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GLANMO E;
OR,
THE BANDITS OF SARATOGA.
oiltante of te 5t^oluio^
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GLANIORE:
A ROMANCE OF THE REVOLUTION.
CHAPTER I.
Saratoga Lake-its Scenery-Snake Hill-the aged Pine-.
the Cave.
THERE are out few countries in the empire state, that can
boast of more romantic associations than Saratoga, or of more'beautiful scenery. True, it does not abound in those really
wild and sublimely romantic scenes that characteriie other portions of the state of New York, but yet there is a degree of
loveliness about it, that strikes the beholder as indeed beautiful.
Among those lovely scenes, none surass the beautiful sheet
of water known as Saratoga Lake.  It is situated about six
miles to the south east of the far-famed Saratoga Springs. It
presents a sheet of water nine miles long by four broad at its
widest point. Its banks, at this time, are lined with cultivated
farms, neat farmi-houses, and stately old orchards, with occasionally a tract of woodland skirting its borders'; no sails
whiten the bosom of this most beautiful' of miniature lakes.
But upon a fine morning, the light row-boats of numerous fishermen may be seen dancing upon its billows, as they glide
gently forward n "trailing" for the excellent bass and pickerel
with which At abounds  Its appearaaoe at thi:-timoeis well
known by the hundreds of the fashionable and sporting world,
that resort to its banks to enjoy its piscatory sports.
To those, the high round hill on its eastern shore, eovered
with a luxuriant growth of timber, can be no stranger, towering




4                       GLANMORE;
as it does, far above its otherwise gently sloping shore. It is
not, however, our purpose to speak minutely, or at great length,
of the scenery connected with this crystal lake, at this period
of time, but of events that took place while its banks were
covered with the dark primeval forests, composed for the most
part of towering oaks, pines, and chesnut, that cast their dark
and sombre shade far over its silvery waters; of that period,
when the wild deer grazed upon its banks, and the bear was
wont to traverse its bosom, when winter's frosts had congealed
its limpid waters, wherr the hwge rattle-snakeabounded on the
before-mentioned jcninend —and. being fouid there in vast
numbers, by the early settlers of old Saratoga, they gave it the
truly and forbidding cognomen of Snake Hill. The fish-houses
tHat hiW'alodlrn  utop its shors fr the cccohbirtdatlon of pirtie
of ladtes and gentlemen from Saratoga Springs and the neighboring cities and villages, had not then been reared; and, instead of its waters being covered at times,-as they now are,
by gay and joyous boat-loads of fashion and beauty, they were
only occasionally called into requisition to buoy up the lone
canoe of some solitary I6di'dn.
Near the western foot of Snake Hill, grew an aged pine; ah,
it waS a majestic old tree!-its trunk was several feet in diameter, and it reared its lofty.head far away up in the heavens;
so tall and so stately did it stand, that the brain reeled, as one
attempted, to look up at its top from its base-and then too, it
was.a remarkable tree, it had withstood- the whirlwinds-and
its deep green foilage had been whitened with the frosts of
more than two centuries, like the hero of a hundred battles, it
stood in lofty, silent, and sombre grandeur-towering far above
the other members of the forest-save when the winds sported
with its moss-covered branches, or moaned through its evergreen foilage. The scathing lightnings had darted over its
head, and the awful thunder-bolt had riven many a stalwart
tree, during its time. The panther had lain upon its ponderous
branches,. and uttered his moaning wail, the ted'son of the
forest had used its trunk as a secret covert from whence to send
the arrow whizzing to the heart of his enemyy, and yet there it
stood, like the aged' man, at whose vitals disease has been
gnawing for years, but who is'yet erect in carriage and stately
in mien.
Its time, however, was drawing rapidly to a close, its trunk,
ittlhugh exhibiting no outward signs of decay, was, notwithstanding, hollow within, and in the year 1777;  was made to
subserve an unholy purpose.
Its 1wlow'cavity was a ventilator to the dark cave of an
outlaw-.of a Tory Robber,; who pioEttd'with his gang of Uni




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principled followers, about his own native county, and waged
secret war against his former neighbors and associates. His
cave was situated almost immediately beneath the roots of this
tree, at a point where the foot of Snake Hill reached the bold
and deep shore of Saratoga Lake.
This cave was no naturals excavation, it was the work
of human hands - the' earth had all been carefully removed
and buried deep down beneath the waters of Saratoga lake;
and so narrow  was its entrance, and so well was it concealed by overhanging evergreens," ithat no one could have
discovered it, unless, directed to.the spot by some one acquainted
with its locality.  Indeed so narrow wvas the entrance, that
but one man could walk thirough it at a time; no human being
could have lived long within it, so stagnant was the atmosphere, had it not beeh for the long hollow trunk of the aged
pine, that was converted into a ventilator, by cutting a number
of holes in the tree above tlie first branches, where the incisions could not easily be seen'from the ground. A small horizontal shaft had been dug fiom the main room in the cave, to
the foot of the tree, communicating under ground, with the
cavity;n its trunk; a current of air was thus kept drawing
constantly tlrough the cave; and was controlled by means of a
door placed at the mouth of the horizontal shaft; it was a well
planned and well constructed secret subterraneous abode, from
whence issued, during the summer of 1777, the yeat that the
approaching army of Burgoyne spread terror through northern
New York, almost nightly, a band of thirty Tories that spread
death, and consternation in theii' nightly track.




4^OX~ GJANIQRZ;
CHAPTER II.
Cordon alanmore —Tbe hypocriticat old Tory-Organzation
of the Snake Hill Bandits.
THE leader of the band that occupied this cave, was Gordon
Glanmore; he was the, son of a farmer, residing between
Saratoga lake, and the battle ground whereon the heroes of the
American Revolution met, fought, and conquered, England's
boasted General, Burgoyne.
When the American struggle:forfreedom, freedon'tifrom  the
bitter and galling yoke of British bondage, commenced, 6b
rather when the deep up-heaving of popular sentiment — of
discontent-nay, of hatred itself-to British tyranny, and British
oppression, manifested themselves in such a manner, and to.
such a degree, that a distinct line of demarcation was drawn
between the advocates of fieedom and independence, and the
advocates of British rule  and  British  oppression, Gordon
Glanmore was found advocating the principles of the' fbormer
although at heart he was a rank Tory.
His father, a man stricken in years, although: eeretly favorable-to English rule, yet, w.hen called upon openly to declare
his sentiments, with deep, and damtiing hypocrisy, gave his
neighbors, who were principally Revolutionists, the strongest
assurance that language coud fconvey, that his heart was with
them, in their arduous struggle for liberty; and that his hand
should be found wielding the musket, or broad-sword in defence
of freedom, if time had not ere this robbed him of his ability
to mingle in the strife of battle, and combat the hireling
minions of England.  He at the same time, resolved within
himself, that his son should in no event take up arms in defence
of the Colonies.  He labored to imbue his mind with a
thorough and deep conviction, of the superiority of British
rule, and British measures, over those wild schemes of Repubicanism, as he termed the views of American Revolutionists.
Fearing in the event of his son taking up arms in favor of
England, that his father's infidelity to whig principles and
sentiments might be discovered, he resolved upon an expedient
that should serve him as a pretext for not entering the American army.




