to seewhat had happened, then rushed after their horses.Somefellcursingasthewaterhitthem.Thelandlordputhismouthtomyear.

    Mekfer

    yer

    hosses,

    he

    hissed.

    Wewerebelowstairsandoutof thedoor inajiffy.Twomen fledbeforeusatthestable,scrambledoverthefence,andwenttumblingdownhill.Webridledourhorseswithallspeed, leapeduponthem,andwentrushingdownthesteeproad,ourswordsinhand,likeanavalanche.Theytriedtostopusatthefootofthehill,butfellawayaswecamenear. Icouldhear thesnapof their triggers inpassing.Onlyonepistolshotcameafterus,andthatwenthigh.

    Guesstheirammunitionsaleetlewet,saidDri,withashoutthatturnedintolaughteraswelefttheBritishbehindus.

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    Apartyoffourorfivemountedandgavechase;butourpowderwasabitdrier than theirs, and for a timewe raked the roadwithourbullets.WhatbefellthemIknownot,Ionlyknowthattheyheldup

    andfell

    out

    of

    hearing.

    Crossingasmallriveratdaylight,wetookthebedofit,makingourwayslowlyforhalfamileorsointothewoods.Therewebuiltafire,andgave thehorses half the feed in our saddlebags, and ate ourmessonaflatrock.

    Neverhednosechjoemightyfultimeesthetafore,saidDri,ashesatdown, laughing,andshookhishead.JerushyJane!Didntwe

    comedown

    thet

    air

    hill!

    Luk

    slidin

    on

    agreased

    pole.

    Cominsolukthedeviltheydidntdastgitnerway,saidThurst.

    Wewus all rippin th air ith them airjoemightyfulbig sabres,tew,Driwenton.Hedapurtymiddlinsharpedgeonus.Stuckoutlukahaystackrightnleft.

    He began bringing wood as he sang the chorus of his favorite

    ballad:

    LitoorulIoorulIoorulIay,etc.

    Thurst knew a trail that crossed the river near by and met theCarawayPikeafewmilesbeyond.Havingeaten,IwroteadespatchtobetakenbackbyThurstassoonaswereachedthepike.Pasttenoclockweturnedintoaroughroad,wherethethreeofuswentonewayandThurstanother.

    I rode slowly, for the horseswere nearly fagged. I gave them anhoursrestwhenweputupfordinner.Thenwepushedon,cominginsightoftheChateauLeRayatsundown.Asplendidplaceitwas,thecastleofgraystonefrontingafairstretchofwoodedlawn,cutbyabrook thatwentsplashingoverrocksnearby,andsent itsvelvetvoice throughwood and field.A road of fine gravel led throughgrovesofbeechandoakandpinetoagrassyterraceunderthecastlewalls.Aservant in liverycametomeetusatthedoor,andwentto

    callhis

    master.

    Presently

    atall,

    handsome

    man,

    with

    black

    eyes

    and

    irongrayhairandmustache,camedownapath,clappinghishands.

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    was the youngMarquis de Gonvello.M. Pidgeon, the celebratedFrench astronomer, Moss Kent, brother of the since famouschancellor,theSieurMichel,andtheBaronessdeFerre,withhertwo

    wards,the

    Misses

    Louise

    and

    Louison

    de

    Lambert,

    were

    also

    at

    dinner. These young ladies were the most remarkable of thecompany; theirbeautywas sobrilliant, so fascinating, itkindled agreatfireinmethemomentIsawit.Theysaidlittle,butseemedtohavemuchinterestinallthetalkofthetable.Ilookedatthemmorethanwaspolite,Iamsure,buttheylookedatmequiteasoften.Theyhadbig,beautifulbrown eyes, and dark hair fastened highwithjewelledpins, andprofiles like those of the fair ladies ofSirPeterLely,sofinelyweretheycut.Onehadaformabitfullerandstronger

    thanthe

    others,

    but

    they

    were

    both

    as

    tall

    and

    trim

    as

    ayoung

    beech,with lipscherryredandcheekswhereonecouldsee faintlytheglowof theiryoungblood.Theirgownswerecut low,showingthegraceful linesofneckand shoulderand fullbosom. Ihadseenpretty girls, many of them, but few highbred, beautiful youngwomen.Themoment I saw these two somenewandmighty forcecameintome.Therewerewineandwitaplentyatthecountstable,andotherthingsthatwerealsonewtome,andforwhichIretainedperhapstoogreatafondness.

    Thecountaskedmetotellofourjourney,andItoldthestorywithall the spirit I couldput intomywords. I amhappy to say itdidseemtohitthemark,forIwasnosoonerdonewithouradventurethantheladiesbegantoclaptheirhands,andtheMissesdeLamberthadmuchdelightintheirfaceswhenthebaronessretoldmystoryinFrench.

    Dinnerover,thecountinvitedmetothesmokingroom,where,ina

    cornerby

    ourselves,

    Ihad

    some

    talk

    with

    him.

    He

    told

    me

    of

    his

    fatherthathehadbeena friendofFranklin, thathehadgiven ashipandacargoofgunpowdertoournavyin76.LikeothersIhadmetunderhisroof, thecounthadseen thecomingof theReignofTerror in France, and had fled with his great fortune. He hadinvestedmuchofitthereinthewildcountry.HelovedAmerica,andhadgivenfreelytoequipthearmyforwar.Hewas,therefore,amanofmuchinfluenceinthecampaignoftheNorth,andnodoubtthosein authority therewere instructed,while thewarwas on, to take

    specialcare

    of

    his

    property.

    Andwillyoupleasetellme,Isaidatlength,whoaretheMissesdeLambert?

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    Mydear, it is the countasmuchas the colonel.She isunderhisorders,andhehasaneagleeye.

    Theold

    monkey!