A ROMANCE OF'T5, REVOLUTION.              7
He was well aware at this time, that a8 s i son profssed to
be a whig, he would soon be called upon to enter the American
army; and resolved that the precautionary measures necessary
to prevent such a result, should be immediately taken. He
had so thoroughly warped the mind of his son, that from at first
having slightly favored the Colonists, he finally became so
strongly opposed to them that he was urgent in his solicitation
to be permitted tojoin the Royal army.
His father represented to him, the utter ruin that would fall
upon  him, should the Americans finally triumph; and in
furtherance of his plan for preventing his joining the Royal
army, intimated that if he wished to make actual war upon
the whigs, he might do so in a secret way, and in a manner
that would redound to his profit; he could easily raise a band
of Tories, a small, select number, from the adjoining country;
they could find some place among the deep and darkl pine
forests of Saratoga, where they could dig a cave, and as the
population was exceedingly sparse, they might be effectually
hidden there from  observation. They could make nightly
excursions, fall upon those Whig families who were reputed to
have money hoarded in their houses, and as they would fall
easy victims to them, they might before the close of the war,
amass a splendid fortune for the whole band,
Gordon Glanmore being naturally of an avaricious disposition, soon fell in with his ather's suggestiogs.  The. party lines
had now become so strongly drawn between the Whigs an4
Tories, that the fiercest hatred rankled in their breasts against
each other. Glanmore could no longer renmaai ina -ti.  The
tide of war roled on, and as hundreds, of brave patriots were
falling from  the ranks of the. American army, by "war,
pestilence and famine," others, were called upon t, supply
their places and he couil4openly cary out.his doubl deainmg no
longer.
His father was in secret communication with a number of
Tories, who were pursuing the same seqret course withi regard
to the war, as himself. Secretly they were summoned to maeet
at his house, -.in a short iim  a meetiog took, plac- at midt
night'upon the  st dirk a x; trmy- night;afte  the'  ic,
given-did these hypocriticadl 1ones assemble at the hotrse of
Gordon Glanmore's father.  The windows were muffled, and
with low voices, they coolly deliberated upon the best method of
organizing a band of stealthy robbers, with Gordon Gianmore
as a leader, to murder and rob their unsuspecting neighbors.
The band was organized; it consisted often men, Glanmore
was chosen chief of the band by a unanimous vote, he was
to receive one third of all the booty, and they in turn, swore




8                       GLAMokE;
fidelity to him, and to each other, until death should separate
them.
They next deliberated upon the best method of putting their
plans in execution.  Glanmore's father being the originator of
the plan for raising the band, was listened to with profound
attention.  The young men who composed the band, coming
frOth various parts of the country, suggested various points
that, in their judgment, would be'favorable locations for a
rendezvous, from  whence they could carry on their depredations riost successfully.
The elder Glanmore having been a surveyor, and having
also hunted over most of the adjoining country, suggested
that there was no place that he knew of so well adapted to the
purpose as Snake Hill, an eminence on the shore of Saratoga
Lake.  It was covered"with:a dense forest.  It was a lonely
and: retired' spot; and besides it was so infested with Rattlesnakes, that people always avoided it, unless when necessity
compelled'them to visit it:
The: shore of the lake Was there bold and deep. A cave
could be dug into the hill-side, with a narrow entrance. The
earth taken. from it could be sunk in the deep water of the
lake, and if he was not mistaken, the evergreens growing
thickly along the bank, would effectually screen the'entrance
of the cave from  observation, both in winter and summer.
His advice was adopted.  The company separated, and by
daylight were far'on:their journeys towards their respective
residencs.'Morning dawned,: and, Gordn Glanmore, with a
cousin odf' his, who had tarried'under the pretext of visiting his
uncle's family, fully equipped, sallied forth, ostensibly for thei
purpose'.f hunting, but'i'ealy-f'r the.purpose of repairing io
Saratoga Lake, and eamilinig Snake Hill as a future hiding
place for- the band, who were to carry out the dark resolves
they had formed the preceding night.
They found it all that:ouldtbe des'ired.  It was as it had
been'fepi:erented, an excellent location for them-and" to be
breif, With the: assistance of part of the gang, who Were soon
summrnned, they, by Working: dtulng'the nights- ofthe next
fortniiht;' finished thlieeicikati0 x-ofthe cate.




A ROMANCE OF THE REVOLUTION 
CHAPTER  III.
Plan. of the old Tory for accounting for his son's absence
-Purchase of a horse-pretends to send him to ]estchester -  Glanmore reaches the cave by a circuitous'route, and
becomes the bandit of Snake Hill.
ALL the arrangements at the cave being completed, the next,
and most difficult point to be decided was, as to how they
were to up keep the deception towards the Whiigs.  If they
should retire to the cave, would not those Whigs ewho con.
sidered them  their friendsi inquiir6 where they were gone?  1
their families represented to their Whig neighbors, that they
were gone to the American Army, would not some one of the
lumerous soldiers, who were constantly coming home from the
army, wounded and otherwise, soon acquaint them  with the
fact that they were iln no part of thi Amierican amy?  True,
this might not occur, but still it was positively necessary that
some excuse should be held forth, for the disappearance of
G1a nmore.
HIe would gladly have remained at his home, and rendez.
voused at the cave as occasion required, but a' crisis had now
arrived, whern he must eitler declare himself a Tory openly,
join the American army, or take up his residencepermanently
at the secret cave at Snale Hill. The latter course being of
course resolved on, the following deep laid plot was liit upon
in ordert to satisfyi the curiosity of Glanmore's Whigp neighbors, as well as to lull all suspicions that might possibly be
entertained with reference to him; for in those troublesome
times every man kept a strict watch upon all suspicious
movements of his neighbors, that could' not be strictly accounted
for.  Old Glanmore gave out tliat hie had sonle business of
importance, that must be atfrided to, near the City of New
York; and much as he deplored the stern necessity of the case,
yet he was obliged to send his son to attend to it; and as in those
days there were no steamboats or railroads, the most expeditious mode of performiing the journey would be onhborseback.
In oider effectually to blind the eyes of the Whigs, he went
to one of his neigllbois, and pu'rchased of himi a large and
powerful horse, celebrated for' his speed, that *as to serve hid




10                      GLANMOBE;
son to escape from any English scouts that might possibly fall
in with him, as his business would lead very near the British
lines, above New York.
The day was fixed upon for his departure-he did depart,
but not for Westchester, as had been held out. Mounted on
this powerful steed, he rode away, with friendly greetings of
farewell from  his neighbors -those neighbors who he then
designed to rob and murder, the first opportunity that should
offer.
The old Tory looked after his son, and as one of his Whig
neighbors stood by, brushed a hypocritical tear from his eye,
as he adverted to the possibility of his son being captured by
the British, or'killed by the hand of some ruthless Tory.
Three weeks passed away, and no tidings of Gordon Glanmore were received, At length one fine and cloudless morning,
the self same steed that he rode -away, was seen approaching
the house of one of Glanmore's Whig neighbors, and halting,
bis rider inquired for old Glanmore's residence.
Great was the excitement when it was rumored that a man
from Westchester had arrived with Gordon Glanmore's horse,
that Glanmore had been surprised by a body of British cavalry,
that being wounded, he fell from  his horse, and was captured,
that the horse escaped,and that Glanmore declaring himself
boldly to be a Whig. had been carried to New York, and ias
o.w a prisoner within the British lines.
The man who brought back the horse, also exhibited a letter,
purporting to come from  Glanmore's uncle, who resided in
Westchester.  The letter read as follows:
WESTCHESTER, June, 1777.
Dear Brother,-Your son Gordon arrived here two weeks
since; we were much pleased to hear from you and your family.
I regret that I am  undet the necessity of informing you that
he is a prisoner within the British lines. After tarrying with us
a few days, he set, out to visit the person with whom he was to
transact the business you entrusted to him,  We were greatly
surprised to see the fine horse he rode, come galloping back a
few hours afterwards, with his saddle and bridle on; we caught
the horse, and discovered.blood upon the saddle; we supposed
that poor Gordon had been killed by some of the Tories,.who
are lurking about, and watching every opportunity to destroy
t,...rWhig.- We raisLed a company  and starited oit, 4uppon.fig
that we might possibly find him killed or wounded; not succeedingi however, in finding him, we gave him up for lost.
We wr  ralier ed, however, from  our appre qngions con.
cerning him  -y,:  the receipta fae W-da s a^fte  of the enclose,




A ROMANC:. OfT B REVOLIUTION.             1
letter, that he found iheans of sending to us. By perusing it yo
will get the truth with regard to his disappearance.; I return
the horse by the bearer, a young Wliig neighbor of mine2
Your Biotherl
JAMBS GLAMnIBOU.
JOHN GLANMORE.
The enclosed letter, purporting to come from Gordon Glaninore, after his capture, to his uncle, in Westchester, read' as
foulwrs'
NEW  YORK, June, 1777.
Dear Unlde,-I am now  a prisoner in  New  York. After
leaving your house, I travelled on a few Imiles towards the place
of my destination; suddenly, as 1 emerged from a thick dark
wood, I came full upon a company of:fourteem British horseme.
They ordered me to balt, and immediately oommenced a search
of my person; they accused me of being a^ spy, a soI t  as I
told them I was from Saratoga; finding they were likely to
take me to New, York, I attempted to escape, trusting-that tbh
superior speed: of my:hoase weoud enable me to do so, but
a ball from one of their pistols stunned me,'and Ifelt from my
horse. I was carried to the city, and taken before one of their
officers; disdaining to conce4mr  principles, I owned myself
to be a Whig; I am here in close custody.
You will please acquaint my father, with my situation, as
soon as possible.
Your Nephew,
GORDON GLANMORB.
JAMES GLANMORE.
The neighbors soon flocked to the house of old Glanmore,
to console him in the hour of his affliction, and deeply did they
deplore the loss of so brave a young man, who would' have
been so valuable a soldier in the Continental army. They commended his spirit in not flinching or recanting when brought
before the British officer; and attempted to console him with the
idea that his son, not being taken in arms, would speedily be
released, and return home, when he would have an opportunity
of joining the American army, and wreaking his vengeance on
the dastardly English. The old man appeared inconsolable
for the loss of his son, but as soon as his neighbors were out of
sight, he turned to the man who had brought back the horse, and
with a knowing wink beckoned him to follow to an adjoining
room.
As soon as they were seated, he exclaimed, "Don't you




L2                      GLANMBOREB
think we have hit upon a capital plan for covering Gordon s
absence?''First rate," returned the man, rubbing his hands with
evident delight. "How they swallowed the contents of them
letters; and how'they will be sympathizing with poor Gordon,
in his imaginary imprisonment."' Well," said old Glanmore, "I suppose by this time, you
have got all'things arranged at the cave.?"
"All in order for business,", said the man.
How did Gordon make out in getting there?" said the old
man.
"Oh, capital;" returned the man, "after he left honiehe  kept
on for some distance towards Albany; when he reached the
pine lands on the north of the Mohawk, he plunged into the
woods, and after riding two nights, reached the residence of
one of the band. There the horse was kept in a close stable
until we thought, that time enough had elapsed, to make your
plans seem probable, I was then sent:from the cave toibring
the horse back, and the forged letters and false news."
This plan effectually screened-:Glanmore, from.: suspicion
among his Whig neighbors.




A ROMANCE 01 THBE REVOLUTION.             J3
CHAPTER IV.
Glanmore's secret passion'- the fires of love, jealousy and
revenge, smoulder in his bosom - Caroline  fansfield - her
personal charms —  Glanmore's endeavors to win her —His
rival, George. Rushwood, the widow's son.
OUR hero being now snugly.quartered in his secret cave, at
Snake Hill, and having become invested with the command of
a company of stalwart brigands, it would indeed be out of'the general order of things, if he had left behind him no image
of maiden fair;.that now haunted him  in his solitary cave.
And we trow that many a maiden's heart, has been caused to
beat more quickly, at beholding a bandit chief, less comely and
commanding than he.
We have already said, that avaricious propensities, aided by
the influence of his father, had led him to assume his present
position; but yet it will be seen hereafter, that other sentiments
and passions than those of avarice, exerted a strong and
overwhelming influence over him; and indeed so much was
he influenced by them, and to such an extent did they lead him,
that those acts perpetrated by him, while under their influence,
form by far the most startling, interesting, and romantic part
of his subsequent history... Thesepassions were love, jealousy,
and revenge.  They were aroused in his bosom in early life,
and as the object that.created them seemed to recede farther
and farther from his grasp, they increased in strength, until, at
the period when he took up his quarters at Snake Hill, they
burned with an ardor that nothing short of death itself, seemed
capable of extinguishing. In the same neighborhood with
our hero, lived a young and beautiful maiden; she' was the only
daughter of one of the wealthiest and most influential Whigs
in that section of the country. He was a descendaht,of the
puritans of: New England, of those men who first raised the
standard of the cross on Plymouth rock. In. early, life he married an kEnglish ia4y of wealth, wvh, bringing i,yh her from
her native country,many of those higher and. more refined
accomplishments, that,wre hut,ittle known or practiced by
the wives of backwoodsmen at that time, she irstilled.tFn
into her daughter's mind with such studious care, that when




14                      CLAWMOR *
Caroline Mansfield reached her eighteenth year, she was justly
acknowledged to be the most enlightened and highly accom.
plished young lady within the sphere of her acquaintance.
As we have before intimated, Gordon Glanmore was deeply
in love with this interesting girl, and had he possessed principles of the right stamp, we could find no fault with him for
indulging such sentiments towards her; for in addition to those
accomplishments we have before mentioned, so extremely rare
at that period, especially among the daughters of the yeomanry,
she possessed charms that might have captivated hearts still
less susceptible than that of Gordon Glanmore. True, she did
not possess that.'exquisitely and delicately refined feminine
beauty, that is made,the standard of female beauty by many;
yet, perhaps, this might have been accounted for, by the
peculiar circumstances under which she was reared. For,
although educated in many of the higher and more refined
departments of Literature and Art, yet she had been permitted
to roam freely; with the neighboring farmers' daughters, over
the green fields of old Saratoga, to pull the wild flowers, and
ramble through the deep and dark pine forests in search of such
amusements as are always pleasing and invigorating, to the
true lover of nature, in her pristine purity.  These rural
exercises had given her naturally fine form, an exquisite development, and imparted to her cheek a ruddy glow, that many a
highly accomplished, yet faded and enervated modern young
lady might justly be proud of. Her hair fell in wild, luxuriant
ringlets about her shoulders; and when she bounded with
fawn-like activity, with her young companions, her wild musical laugh seemed to impart to their minds, the same degree of
buoyant happiness that gushed fbrth.from  her own. And if,
when she thus laughed, she showed her English origin, by
displaying a: mouth too wide, to be considered truly elegant,
yet this defect was more than remedied, -by the exposure at the
same time, of a set of teeth, rivalling inpoint of whiteness and
exquisite polish, the purest ivory.
But if in point of personal beauty  ard accomplisments,
Caroline Mansfield outrivalled her young companions, she
certainly, in point of deep discriminating judgment, entirely
transcended and totally eclipsed them.
Glanmore had conceived his passion for her in his boyhood.;
and although his attentions were uncehsing, yet, he totally
failed  to make that favorable impression upon her;! and to
win from her in return for his attentions, that encouraging
smile and manner that he so much coveted.  Knowing her
love for the wild flowers of the forest, he plucked the first
blown, and hastened to present them  to her. Did he in his