    He

    enrages

    me!

    Icould

    rend

    him

    limb

    from

    limb!

    Icouldnothelphearingwhattheysaid,butIdidnotthinkitquitefair to share their confidence any further, so Iwent to one of thewindowsand closeda shutternoisily.Thevoicesmusthave comefromalittlebalconyjustundermyroom.

    Mydear sister,youarevery terrible, saidoneof them,and thentheshuttercameto,andIheardnomore.

    A fullmoon lighted thedarkness.A little lakegleamed like silverbetween the treetops.Worn outwith hard travel, I fell intobedshortly,and laya long time thinkingof thoseyoung ladies,of thepast,oftomorrowanditsperils,andofthefartherfuture.Anewlifehadbegunforme.

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    CHAPTERVII

    Thesunwasliftingabovethetreetopswhenthecountsvaletcalled

    methat

    morning

    at

    the

    Chateau

    Le

    Ray.

    Robins

    were

    calling

    under

    mywindows,andthegrovesrangwithtournamentsofhappysong.Ofthatdinnerpartyonlythecountwasatbreakfastwithme.Weatehurriedly,andwhenwehadrisenthehorseswereatthedoor.Astomyown,a tallchestnut thoroughbred thatMr.ParishhadbroughtoverfromEngland,Ineversawhiminfinerfettle.IstartedSethbyCarawayPikeforOgdensburgwiththecountsmessage.

    Minehost laidholdofmyelbowandgave itagoodshakeasI left

    him,with

    Dri,

    taking

    atrail

    that

    led

    north

    by

    west

    in

    the

    deep

    woods.Theyhadstuffedoursaddlebagswithaplentyformanandhorse.

    Icouldnotbedonethinkingoftheyoungladies.Itputmyheartinaflutterwhen I lookedbackat the castle from thewoodsedgeandsawoneofthemwavingherhandkerchiefinawindow.Iliftedmyhat,andputmyspurs to theflankwithsuchapang inmeIdarednot lookagain.Save for thatone thing, Inever feltbetter.The trail

    wassmooth,

    and

    we

    galloped

    along

    in

    silence

    for

    amile

    or

    so.

    Then

    itnarrowedtoastonypath,whereonehadenoughtodowithslowgoing to take care ofhishead, therewere somanyboughs in theway.

    JerushyJane! exclaimedDri, as he slowed down. Thet airs agranplace.Neverhedmykarkissinnosechbedastheyginmelasnightsofter nwind,anhedspringson like themnewwaginsyeseeovernVermont.Jerushy!DreamedIwasflyin.

    Ihadbeen thinkingofwhat todo ifwemet the enemy andwerehardpressed.Wediscusseditfreely,andmadeupourmindsthatifthere came any great peril of capturewewould separate, each totakehisownwayoutofthedifficulty.

    We halted by a small brook at midday, feeding the horses andourselvesoutofthesaddlebags.

    Aintjest

    eggzacly

    used

    t

    this

    kind

    uv

    asickle,

    said

    Dri,

    as

    he

    felt

    theedgeofhissabre,butIllbedummedefitdontseemesefIdorterberutherdangrouswiththetairnmyhand.

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    Heknewalittleaboutroughfightingwithasabre.Hehadseenmyfatherandmegoateachotherhammerandtongsthereinourdooryardeverydayofgoodweather.Stormydayshehadalwaysstood

    byin

    the

    kitchen,

    roaring

    with

    laughter,

    as

    the

    good

    steel

    rang

    and

    thehousetrembled.Hehadbeenslowtocometoit,buthadhadhistrywithus,andhad learned to takeanattackwithout flinching. Iwentathimhard fora final lesson thatday in thewoodsagreatfolly,Iwassoontoknow.WegotwarmandmademorenoisethanIhadanythoughtof.Myhorsetookalarmandpulledaway,runningintoathicket.Iturnedtocatchhim.

    JudasPriest!saidDri.

    There,withintenfeetofus,Isawwhatmademe,everafter,amoreprudentman. ItwasanEnglishofficer leaningonhissword,a talland handsome fellow of some forty years, in shiny tophoots andscarletblouseandgauntletsofbrownkid.

    Youarequiteclever,saidhe,touchinghisgraymustache.

    Imadenoanswer,butstoodpullingmyselftogether.

    Youwill learn,headded,smiling,withatoneofencouragement.Letmeshowyouatrick.

    Hewasmostpoliteinhismanner,likeaplayhero,andcametowardmeashespoke.ThenIsawfourotherBritisherscomingouttocloseinuponusfrombehindtrees.

    Hecameatmequickly,andImethim.Heseemedtothinkitwould

    beno

    trick

    to

    unhand

    my

    weapon.

    Like

    aflash,

    with

    awhip

    of

    his

    sabre,hetriedtowrenchitaway.Drihadbeguntoshoot,dodgingbetween trees,andaredcoathad tumbledover. Ibore inuponmyman,buthecamebackatmewithsurprisingvigor.Onmyword,hewasthequickestswordsmanIeverhadthehonoroffacing.

    ButhehadameanwayofsayingHa!asheturnedmypoint.Hesoonangeredme,whereuponIlostabitofcaution,withsomeblood,forhewasatmelikeaflash,andgrazedmeonthehipbeforeIcould

    getmy

    head

    again.

    It

    was

    no

    parlor

    play,

    Ican

    tell

    you.

    We

    were

    fightingforlife,andbothknewit.Wefoughtupanddownthroughbrakesandbushesandoverstonesaperilousfooting.Icouldfeelhishandweakening. Iputallmy speed to the steel then,knowing

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    well that,barring accident, I shouldwin. I could hear somebodycomingupbehindme.