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rambles through the forest, discover a bush uncommonly
laden with fruit, it was cut from  its root with the greatest
care, so.that not a single berry might be lost, and conveyed
to her. Did he succeed in capturing a young bird, it was sooh
caged, and taught to sing its sweetest notes for his loved, though
not loving Caroline. Arduously as did our young hero pursue
his object, he not only found himself baffled, but actually had
a formidable rival in the person of George tushwood, a youth
who was the son of a poor widow, residing in the immediate
neighborhood of Glanmore and Miss Mansfield.- His father
was likewise a descendant of the old New England stock, and
fell bravely fighting under the heroic and much lamented Wolf,
on the plains of Abraham. Rushwood was then but an infant;
and to him did his widowed mother cling with all that parental
anxiety, that none but a widowed mother can possibly feel. She
struggled against the bitter'trials'and pinching wants of poverty; and with heroic fortitude, succeeded, in conveying hirm
across the Rubicon of helplessness.
She labored to imbue his mind with correct and noble prinr
ciples; and with the scanty means at her command, succeeded
in giving him the first rudiments of an education.  When he
reached his twelfth year, he saw with what difficulty his widowed mother managed to sustain him; and with the high-souled
purpose of relieving her from  the burden, and contribute
ing to her future support and  happiness,, he resolved at
once to  seek some  business, that might furnish him  with
the means of so doing. To this end he sought employment
from Caroline Mansfield's father, and readily obtained it. This
gentleman was well satisfied with  his industry, and disposition
to please. He observed, moreover, that when at the end of
harvesting, or other laborious job, he giave his "hands. 
"play day," George, instead of mingling vi th hem in huntin
and fishing, their usual avocations at such seasons, always
repaired to his mother's residence and spent the day working iu
her garden, or in making such repairs about her cottage, aO
would render it more comfortable and pleasant; and'when upon
a rainy day, or during a long evening, his other hands would
amuse themselves by dancing or playing cards in an old barn,
or in murdering some tune on an old crazy fiddle, George would
be seen to steal off into some quiet corner, and pore over the
pages of some old book, that had been handed down from his
grandfather's library.
Mr. Mansfield, perceiving the literary taste manifested by
young Rushwood, kindly offered him the privilege of his library,
a privilege which was highly prized by him, and of which he
took the utmost possible advantage.




16                     GLANMQRE;
In a few years Rushwood by his -industry amassed a sufficien.t amount of money to purchase a fifty acre lot, and set
up farming on his own account, in which he was Kindly aided
by Mr. Mansfield.
But his becoming master of the soil upon which he labored,
did not quench his insatiable desire for knowledge. He delighted to roam  through the pages of ancient history; and,
aided by Mrs. Mansfield, mastered the French language to such
an extent as to be able to speak it quite fluently.
Nearly every week did Rushwood repair to the residence of
Mr. Mansfield, to either borrow or return some volume; and is'it strange to relate, that he too actually became deeply smitten
with the charms of the lovely and beautiful Caroline Mansfield?
Glanmore was not insensible of the power of his rival, for
although poor in purse, he was, notwithstanding, rich in intellectual wealth, when compared with him.
He sought to arrest the current of Miss Mansfield's feelings,
That he too plainly saw was setting strongly towards George
Rushwood; and to effect this, lost no opportunity of lessening
him in Miss Mansfield's estimation.
She, however, wisely kept her own coufsel, knowing full
well, that although her father admired the industrious and
sterling qualities of Rushwood, yet his proud, haughty spirit,
vould hever brook the idea of his daughter even looking with
favor upon one who had been a hireling in his house, and who
owed much of his success to his bounty.
And should she endeavor to set up her own will in the
tnatter, in opposition to that of her father, his strict puritanical
notions of a daughter's duty towards a parent, would overwhelm  her with a force perfectly irresistible.  She was too
young to think of receiving the particular addresses of any one,
but yet young as she was, she believed her heart to be irrevocably placed upot George Rushwood; and acting under the
influence of this belief, she received his attentions with a secret
pleasure, that however much she endeavored to conceal, would
occasionally reveal itself, in the tell-tale countenance.




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CHAPTER V.
Glanmore's jealotsy aroused-sends Miss Mansfield a bouquet
-conmes near going mad with excitement —makes a fearful
resolve against (George Rushwood-determines to bide hisd
time.
THU  stood  matters, when these two young imed reached
their twentieth year, 
It was a bright and'beautiful evening, in the month of April,
when a joyous' party were assembled at the house of a farmer
in their immrediate neigiborhoodi!,All the comely young lassies'
it the neighborhood, and indeed for some distan'ee'around, were'
there.,
This was not one of those:fashionable gatheringsi known ast
parties in thlese days of refinement; butn one,-of th^isgather.
mngs  of young people,- knownt, iin' that day as' Spinning Bees."
As our modern young ladies may never harvehad the peasure
of attehdng one of: tlose eonvivial assemblies;  wei will in this
place: -for their especial gratification, endeavor: to give them a
description of this one, ini which. ne, of,oar'heros.w as iparticularly interested.,'As: an introduction, however, we will state,
that the young ladies of that period, when'the-clangor of arms
and the thunder of British and  American artillery reverberated
along the valle ysand a 1o1g8  e1 hills of,ou~ bleed ing country,
were well verged min the use, of certain domestic implements,.
known in common parlance as the'gt'eat and little wheel,".
which said implements,were to be found in nearly every
domicile of our andestors;. but haveyof late years, given place tothe mowe refined and, musical p.iece of fa-tiiitle,i  t wit: the
Piano. Weisaid the moremausieal pieee:of furniture; but yet
perhaps the  wowtanfting r hum of the country rmaiden's;pin-:
ning wheel was qrTte asi pleasing to, the e aa; (since it.ias
connected with visions of "pice. warm,woolen stockings,"
"drugget gowns," and huge "bear skin coats," and long pieces
of linenr, to l' whi4tid'Uptinp'tl6r  velet la nia when the sun's
rays:should  e'ffiee ly:intens'i foil.'th*t" piupoe;) as the
mtiurdletae pefoebimanceS' udn the! pi^',ta;'that nriw greet thei
ear  ef:ttle-ie;deptiai thile pambulating t-he  treets of oit
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18                      fLAN)MOKR;
large cities, and remote country villages; or bore his patience
while calling upon, or visiting those families, where anxious
mammas are crowding their daughters around the piano, for
the purpose of having their horrible performances eulogized,
and of displaying their wonderful dexterity in fingering the
keys; and drawing forth the dulcettsounds of music rare, that
they design one day or other to bring to bear upon the heart of
some susceptible swain..
Be this, however, as it may, an old lady who had several
daughters, h'ad coAe to the conclusion to have a "Spinning
Bee," and the party mentioned had been drawn together in the
usual manner, which was as follows: A. large quantity of
Flax was given out in quantities of several pounds each, to
certain young men about the neighborhood.  They in turn,
distributed this flax, in small quantities, to such young ladies
about the country, as would be likely to attend the "Bee," with
an invitation to attend, at a certain time then specified.
Now if the young ladies accepted the Flax, they of course
accepted the invitation; and it then became their imperative
duty to spin the flax into yarn, and have the yarn and themselves ready, on the day mentioned, to be borne on the cruppers
of their beaux' saddles, to the place where the "Bee" was to be
held; fto in those days when the roads were full of stumps,
travelling on horseback was the'most usual and indeed fashionable mode of progress.
We-would not have our fashionable young friends believe
that our ancestors indulged in any such vulgar occupations as
" spinning yarn," after they had thus " then and there assembled;' true, some old spinsters that were generally " on hand,"
for the. purpose iof receiving the various parcels of " yan,"
would indulge in "spinning" rather "long yarns" oni the
workmanship of the various young ladies, but as those were
nearly analogous to "street yarns," we are of opinion that
a recital of them  would not interest a modern reader.
No, the young people of that day did not indulge in spinning
at parties of pleasure.'And a "Spinning Bee" was strictly
such; but they killed time very much as the,moderns do, principally by endeavoring' to ascertain which of the company
could perpetrate the greatest amount of folly in a given time,
and asfor spinning or any other kind of labor;
i 0 ilo, they never mentioned;_ *
Neither did they masticate "sour grapes" or "nmusty al
monds," or get "-bozy, on "port wine "or "ickampagne"
that had never seensalt water. But they made.a )ple amends
for the want- of these, refined delicacies, by.irirking the pure.