    Keepaway

    there,

    my

    adversary

    shouted,

    with

    afairness

    Iadmire

    whenIthinkofit.Icanhandlehim.Gettheotherfellow.

    Iwentathimtomakeanendofit.

    Illmakeyousquint,youyoungcub,hehissed,lungingatme.

    Herippedmyblouseattheshoulder,and,godsofwar!wemadethesparksfly.Thenhewentdown,wriggling;Ihadcaughthim in the

    side,poor

    fellow!

    Like

    aflash

    Iwas

    off

    in

    athicket.

    One

    of

    the

    enemy

    gotoutofmywayandsentabulletafterme.Icouldfeelitripandstinginthemuscleasitrubbedmyribs.Ikeptfootandmadeformyhorse.Hehadcaughthisreins,andIwasonhimandoffinthebush,betweenbullets thatcameripping the leavesaboutme,before theycouldgivechase.

    Drumswerebeatingthecalltoarmssomewhere.Istruckthetrailinaminute,and, leaning low in thesaddle,wentboundingover logs

    androcks

    and

    down

    asteep

    hillside

    as

    if

    the

    devil

    were

    after

    me.

    I

    lookedback, andwas nearly raked offby abough. I could hearhorsescominginthetrailbehindwithquickandheavyjumps.ButIwasuptoroughridingandhadlittlefeartheywouldgetasightofme.However, crossing a long stretch ofburnt timber, theymusthaveseenme.Iheardacrackofpistolsfarbehind;awhizofbulletsovermyhead.Ishookoutthereinsandletthehorsego,urgingwithcluck and spur, never slacking for rock or hill or swale. Itwas awilderridethananyIhaveknownsinceorshallagain,Icanpromise

    you,for,

    God

    knows,

    Ihave

    been

    hurt

    too

    often.

    Fast

    riding

    over

    a

    newtrailisleapinginthedarkandworsethantreasontoonesself.Add to it a saddle wet with your own blood, then you havesomethingtogiveyouaturnofthestomachthinkingofit.

    WhenIwasneartumblingwithakindofribacheandcouldhearnopursuer,Ipulledup.Therewassilenceaboutme,savethesoundofalightbreeze in the treetops. I rolledoffmyhorse,andhookedmyelbow in the reins, and layonmybelly,gruntingwithpain. I felt

    better,having

    got

    my

    breath,

    and

    arod

    of

    beech

    to

    bite

    upona

    goodthingifonehasbeenbadlystungandhasajourneytomake.Infiveminutes Iwasupandoffataslowjog, for Iknew Iwasnearsafety.

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    IthoughtmuchofpoorDriandhowhemightbefaring.ThelastIhadseenofhim,hewasmakinggooduseofpistolandlegs,runningfrom tree to tree.Hewasadead shot, littlegiven towasting lead.

    Thedrums

    were

    what

    worried

    me,

    for

    they

    indicated

    abig

    camp,

    andunlesshegot to thestirrups inshortorder,hemusthavebeentakenbyoverwhelmingodds.ItwasnearsundownwhenIcametoabrook and falls I couldnot rememberpassing. I looked aboutme.SomewhereIhadgoneofftheoldtraileverythingwasnewtome.Itwidened,asIrodeon,upasteephill.Wherethetreetopsopened,thehillwascoveredwithmossyturf,andtherewerefragrantfernsoneachsideofme.Thegroundwasclearofbrushanddeadtimber.SuddenlyIheardavoicesingingasweetgirlvoicethatthrilledme,

    Ido

    not

    know

    why,

    save

    that

    Ialways

    longed

    for

    the

    touch

    of

    a

    womanifbadlyhurt.ButthenIhavefeltthatwayhavingthepainofneitherleadnorsteel.Thevoiceranginthesilentwoods,butIcouldsee no one nor any sign of human habitation. Shortly I came outupon a smooth roadway carpetedwith sawdust. It led through agrove,andfollowingit,Icamesuddenlyuponabiggreenmansionamong the trees, with Doric pillars and a great portico wherehammockshungwithsoftcushions in them,andeasychairsofoldmahoganystoodempty.Ihavesaidaslittleaspossibleofmyaching

    wound:Ihave

    always

    thought

    it

    bad

    enough

    for

    one

    to

    suffer

    his

    ownpain.ButImustsayIwasneversotriedtokeepmyheadabovemeaswhen Icame to thatdoor.Two figures inwhitecameout tomeetme.AtfirstIdidnotobserveIhadenoughtodokeepingmyeyesopenthattheyweretheMlles.deLambert.

    Godsaveus!Iheardoneofthemsay.Heishurt;heispale.Seethebloodrunningoffhisbootleg.

    Then,as

    one

    took

    the

    bit,

    the

    other

    eased

    me

    down

    from

    my

    saddle,

    calling loudly for help. She took her handkerchiefthat had aperfumeIhavenotyetforgottenasshesupportedme,andwipedthesweatanddustfrommyface.ThenIsawtheywerethesplendidyoungladiesIhadseenatthecountstable.Thediscoveryputnewlifeinme;itwaslikeadashofwaterintheface.Iliftedmyhatandbowedtothem.

    Ladies,my thanks toyou, Isaid inasgoodFrenchas Iknew.I

    havebeen

    shot.

    May

    Iask

    you

    to

    send

    for

    adoctor?

    Abutlerrandownthesteps;agardenerandastableboyhurriedoutofthegrove.

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    To the big roomthe LouisQuinze, said one of the girls,excitedly,asthemencametomyhelp.

    Thefat

    butler

    went

    puffing

    upstairs,

    and

    they

    followed,

    on

    each

    side

    ofme.

    Goforadoctor,quick,saidoneofthemtothegardener,whowascomingbehindaFrenchmanwhoprayed toasaintashesawmyblood.

    TheyledmeacrossagreatgreenruginalargehallabovestairstoachamberofwhichIsawlittlethensaveitssizeandthewealthofits

    appointments.The

    young

    ladies

    set

    me

    down,

    bidding

    one

    to

    take

    offmyboots, and sending another for hotwater. They askedmewhereIwashurt.Thentheytookoffmyblouseandwaistcoat.

    MonDieu!saidone to theother.Whatcanwedo?Shallwecuttheshirt?

    Certainly.Cut the shirt, said theother. Wemusthelphim.Wecannotlethimdie.

    God forbid!was the answer. See theblood. Poor fellow! It isterrible!

    They spoke very tenderly as they cutmy shirtwith scissors, andbaredmyback,andwashedmywoundwithwarmwater. Ineverfelt a touch so caressing as that of their light fingers,but,godsofwar! it did hurtme. Thebathing done, theyboundmebigwithbandagesandlefttheroomuntilthebutlerhadhelpedmeintobed.

    Theycame

    soon

    with

    spirits

    and

    bathed

    my

    face

    and

    hands.

    One

    leaned overme,whispering, and askingwhat Iwould like to eat.Directlyateamofhorsescameprancingtothedoor.

    Thecolonel!oneofthemwhispered,listening.

    Thecolonel,uponmysoul!saidtheother,thatsprightlyLouison,asshetiptoedtothewindow.TheyusedtocallherTiptoesattheHermitage.

    Thecolonel!IrememberedshewasnoneotherthantheBaronessdeFerre;andthinkingofherandofthegratefulfeelingofthesheetsofsoftlinen,Ifellasleep.

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    shake itoff,butsomehow ithad theclawsofa tiger.Therewasanoddthingaboutitall:IcouldnotforthelifeofmetellwhichofthetwocharminggirlsIlovedthebetter.Itmayseemincredible;Icould

    notunderstand

    it

    myself.

    They

    looked

    alike,

    and

    yet

    they

    were

    quite

    different. Louisonwas a year older and of stouterbuild. She hadmoreanimationalso,andalwaysaquickerandperhapsabrighteranswer.Theotherhada facemoreserious,albeitno lessbeautiful,andaslowertongue.Shehadlittletosay,buthersilencehadmuchinittoadmire,and,indeed,toremember.Theyappealedtodifferentmeninmewithequalforce,Ididnotthenknowwhy.Aperplexingproblemitwas,andIhadtothinkandsuffermuchbeforeIsawtheendofit,andreallycametoknowwhatloveisandwhatitisnot.

    ShortlyIwasneartheendofthisdelightfulseasonof illness.Ihadbeenoutofbedaweek.Thebaronesshadreadtomeeveryday,andhad been so kind that I felt a great shame for my part in ourdeception.Everyafternoon shewasoff inaboator inhercaleche,andhadpromisedtotakemewithherassoonasIwasabletogo.

    Youknow,saidshe,Iamgoing tomakeyou tostayherea fullmonth.Ihavetheconsentofthegeneral.

    Ihadbegun tomove about a little and enjoy the splendorof thatforesthome.Therewere,indeed,manyrareandpricelessthingsinitthat cameoutofher chateau inFrance.Shehad some curiousoldclocks, tokensofancestral tasteand friendship.Therewasonehergrandfather had got from the land of Louis XIV.Le GrandMonarque, ofwhommymotherhadbegun to tellme as soon as Icouldhearwithunderstanding.AnothercamefromthebedchamberofPhilipIIofSpainagrandhighclockthathadtolledthehoursin

    thatgreat

    hall

    beyond

    my

    door.

    A

    little

    thing,

    in

    acase

    of

    carved

    ivory,thattickedonatablenearmybed,Molierehadgiventooneofherancestors,andthereweremanyothersofequalinterest.

    Herwallswereadornedwithart treasuresof thevalueofwhich Ihad little appreciation those days. But I remember there werecanvasesofCorreggioandRembrandtandSirJoshuaReynolds.Shewas, indeed, awoman of fine taste,who hadbrought herbest toAmerica;fornoonehadadoubt,inthetimeofwhichIamwriting,

    thatthe

    settlement

    of

    the

    Compagnie

    de

    New

    York

    would

    grow

    into

    agreatcolony,withtownsandcitiesandfineroadways,andthefullcomplementofhigh living.Shehadbuilt theHermitage,thatwas

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    walked awhile in thegrovewithhim.Whenhe left Iwent slowlydown the trail overwhich Ihad ridden.My strengthwas comingfast. I felt like an idleman, shirking the saddle,when I shouldbe

    servingmy

    country.

    Imust

    to

    my

    horse

    and

    make

    an

    end

    to

    dallying.Withthoughtsliketheseforcompany,IwentfartherthanIintended.Returning over thebushy trail I came suddenlyuponLouison!Shewasneatlygownedinpinkandwhite.

    Lediable!saidshe.Yousurpriseme.Ithoughtyouwentanotherway.

    Oryouwouldnothavetakenthisone,Isaid.

    Ofcoursenot,saidshe.Onedoesnotwishtofindmen ifshe ishuntingforforshehesitatedamoment,blushingmonDieu!forbears,sheadded.

    I thought then,asherbeautifuleyes lookedupatmesmiling, thatshewasincomparable,thatIlovedheraboveallothersIfeltsureofit.

    Andwhy

    do

    you

    hunt

    bears?

    Iinquired.

    Idonotknow. I think it isbecause they are sosobeautiful, soamiable!sheanswered.

    Andsuchgoodcompanions.

    Yes; theynever embarrassyou, shewenton. Younever feelatlossforaword.

    Ifearyoudonotknowbears.

    Dieu!betterthanmen.Voila!sheexclaimed,touchingmewiththeendofherparasol.Youarenotsoterrible.Idonotthinkyouwouldbite.