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juieo. of the "red streak,^' anid. miasticatirg "golden'apples,"
that had.been husbanded with. great care "a purpose for the
Spinning Bee," and one very rational amusement of the young
ladies consisted in paring tff the: rind of;the apple, and after
swinging it.a number of times around their heads, throwing it
down, and imagining whalt etter of -the alphabet it most resembled; which said letter the fates decreed, should be the
first. letter of the name of him, who was to be the husband of
the thrower. As for the supper,: it did not consist,.as a popular
writer has asserted' the suppers of the old New Netherlanders
did,'of a dish of fat pork,- and a lump of sugar suspended by a
string, and left swiingng over the-table — but of roasted fowls
and turkeys, huge mince pies, and mountain piles of " sap
cakes," smoking hot,. andsap coffee to' match; and delicate
little china cups of continental tea; that was made'of a shrub
conmmon in the northern coleriiest and furnished the patriotic
ladies who voluntarily banished tea from their,tables, quite a
fragrant substitute therefor,..
A: goodly. number,:as we before said, were congregated at
this. "Spinning Bee,"':but yet there was:evidently a blank.
The reigning, spirit, she who was the cynosure of all eves upon
such occasions, was absent; and although it wag aseason of
gayety and inirthfulness, -.et the. inquiry was frequently repeated, " why iis. s sMansfield not here?" and then the oft
repeated tale' that Caroline' Mansfield was indisposed,: ahd had
been for some time, was eagerly told by some one who wished
to Wmake herself conspicuous by repeating the name bf her who
would have monopolized in, -spite iof herselft the greM'er share.
of attention.had She been, present
And then the remark was made, that, perhaps, Miss Mansfield's not being able to attend the "Bee," was the causloof
George, Rushwoed's notimt beidg feleiad a, ahd thbr' C'ertain sly
hints were: thrown:out in,relation to the. mutual attachment
between  these tvwo. young people.
Gordon Glanmore overheard these remarks, together with
certain additiovns. and: variations, that'reflected upon his own
uinsuccsf~t attachment to the same young lady..They  stung
himi t-ti;  quick;;,his:enjoy mentftoir the balance of thehevening,
was blasted and withered, underthe influenceof the reflection
that his hated ahd despised Irival,.the poor old widow Rushbrook's son, had so far supplanted: him, that it' had become the
subject of jocular remark'among'his you g associatLes.    e
endeavored. t thr  w;       his sad xeftietins, blt his ffortsi Iere
of no avail; hear.tur     bQme.;FiFainarO ery.amiae.:, of, inded,
enviable oaqdi
The next lmrng Wa- was oe iof: ithosemild:April mOrnings,




when the dwelling buds, and Wild floWerg, peeritig foito awtrrng
the withered and: strewn foliage of the preceding yedr, warh us
that nature is about to appear again, robed  in garments of
green, and bedecked with brilliant flowers, The mild zephyr
gently fanned the cheek, and, sported witht th'e glossy locks'of
Gordon Glanmore, as he wended hisi wav across the broad fields
of his fathei's domain, towards an enclosure; wherein was confined a flock of snow-white lambs, that were gayly ospoting
around- their dars.'He fed his father's flock,'and; as- he Was
returning towards'home,:-he passed throutgh a small piece obf
woodland, where, upon a bank, a;bove a mulrnuring brook, he
perceived upon the sunny side, a few  scattering wild flowers.
The gentle murmur of the sparkling waters, that seemed leaping along over the pebbly bottom for:very:joy, the distant roar
of the Mohawk, that was now;swollen and rapid, and came
wafted on thd wings of the mild south.westerly breeze, a}l contributed to soothetiis troubled spirit intbcalmness. He plucked
the wild flowers; and, as he arranged thetn into a bouqutet a
thought struck himn   He recollected that his sistei had expressed an intention of calling on lMissa Mansfield that Very
morning; he would send the bunch' of wild flowers' to her by
the hands of his sister, with his complimernts.
When he returned to the house, his sister already had on her
bonnet and4 shawl;: handingther the bduquet, hereqtested herto
present it to Miss' Mansfield,' as the first: fdrtl'offering of the
season.
Wbeni hisi, sister retat'ed' homer be, te'qired:after Miss
Mansfield's health, and, at,the same time, whether she seemed
pleased with his floral offering.  But, alas! the tidings she
broghtlt'tly added another, and  more bitter pang, to' his
heart.
George Rushwood had been there but a fews momeats before
she arrived.  He had also brought an offering of the first Wild
flowers of the season.  They were carefulHy placed in a sniall
vase.
Start not, gentle reader, nor think: that! this-maitte of giving
and receiving simple wild flowers, wsit a ohildigh, 6rran insipid
thing, Did'you ever' -ead tihe,beautifil linei of Tuckerman:
"One wild flower from tie path of lqve,
All Iwly' though it lie,
Is;dearer than tie Wreath that waVes,
To stern ambition's eve."'
When she presinted'GftmtrOs- bo6uQet  MiNs'Mansfild.recived therwith; ain rsmniile, tnid ^ieedi the    ri in  st all
work-table by which she was sitting, without b64oihg:    d'on
them the aid she' had- uibnj'thos' redvel id' Fit'RushWisd.




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Clanmore left the house with a.palpitating-heart; the' blood
forsook his cheek.. He wandered on he knew not where; across
the fields, through the forest glade went he;-endeavoring to
come to some definite. conclusion in regard to this affair of
love.  Deep and bitter were the denulnciationshegave vent
to, in muttering tones, with clenched fists and grating teeth.
The worst passions of the human heart' were aroused in him.
Sometimes he reoolved to do one thing, and sometimes another.
To challenge George Rushwood to mortal combat, or by some
grand stratagem  to undermine his character, ardx bring his
name so far beneath the overwhelming waves of public scorn,
that he could never rise from —-their blasting influence.
Before he actually knew where he was going, or how far he
had wandered, he found'himself beyond the residence of Mr.
Mansfield.  With feelings of extreme mortification, he turned
back into the highway,-andd wended his way homeward. As
he passed the house of Mr. Mansfield, he could not refrain from
looking towards the window, to catch, if possible, a nod of
recognition from the object of his solicitude.  But, instead of
getting even a glimpse of Miss Mansfield, he beheld.the bouquet
he had arranged with so much care, lying near the door, where
it had been thrown by some sacrilegious hand.  " Can it be
possible," he mentally exclaimed, "that Miss Mansfield has
shown such a striking and absolute preference for Rushwood?"
He would know immediately; and, upon some slight pretence,
he entered the house, where almost the first object that met his
view, was the flowers presented by his rival.  He was almost
paralyzed; the blood mounted to his temple4, n4d  -he was on
-the point of giving- vent to a torrent of invective against the
character of his rival.
But, suddenly checking himself, he made some enquiries of
Mr. Mansfield. about certaia farm stock, that he alleged had
strayed from  his father's premises, and left the house, vowing
to be revenged upon his successful rival.  As he went along,
he recollected that asanguinary war was then existing between
Great Britain and his native: country.. Theday wopld soon
~enm  when his rival, as he was a Whig, would be obliged to
-nter the-army. Possibly he mightbe slain there;.bt if he was
not, he, yes, he, might, under the circumstances, kill him with
impunity; -as, according to the theory of Toryism, there was no
moral turpitude attached  to the act of killing a  Whig. He;would wreak his vengeance upon him, before. the close of the
war, and then the way to Caroline Mansfield's heart would bp
oen to him. 
With this resolve he determined to bide his time; and whei
his fatleh urged ppon.him -the propriely  f not joining.the




i22^B  ~GLANMORE;
British army, after George Rushwood had expressed a detirmination to enlist under the American banner,. he.listened with
a great degree of satisfaction to his plans, as by being in that
position, he could keep spies upon Caroline, and, if matters were
likely to come to a final issue between her and Rushwood, he
could, he trusted, find means of putting an end to him, and thus
prevent their union.  This being the state of his mind, at the
time he entered his subterranean quarters at Snake Hill) it is
easy to conceive that other passions than that of avarice, had
a strong and controlling influence over hinm.
CHAPTER  VI.
George Rushwood's  Whig Principles-  Glanmore conceals
his deadly Enmity to Rushwood -  ifakes frequent: Visits at
Mansfield's   Philosophizes on the probably favorable termination of his Love matters-~-Rushwood resolues to join the
American; Army -His Jfother opposes him! at first, but,
fiinaly lencourages him-  Takes a Solemn Leave of her 
Calls on JMiss JMansfield-  Their Secret Betrothal-Takes
leave of her, and goes to the American rArmy.
THE future fortunes of Glanmore and.Rushwood having now
become blended, it will be necessary to take a retrospective
view of-the cn6duct of Rushwood, with reference to the fierce
struggle for independence.
When, in the spring of 1775, the news of the battle of Lexington spread through the country, every heart was aroused.;
and, among the youth whose hearts beat in unison with. the
struggling Coloniist~, none took a" more manly, open,; and d;cided stand than George Rushwood.
His extensive reading had made him  acquainted with the
principles of democratic liberty; and with: studious care he
kept himself constantly informed of all the leading nmotenmets
of those patriots, who: were thundering. thieir.anathenas in the
legislative halls of the different coloies, against British usurpation-s.
Mr. Mansfield also held opinions of the same character,;and
during the exciting period that preceded the campaign:o.
Burgoyne, no one  was more welcome at his house than
Rushwood.
His daughter was found, also, warmly advocatingthe prinm
ciples of:;freedom.
Glanrmore was, during ttsis  time,  i frequent visitol, at th




A ROMANCE OF THE REVOLUTION.               23
house of Mr. Mansfield; and, when the conversation turned
upon public affairs, he did not scruple to openly declare himself
as deeply sympathizing with the Whigs; although, at heart, as
base a Tory as ever polluted the free air of America.
He was, at times, nearly beside himself with the fierce
passions of love, jealousy, and revenge, all pent up and smouldering in his bosom at once, yet since he came to his last fearful
resolve of taking the life of Rushwood before the close of the
war, he managed to control himself with such extreme caution
and apparent coolness, that no one suspected' him of maintaining toward his rival, any very decided bitter feelings; he was
aided in this by the reflection that although Miss Mansfield
manifested a decided preference for Rushwood, yet he knew
the feelings with which her father looked down upon him, and
he firnmly believed that he would not consent to his daughter's
marrying one so much beneath her in point of pecuniary wealth.
He trusted, therefore, that he could accomplish the ruin of Rushwood before the close of the war, and until that time he feared no
decided steps, on the part of Miss'Mansfield, with regard to
matrimony, as at that period so undecided were people with
reference to the final issue of the war, especially on the northern
borders near Canada, that they thought more about the prospect of being butchered, especially the Whigs, by the hands of
the prowling Tories, the British soldiery, and the fierce savages
attached to the British interest, than they did of  marrying,
or giving in marriage.'"
lie laid it down therefore as a self-evident truth, that Miss
Mansfield would be unmarried at the close of the war,: and if
he could succeed in destroying his rival, and concealing his
opposition to whig principles from her father, he should then
have the field entirely to himself, and besides, he would ha'v
the influence of her father in his behalf, as hhe. hd in sundry
ways manifested a tacit willingness that his daughter should
receive his addresses.
Rushwood adhered to his whig principles With the utmost
ardor, and in the Spring of 1777, the same year that Glanmore
became the bandit of Snake Hill, resolved to join the American
army, and assist his struggling countrymen in arresting the
course of Burgoyne. and:th' British allies.  He made his intentions known to his mother, who, although a strong advocate for
freedom, wavered at'first when she recollected that her husband,
but a few brief years before, had fallen in the French war.
The mangled and bleeding corpse of her dailing son rose up in
imagination before her, and although at, the same time s9he
could reasonably suppose that he might return to her unharmed,
and crowned' with laurels won in defence of the rights of hii