    No;Ihaveneverbittenanythingbutbutbreadanddoughnuts,orsomethingofthatsort.

    Come,Idesiretointimidateyou.Wontyoupleasebeafraidofme?Indeed,Icanbeveryterrible.See!Ihavesharpteeth.

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    She turned with a playful growl, and parting her crimson lips,showedthemtomewhiteandshapely,andasevenasiftheyhadbeenwroughtofivory.Sheknewtheywerebeautiful,thevixen.

    Youterrifyme.Ihaveamindtorun,Isaid,backingoff,

    Pleasedonotrun,sheansweredquickly.Ishouldbeafraidthatthat

    Shehesitatedamoment,stirringthemosswithonedaintyfoot.

    Thatyoumightnotreturn,sheadded,smilingasshelookedupat

    me.

    ThenthenperhapsitwilldoaswellifIclimbatree.

    No,no;Iwishtotalkwithyou.

    Mamselle,youhonorme,Isaid.

    Anddishonormyself,Ipresume,withsomuchboldness,shewent

    on.It

    is

    only

    that

    Ihave

    something

    to

    say;

    and

    you

    know

    when

    a

    womanhassomethingtotosay

    Itisafoolthatdoesnotlistenifshebeasfairasyou,Iputin.

    Youarewell,IshallnotsaywhatIthinkofyou,forfearforfearofgivingoffence,saidshe,blushingasshespoke.Doyoulikethelifeofasoldier?

    Verymuch,

    and

    especially

    when

    Iam

    wounded,

    with

    such

    excellentcareandcompany.

    Butyoursideitwassohorriblytorn.IdidfeelverysorryindeedIdid.Youwillgoagaintothewar?

    UnlessunlessAh,yes,mamselle,Ishallgoagaintothewar,Istammered,goingtothebrinkofconfession,onlytobackawayfromit,asthebloodcamehottomycheeks.

    Shebrokeatinyboughandbeganstrippingitsleaves.

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    Andwhynot?

    Becauseitwouldnotbeproper,saidshe,smilingasshelookedup

    atme.

    Notproper!Ishouldliketoknowwhy.

    It would make me break another engagement, she went on,laughing. I am to gowith thebaroness tomeet the count if hecomesshehascommanded.Thedayafter, in themorning,at tenoclock,bythecascadewillthatdo?Good!Imustleaveyounow.Imustnotreturnwithyou.Remember!shecommanded,pointingat

    mewith

    her

    tapered

    forefinger.

    Rememberten

    oclock

    in

    the

    morning.

    Then she took abypath andwent out of sight. I returned to themansionasdeepinloveasamancouldbe.Iwenttodinnerwiththerestthatevening.Louisoncameinafterwewereallseated.

    Youarelate,mydear,saidthebaroness.

    Yes;Iwent

    away

    walking

    and

    lost

    something,

    and

    was

    not

    able

    to

    finditagain.

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    I held herdainty fingers inmine, thatwere still hard andbrown,peeringintothepinkhollowofherhand.Shelookedupcuriously.

    Aquick

    temper

    and

    aheart

    of

    gold,

    Isaid.

    If

    the

    devil

    has

    it,

    he

    is

    lucky,andwell,Ishouldliketobeinhisconfidence.

    Ah,msieur,saidshe,seriously,alittletremoronherlips,Ihavemuchtroubleyoudonotknow.Ihavetofightwithmyself.

    Youhave,then,aformidableenemy,Ianswered.

    But I am not quarrelsome, said she, thoughtfully. I am only

    wearyof

    the

    life

    here.

    Ishould

    like

    to

    go

    away

    and

    be

    of

    some

    use

    in

    theworld. I suppose it iswicked, formypapawishesme to stay.Andbah!itisaprisonaHopitaldeSalpetriere!

    Mamselle, Iexclaimed,ifyou talk like that Ishall takeyouonmy horse and flywith you. I shall come as your knight, as yourdeliverer,someday.

    Alas!saidshe,withasigh,youwouldfindmeveryheavy.One

    hasnothing

    to

    do

    here

    but

    grow

    lazy

    andciel!fat.

    Ifmymeetingwithhersisterhadnotmadeitimpossibleandabsurd,I should have offeredmy heart to this fair young lady then andthere.NowIcouldnotmakeitseemthepartofhonoranddecency.Icouldnothelp adoringher simplicity,her frankness,herbeautifulformandface.

    It is no prison forme, I said. I do not long for deliverance. I

    cannottell

    you

    how

    happy

    Ihave

    been

    to

    stayhow

    unhappy

    Ishall

    betoleave.

    Captain,shesaidquickly,youarenotstrong;youarenosoldieryet.

    Yes;Imustbeofftothewars.

    And that suggestsan idea, said she, thoughtfully,herchinupon

    herhand.

    Whichis?

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    Thatmywealthisillfortune,shewenton,withasigh.Menandwomenarefightingandtoilingandbleedinganddyingtomaketheworldbetter,andIIamjustalady,fussing,primping,peeringinto

    alooking

    glass!

    Ishould

    like

    to

    do

    something,

    but

    they

    think

    Iam

    toogoodtooholy.

    But it is a hard businessthe labors and quarrels of the greatworld,Isuggested.

    Wellit isGodsbusiness, shecontinued.Andam Inotoneofhis children, and wist ye not that Imust be aboutmy Fathersbusiness? Itwasnottoogoodforthemanwhosaidthat.

    Butwhatwouldyoudo?

    Idonotknow. Isuppose Icandonothingbecausealas!becausemy fatherhasboughtmyobediencewithamillion francs.DoyounotseethatIaminbondage?

    Be patient; the life of a rich demoiselle is not barren ofopportunity.

    Tobegayoh!onemightaswellbeapeacock;tosayprettythings,onemightbetterbeawelltrainedparrot; tograce thecourtor thesalon,Ihadassoonbeastatue in thecornerithasmorecomfort,more security; tobeadmired, tohear fine complimentswell,youknowthatisthepartofapetpoodle.Isay,captain,tobehappyonemustbefreetodo.

    Ilookedintoherbigeyes,thatwerefulloftheirnewdiscovery.

    Ishouldliketobeamongthewoundedsoldiers,saidshe,herfacebrightening.Itdidmakemeveryhappytositbyyourbedsideanddoforyou.

    Therewasaverytenderlookinhereyesthen.

    She started to rise.Abrier,stirring in thebreeze,had fallenacrossher hair. She letme loose the thorns, and, doing so, I kissed her

    foreheadIcould

    not

    help

    it.

    Msieur! she exclaimed in a whisper. Then she turned quicklyawayandstoodtearingaleafinherfingers.

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    Forgive me! I pleaded, for I saw she was crying. It was theimpulseofamoment.Prayforgiveme!

    Shestood

    motionless

    and

    made

    no

    answer,

    Inever

    felt

    such

    astir

    in

    me,forIhadafear,aterriblefear,thatIhadlostwhatImightneverhaveagain.

    Itwashonorableadmiration,Icontinued,risingtomyfullheightbesideher.Tellme,mamselle,haveIhurtyou?

    No, said she, in a voice that trembled. I am thinkingI amthinkingofsomebodyelse.

    Thewords,spokensoslowly,sosweetly,seemed,nevertheless,toflyatme.Ofsomebodyelse!Whomcouldshemean?Hadhersistertoldher?DidsheknowofmymeetingwithLouison?Iwasabouttoconfesshowdeeply,howtenderly,Ilovedher.Ihadspokenthefirstwordwhenthisthoughtflasheduponme,andIhalted.Icouldnotgoon.

    Mamselle,Isaid,IIifitisIofwhomyouarethinking,give

    meonly

    your

    pity,

    and

    Ican

    be

    content.

    Sometime,

    perhaps,

    Imay

    deserve more. If I can be of any service to you, send for mecommandme.YoushallseeIamnotungrateful.Ah,mamselle,Icontinued,asIstoodtomyfullheight,andfeltamightyupliftinmyheartthatseemedtotossthewordsoutofme,Ihaveastrongarmandagoodsword,andtheloveofhonorandfairwomen.

    Shewiped her eyes, and turned and looked up atme. Iwas nolongerasicksoldier.

    It is likeabeautiful story, she said thoughtfully;andyouyouare likeaknightofold.Wemustgohome.Itislongpast luncheonhour.Wemusthurry.

    Shegavemeherarmupthehill,andwewalkedwithoutspeaking.

    Iamverywelltoday,Iremarkedaswecametotheroad.IfyouwillwaithereuntilIgettothebigbirch,IshallgoaroundtoseeifI

    canbeat

    you

    to

    the

    door.

    Itisnotnecessary,saidshe,smiling,andand,msieur,IamnotashamedofyouorofwhatIhavedone.

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    ThebaronessandLouisonhadnotyetreturned.M.Pidgeonwasatluncheonwithusinthebigdiningroom,andhadmuchtosayofthemightyNapoleonandthecoalitionhewasthenfighting.

    The greatmonsieur stayed through the afternoon, as thebaronesshad planned abig houseparty for the night, in celebration of thecounts return.Mybest clothes had comebymessenger from theHarbor,andIcouldputmyselfingoodfettle.ThebaronessandthecountandLouisoncameearly,andwesat long togetherunder thetrees.

    The dinnerwas at seven. Thereweremore than a dozen guests,

    amongwhom

    were

    anumber

    Ihad

    seen

    at

    the

    chateauMr.

    David

    ParishofOgdensburg,whoarrived late inabig, twowheeledcartdrawnbyfourhorsesthatcamegallopingtothedoor,andGeneralWilkinson,ournewcommanderintheNorth,astout,smoothfacedman,whocamewithMr.Parishincitizensdress.

    At dinner the count hadmuch to say of scenes of excitement inAlbany,wherehehadlatelybeen.Thebaronessandherwardswereresplendent in old lace and sparkling jewels. Great haunches of

    venisonwere

    served

    from

    along

    sideboard;

    there

    was

    afree

    flow

    of

    oldMadeiraandBurgundyandchampagneandcognac.Mr.Parishand the countand thegeneralandMossKentandM.Pidgeon satlongatthetable,withcigarsandcoffee,aftertherestofushadgonetotheparlors,andthebigroomrangwiththeirlaughter.TheyoungMarquis de Gonvello and Mr. Marc Isambert Brunel of theCompagnie,who,afterwardfoundedthegreatmachineshopsoftheRoyalNavyYardatPortsmouthandbecameengineeroftheThamestunnel, and Pierre Chassinis, Jr., and I waltzed with the ladies.

    PresentlyIsat

    down

    near

    the

    baroness,

    who

    was

    talking

    in

    French

    withThereseLeRay,thecountsdaughter.

    PardonmyusingFrench,said thebaroness, turning tome,forIbelieveyoudonotuseit,and,myfriend,itisamisfortune,foryoumissknowingwhatgoodcompanyistheMamselleLeRay.

    AndImissmuchpleasureandmayhapaduelwiththemarquis,Isaid, laughing; but Ibeg you to proceedwith your talk. I have

    learnedmany

    words

    since

    Icame

    here,

    and

    Ilove

    the

    sound

    of

    it.

    We saw British soldiers today, she continued toMamselle LeRay,inFrench.Theycrossedtheroadnearusontheirhorses.

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    Poorfellow!saidthebaroness,whostoodatthedoor.Helphiminatonceandgivehimasipofbrandy.