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native land, yet the feelings of the nother for a time prevailed
over those of the patriotic woman.
But when the news came that Burgoyne was actually advancing-when the inquiry among the inhabitants of the country
that lay in the track he designed to pursue-began to be,
whether they should rush spontaneously to arms, and repel
their boasting invaders; or whether they should fly with their
families into New  England;-MIrs Rushwood hesitated no
longer: "go," said she to her son, "go, George, and fight manfully the battles of your country-go, for although you may
face death in a thousand forms, yet I feel assured that the
cause in which you will be engaged is a righteous one;I am
also assured that God is the God of battles, as well as the God
of peace, and that your life is in his hands, whether amid the
thunder and crash of battle, porpeaceably turning the furrows
upon your farm-yes, go, my son, and imitate the proud example of your departed sire, who fell in the front rank, bravely
leading on his followers to victory."  And George Rushwood
did go-yes, he went forth to face the proud and vauptipg hosts
of Britain.
Never did the sun shine upon a more glorious morning than
that of the first day of June, 1777, when he took his departure
from his humble yet happy home.  He determined to join the
cavalry, as there seemed to be something more consonant with
his nature in the idea of charging the enemy, mounted upon a
noble steed.
aEarlyopn-that morning he wended his way across his little
farm  towards a field in which his only horse, a strong and
active bay, was cropping the green herbage at his leisure.  As
he went along, he surveyed his well-fenced inclosures, and
gazed at many a huge stump from  vhich the mighty forest
tree had been hewn by his own stalwart arms; these inanimate objects, with which he had grown familiar, seemed now like
so many old and familiar friends, from  whom he was to part
perhaps forever; and it seemed to him, as though the thrush
that had been accustomed to repeat his whistle, as he trudged
merrily along behind his plough, sung in a more plaintive strain
than usual, and when he reached the bars, that led out of the
lot wherein his petted steed was grazing, and whep the gallant bay came bounding up to him expecting his us'al dainty
bit of salt or corn, he heaved an involuntary sigh, as he thought
of the terrible fate that perhaps awaited both horse and master:
and as he led the noble and docile beast forth. from his peaceful pasture, he mentally exclaimed,' Ah, poor Ponipey!I fear
that you will never again be permitted to, gr;e these litt9
fields of mine; btut still, if you behave y'ufrelf tight gaanllrti,




A ROMANCE  OF THRE -REVOLUTION.           e,and bear mi (hrougah the' carnage'of battle unharmed. til
smiling peace again dawns upon our country, you shall be a
pensioner, and roam at will over the green fields of my little
%arrn."
When his sleek and restive horse was fastened at his mother's
door, he entered her.hmble abode, and slowly commenced
packing his valise-not a word was spoken either by hi'm or
-his mother-with mechanical precision she moved about, and
placed before him such articles as she had prepared for him, —and when he had enveloped his tall manly form in the uniform
of a trooper, she Opened a chest, and.tool therefirom a; heavy
Ateel-scabbard: sword-the sword of her husband, that'had
been brought back to her by the hands of la fellow-soldier of
his-all red with the blood 6f'th  foean:l —She  approached
her son-she buckled it: upon him with her own hands- aut
yet she spoke not-no, that mother's heart was too full for utter,
ance-she was about to' offer her only child, her darling child a
sacrifice upon the altar of her country, and although she acted
upoi the faith of a high and stern sense of. duty, yet her heart
was well-nigh bursting-the fountain of her tears seemed frozen,
dried up, and when- she kneeled to offer up a prayer to the
most high God, in behalf o-f her son who was now about to go
forth to the battle-field —Ah,.andl;when he too- kneeled by
her side-~-her heart was yet too full.for utterance, silefity -she
addressed tne throne of-grace, and when that silent yet eloo
quent prayer was ended, she embraced the manly, athletic
form of her beloved son, she received the warm farewell pressure of his lips; and when he mounted his noble steed, that
curveted gayiy away, as if proud of his burden and mission,
she watched him  with sealed lips, until his horse turned an
angle in the road, skirting a piece of woodland, and was lost
to view..$he stood _ tratisfixed for a few monments, and then slowly
entered her dwelling. The heart that was well-nigh broken
now  found relief-tears flowed down those careworn and
furrowed cheeks, and when She had wept herself into calmness,
she knelt, and long and fervently did she pra: that if it should
please her heavenly pa-rent,'he would vouchsafe to return to
her arms, her only-her beloved son.
Let those who talk of disunion as a mere business affair, as
a mere question of dollars and cents, pause in their reekless
career, and looking back,through the vista.of years behold the
mighty struggles;' the. deep heart-struggleg; the self-denials;
the sufferings; the hardships; the sacrifices. of'the best and
bravest blood of the country;-in;order.to buil dup the union.'f these United States;. and then let them check themselves,




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ere, with a' high.wrought sectional and fanatical enthusiasri
they seek to sunder those sacred ties between the states that
were cemented with the blood of thousands iof patriots, and
sealed with the tears of thousands of suffering widows and
orphans.
When Rushwood came opposite Mr. Mansfield's house, he
could not resist the desire of once more beholding Caroline, of
hearing her say farewell, and of receiving from her one more
of those sweet and encouraging smiles, that should nerve his
arm in the hour of danger.
He halted at the door, and dismounted. Entering the house,
he found Caroline alone; her father and mother having gone to
attend the funeral of a friend.
" Why, really, George," said Miss Mansfield, "you present
quite a soldier-like, appearance; one would suppose that yod
were actually going to the army."
"I supposed," said George, "'that it was notorious in the
neighborhood that I was. about to join the army; and if you
are not aware of it, I now tell you, in all sincerity, that I am
now actually on my way to the American camp."
Caroline turned pale; vainly she strove to hide her emotion 
it was evident, that the news fell like a thunderbolt upon her
She had, it is true, heard George frequently say that he should
join the army; but, then, she did not suppose that he would
volunteer, especially as his mother would be left unprotected.
She more than half suspected, upon consideration, that he was
jesting with her, and finally recovering her composure, she
said, "So you are really on your way to the army?"
I am, positively," said George; "and I could not resist the
temptation of calling on your family as I went along.  I wished
to say farewell to yourfather, and, to assure him, that if I
should never return, I should carry down to ihe grave a warm
sense of gratitude, for the many deeds 6f kindness and benevolence, that he has manifested both towards me and my widowed
mother."
"And did you not wish to say farewell to mother and me?"
said Caroline.. I certainly shall be jealous, George," at the
same time looking him iarchly'in the face.
" Never fear for me, Carolme,":said! George, gayly; "1 shalU
carry your image with me -on the field of battle, and if a sense
of your distinguished favor does not lead me;,to deeds of noble
daring, then banish me'forever from your memory."
"You speak right gallantlyj sir'knight," said Caroline, imi,
tating George's manner;." and if my image is indeed so deepiy
graven on your heart, tha.tit::will arise before ybu amid the
roar of battle, then take; this real image of mnyself, (at the same