    Tukme

    prisoner

    over

    there

    n

    the

    woods

    thet

    day,

    said

    he,

    sinking

    intoachairand leaningforward,hisheadonhishands.They tukntheytotedmeovertCanady,anItukngotaway,ntheyefterme.Killed one on em thetwas chasinuvme over n the Beavermedders on thebog trail.Hoss got twallerin so he hed t comedown.Rizupoutothegrass nketchedholtuv im forehecudpullaweepon.Tukthisoutuvhispocket,anItriedtogitthebossoutothemire,butdidnthevtime.

    Hesat

    erect

    and

    proudly

    handed

    me

    asheet

    of

    paper.

    Iopened

    it,

    andreadasfollows:

    ToCAPTAINELIASWILKINS,RoyalFusiliers.

    MydearCaptain:Youwillproceedatonceacross the riverwithadetailoffivemenmountedandthreedaysrations,and,ifpossible,capture the prisoner who escaped early this morning, making athorough search of the woods in Jefferson County. He has

    informationof

    value

    to

    the

    enemy,

    and

    Iregard

    his

    death

    or

    capture

    ofhigh and immediate importance. I am informed that theyoungdesperadowhomurderedmyLordofPickford in the forestbelowClaytonJune29,escaping,althoughbadlywounded, is lyingat thecountryseat of the Baroness de Ferre, a Frenchwoman, atLeraysville,JeffersonCounty,NewYork.Itwouldgratifymeifyoucouldaccomplishoneorbothcaptures.Withrespect,Iam,

    YourObedientServant,

    R.SHEAFFER,

    General

    Commanding.

    They llbehere,saidDri.They llbeherejestessureesGodforedaylight,mebbe.But Icant fighterdewnothin till I ve tiedsomevittles.

    You shall have supper, said thebaroness,who,without delay,wenttothekitchenherselfwithaservanttolookafterit.Thebutlerbroughtapairofslippersandadrycoat,whileIdrewofftheboots

    ofmy

    good

    friend.

    Then

    Igave

    him

    my

    arm

    as

    he

    limped

    to

    the

    kitchenbesideme.ThebaronessandIsatnearhimasheate.

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    hevanytrouble.TaintagointbenoSundaySchool.Eftheycan,theyreagointtekusdeader live.Eftheyevertukuswewouldntbewuthshucks,nutheronus,eftercourtmartial.

    Ishallnotpermityoutogo,saidthebaroness.Theymaybeherenow, about the house in the dark. They would shoot you, theywouldstabyou,theywouldcauseyoutodieasyouwent.No,Ishallpermityounot togo,Thereare fourof them?Verywell,we shallfight here, we shall conquer. We have a general, a count, amillionnaire,amarquis,alawyer,anastronomer,ascout,and,sheadded,pattingme on the shoulder, le brave capitaine! I have fourguns and three pistols, andMsieur Bell has arms also.We shall

    conquer.We

    shall

    make

    them

    to

    bite

    the

    dust.

    Guns;didyesay?JerushyJane!Leshevem,saidDri.

    Whatdidhecallme?MonDieu!JerushyJane!ItisnotI,saidthebaroness.

    AgainIexplainedthedifficulty.

    Aintvery

    proper

    spoke,

    said

    Dri,

    apologetically.

    Jest

    want

    say

    et them air guns er likely t come handy here most anyminute.Giveusguns,nwellsockittoem.

    Weshallsockittothem,weshallindeed,saidshe,hurryingoutoftheroom.Weshallmakethemtorunfortheirlives.

    Theywereall in thedining roomthemenof thepartysave thegeneral,whocouldnotheawakened.Gunsandpistolswereloaded.

    Imade

    anovel

    plan

    of

    defence

    that

    was

    unanimously

    approved.

    I

    postedawatchateverywindow.A littleafterdawn thebaroness,frombehindacurtain,sawasquadofhorsemencomingthroughthegrove.

    Ici! theyhave come! said she, ina loudwhisper.Therearenotfour;therearemany.

    Itookmydetailofsixmenabovestairs.Eachhadastripoflumber

    wehad

    found

    in

    the

    shop,

    and

    each

    carefully

    raised

    awindow,

    waiting thesignal. Iknewmyperil,but Iwasneversocool inmylife.IfIhadbeenwiser,possiblyIshouldhavefeltitthemore.Thehorsemenpromptlydeployed, covering every sideof themansion.

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    Theystoodclose,mounted,pistolandsabreready.SuddenlyIgavethesignal.Theneachofus thrustout thestripof lumberstealthily,prodding thebigdrab cones on every side.Hornets andwasps, a

    greatswarm

    of

    them,

    sprang

    thick

    as

    seeds

    from

    the

    hand

    of

    a

    sower.Itwasmyparttounhouseacolonyofthe long,whitefacedhornets.Goadedby the ruin of their nests, they saw the noddingheadsbelow them, and darted atman and horse like a night ofarrows.Theyputtheirhotspursintoflankandfaceandneck.Isawthemstrikeandfall;theydohithard,thosebigwingedVespae.Itwasterrible,theswiftchargeofthatwingedbattalionoftheair.Iheardhowlsofpainbelowme,andthethunderofrushingfeet.Thehorseswererearingandplunging,themenstrikingwiththeirhats.

    IheardDrishoutingandlaughingathiswindow.

    Give em hell, ye littleblue devils! he yelled; and therewas allevidencethattheyunderstoodhim.

    Then,again,everymanofusopenedhiswindowandfiredavolleyatthescurryingmass.

    Onehorse,

    rearing

    and

    leaping

    on

    his

    hind

    legs,

    came

    down

    across

    thebackofanother,andthetwofellheavilyinarolling,convulsiveheap.One,as ifblinded,bumpeda tree,goingoveronhiswithers,all fours flashing in the air. Some tore off in the thickets, asunmanageableasthewildmoose.Morethanhalfthrewtheirriders.Not amanof thempulleda trigger: theywerebusy enough,Godknows.Notoneofthemcouldhavehittheskywithanycertainty.Ineversawsuchatorrentofhorsehairandredcaps.

    Whut!Been

    on

    the

    back

    o

    one

    o

    em

    hosses?

    said

    Dri,

    telling

    of

    it

    alongtimeafter.Drutherobeenshetupnabarrelwithalotocats nrolleddownhill.Gooddealbetter fermyhealth,an I d alukedmorelikeahumanbeinwhenIcomeout.Themfellerstheydidntlukfittsociatewithnuthinernobodywhenweledemuptthehousenutoneonem.

    Only one Britisherwasbrought downby ourbullets, and he hadbeen themarkofDri:withhimariflewasneveraplaything.Five

    otherslay

    writhing

    in

    the

    grass,

    bereft

    of

    horse,

    deserted

    by

    their

    comrades.Thesmudgeswereready,andthenets.DriandIputonthe latterand ranout,placinga smudge rowon every sideof theHermitage.Thewinged fighterswerequicklydriven away.Of the

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    Parbleu!shewhispered,isitnotashametotakeyoufromyourmeat?ButIcouldnothelp it.Ihadtoseeyou;there issomethingIwishtosay.

    A pretty girl is better than meat, I answered quickly. I amindebtedtoyou.

    My! but you have a ready tongue, said she. It is with me apleasure to listen. You are going away? You shall not returnperhaps?

    Shewas trying to lookverygayand indifferent,but inhervoice I

    coulddetect

    anote

    of

    trouble.

    The

    flame

    of

    passion,

    quenched

    for

    a

    little time by the return of peril and the smoke of gunpowder,flashedupinme.

    It is this,shewenton:Imaywishyou todomea favor.May Ihaveyouraddress?

    Andyoumaycommandme,IsaidasIgaveittoher.

    Haveacare!

    she

    said,

    laughing.

    I

    may

    ask

    you

    to

    do

    desperate

    thingsyoumayneedallyourvalor.ThecountandthebaronesstheymaysendusbacktoFrance.

    Whichwillpleaseyou,Iremarked.

    Perhaps,shesaidquickly.MonDieu!IdonotknowwhatIwant;Iamafool.Takethis.Wearitwhenyouaregone.NotthatIcarebutitwillmakeyouremember.

    Sheheld inher fingersa flashingemeraldona tinycircletofgold.BeforeIcouldanswershehadlaiditinmyhardpalmandshutmyhanduponit.

    Dieu! she exclaimed,whispering, Imust returnImust hurry.Remember,wedidnotfindthering.

    Ifeltagreatimpulsetoembraceherandconfessmylove.ButIwas

    notquick

    enough.

    Before

    Icould

    speak

    she

    had

    turned

    away

    and

    wasrunning.Icalledtoher,butshedidnotturnorseemtohearme.Sheandmyopportunityweregone.

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    Howdoyoufeel?Iaskedhimaswedrewuponeachsideofthecoach.

    Splitt

    the

    collar,

    said

    he,

    soberly,

    as

    he

    rested

    an

    elbow

    on

    his

    pommel.

    Wegot toheadquartersat five,and turnedover theprisoners.Wehadneverawarmerwelcomethanthatofthecolonel.

    Icongratulateyouboth,hesaidashebroughttherumbottleafterwe hadmade our report. Youve gotmore fight in you than awolverene.Downwithyour rumandoff toyourbeds,and report

    hereat

    reveille.

    Ihave

    atough

    job

    for

    you

    to

    morrow.

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    CHAPTERXI

    Itwas, indeed, tougherbusiness thanwe had yet knownadash

    intothe

    enemys

    country,

    where

    my

    poor

    head

    was

    in

    excellent

    demand.DriandIwere tocross the lakewithabandofraiders,atroop of forty, under my command. We were to rescue someprisonersinalockupontheotherside.Theyweretobeshot inthemorning, and our mission therefore admitted of no delay. Ourhorseshadbeenputaboardabrigatmidnight,and soonafter thenoonmesswedroppeddown the lake,going intoadeep,woodedcove south of the Grenadier Island. There we lay waiting fornightfall.Abigwindwashowlingoverthewoodsatsunset,andthe

    darkcame

    on

    its

    wings

    an

    hour

    ahead

    of

    time.


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Thought for the day: “I hear, and I forget. I see, and I remember. I do, and I understand’. -- Chinese Proverb.

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I fileI I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I Task 53/73, Hydrology, continued with flo\'/ and ground water studies. Principal effor:ts included accessing environmental impacts and developing

Tuesday, September 04, 2006 I hear and I forget, I see and I remember, I do and I understand. -Chinese Proverb.

Tuesday, September 04, 2006 I hear and I forget, I see and I remember, I do and I understand. -Chinese Proverb.

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May 22-23, 2006 I hear, and I forget; I see, and I remember; I do, and I understand. - Confucious.

May 22-23, 2006 I hear, and I forget; I see, and I remember; I do, and I understand. - Confucious.

I THE SURVEY OF INCOME AND PROGRAM … I THE SURVEY OF INCOME AND PROGRAM PARTICIPATION I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I U. S. Department of Commerce BUREAU OF THE CENSUS I WAGE DIFFERENTIAL

I THE SURVEY OF INCOME AND PROGRAM … I THE SURVEY OF INCOME AND PROGRAM PARTICIPATION I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I I U. S. Department of Commerce BUREAU OF THE CENSUS I WAGE DIFFERENTIAL

I hear and I forget, I see and I understand, I do and I remember.

I hear and I forget, I see and I understand, I do and I remember.