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time handing him a miniature painting of herself, set in a gold
locket,) and wear it as a token of past and future friendship,
betwien yourself and me."
George took the miniature with a trembling hand.  Wild
and tumultuous were the feelings that pervaded his bosom. —
Did Caroline- Mansfield really and sincerely love him, or was it
merely the romantic idea of having her miniature borne through
thy field of battle by a soldier, that had prompted her to proffer
him that beautiful talisman?
He would decide the matter now.  Yes, before he mingled
in the strife of battle, he would know whether his long and arduous attachment to this lovely and beautiful girl, was reciprocated on\her part, or not.
"Caroline," said he, assuming a more serious air, "nothing
on earth could afford me greater pleasure, than to be permitted
to wear so beautiful an image of yourself; but, then "-and he
paused-" could I be permitted to wear it in another and nearer
character than that of a mere fiiend."Caroline blushed deeply, and Was evidently much agitated.
In a moment, George was by her side; and what he said-is
not, dear reader, for us to write, or you to read; but this much
we can assure you, that before another hour had passed upon
the rapid wing of time, that always, as I presume you know by
experience, flies more rapidly with lovers at such moments,
than it does with people under other circumstances, they were
betrothed. But why so speedily betrothed? After George had
been accepted by Miss Mansfield, she informed him that her
father, having perceived that she was inclined to favor him, in
preference to Gordon Glanmore, who constantly persecuted her
with his attentions, had forbid her receiving his attentions, or
holding any intercourse with him.  That previous to Glanmore's going to Westchester, he had actually solicited her hand
fiom her father; and that she believed the matzh between herself and Glanmore had been finally settled between his parents
and hers; and that when he returned home, they would endeavor to urge her into a marriage with him, to which she had
resolved never to submit.
"I commend your course," said George; "and should do so,
if I was not a party interested, for I more than half believe
that he is a traitor to his country, and that instead of now being a prisoner in New  York, he is either attached to some
prowling band of Tories, or else in the British army."
"I am resolved, at all hazards," said Caroline, " not to marry
him, as I believe him to be totally void of correct principles."
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your marrying him  immediately, if he should return home
soon?"
"Then I will tell them, at once," said the heroic girl, "that
my heart and hand are betrothed to you."
No particular time was agreed upon between the lovers, for
the consummation of their vows, as that was a point depending
entirely upon subsequent circumstances.  The issue of Burr
goyne's expedition was first to be known; and, besides, George
might possibly be slain, or fall under the influence of som,
camp sickness.  But,'at all events, Caroline Mansfield was to
become his wife, whenever the war closed, if he was permitted
to return alive.
He pressed a warm  parting kiss upon. the lips of the lovely
Caroline, and vaulting into his saddle, galloped away, with a
light heart and a firm resolve,,to win laurels upon the battle.
field, that should entitle him to the respect of her father, or per.
ish in the attempt.
Caroline watched his course, with a palpitating heart, until,
descending a slope in the distance, he gradually disappeared
from her sight.  When his "nodding plume" could no longer
be seen, she turned away and fell into a profound reverie, that
was only broken by the return of her parents.




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CHAPTER VII
Glanmore's band organized at the Cave-Assumes, with his
band, the disguise of Indians- His cousin'returns from his
father's house- Having all things ready, they set; ou on their
first Expedition-Mynheer Von Climp —His wife's garrulitT
betrays' tc the robbers th^ secret vault in which his money iS
secreted- G-lanmore and his party attack his house, murder
him and his wife, and carry bff his noney.
WHEN (Jlanmore had collected his whole band at the cave,
and got h sufficient qartitiy'of provisions, arms, and ammunitions in store, the next consideration wis, as to what disguise
they should assume, in order not to be recognized, in the event
of being met by any person while on their costiemplated nightly
expeditions.
It was finally ageed, to adopt the India'n dress.  That would
be a strong safeguard to theim, for thd inhabitants of lhe surrounding country would suppose that they Were- a band of predatory Indians, that had ventured out fron the British army,
and in case of pursuit,' A*Ould rever thiink of looking for them
in the immediate neighborhood.
For a whole week after assemrbling at the cave, they were
employed during the night, in enlarging their quarters, and
digging the shaft extending to the root; of the lofty hollow pine,
that was to serve as a ventiiatof.
During this time, they slept durfipg:the day; but, sleeping
days and working nights at subterraneous digging, ill comr
ported with the views of thes  me n.h  They had embarked in
their wicked and murderous scheme with a view of wresting
gold from those who: might happen to posies~ it, without regard
to any laWs or rules of condtlct', hniaiai'"o  divine; and, it was
with the greaiest difficultyv thatr Gatimore could restrainr them
frotn making sbrties against the neighboring:'Whig fatnilies,
antil the man wtho had been sent to his falthei's house with his
horse, returned.  He' finally returned, and assured the gang,
that the false riew/ and letter he had carried, had'gdbceeded to
- chaTrm in allayiig all s~picibionsas to Gl'nmore's'absence;
and that they realty:betleVedhi'ti'no, to be a prisonier within
the Bitish lines; ~and;morever, that Glarrtnre's father had




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pointed out to him the residence of an pld Dutchman, who was
supposed to have money hoarded in his house.  It was forthwith decided, by the bandits, that an attempt should be made
the next night upon the house of the old Dutchman.
Mynheer Von Clump was descended directly from  the old
New Netherlands stock, and by means of persevering industry,
aided by his industrious vrow, had succeeded in clearing up a
large farm in old Saratoga. Being free fiom debt, he converted
his crops into hard cash, and hoarded it.ir his, house with a
miserly spirit; and if he ever bowed in devotional, worship,
it was when he kneeled down beside a large oaken chest, that
contained a shining pile of dollars.  This chest was concealed
in a vault dug in the darkest corner:of his cellar,,a small room
being partitioned off in that corner, and kept carefully locked,
ostensibly for the purpose of securing sundry barrels of old
whisky and cider, from  the insidious attacks of his workmen;
a.s well as to preserve his vrow's krout,i sweetmeats and liverwort, from  the attacks of rats; but really for the purpose of
screening all eyes (except his own and those of hiisvrow) from
the secret door, that led to the vault, directly underneath, where
were deposited his hoarded and much beloved hard dollars,
Never did Mynheer seat himself with greater satisfaction upon
the rustic seat in front of his!substantial log-house, than on the
evening of the fifteenth of June, 1777.  As the smokeascended
in curling clouds from  hiswell-blackened, pipe, he surveyed his
broad fields, all covered with luxuriant grass and wheat;; and as
the twilight faded away, he recounted,o his-vrow,, with evident
delight, the excellent sale he had that day made, of a large quan.
tity of oats, to an agent of the American army; and going into the
house, counted over and over again the notches he lad cut on a
stick he kept for the p.urpos,,denoting the number.of dollars,
the proceeds of his oats, that he had that day deposited in his
oaken chest.  But the hour for retiring drawing nigh, Mynleer
cautiously fastened his doors-more' cautiously now than. formerly-first, because his workmen sleptin their owp houses, at
some distance from his; and lastly,,because his arm  had los,
much of its former strength and:agility; and at this time, no
man was sure, when he laid down at:night, whether he might
not be robbed and.murdered before morning.  After fastening
his doors and windows-which last appurtenances gave.hin no
great trouble, as they did not abound in.,ery great profusiotk,
in the log-cabins otfthe early setuleris  h t tookl  a lgSli id aJ!dale, and went cautiously down;into his. cellar, through the
locked door of the partitioned rooem, and.down phe dark steps
of his vault.  Opening thechest, he placed the candle in such
a position as to dispayy.the,shia.ingpile in the, bottom of the




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chest.  He rubbed his hands in ecstacy, and ejaculated, " 0!
mien Got! vat a pig pile of tollars den!"  But, alas! this was
the last time, but one, that ever Mynheer was to look upon his
pig pile of tollars." He continued gazing upon his money
for a few minutes, occasionally.taking up a handful, and letting
them drop back one by one, listening to the music they made,
with as much delight, as any modern lover of music ever listened to the notes of the Swedish Nightingale.
Carefully locking the:chest, and fastening all the doors about
the cellar, he drew a mug of cider and returned to his capacious
kitchen; when he and his vrow again filled their pipes, to indulge, for a few moments before retiring, in the luxury of
"shmoking and trinking cuyter den."
The soothinginfluence of the "shmoke and cuyter" softened
the hearts and unloosed the tongues of Mynheer and his wife.
"Mynheer," said Mrs. Von Clump, "if we should ever be
so blest, as to git over dis plaguey war, den, mit de Englishmens -
" Well, mien vrow, vat den?" said Mynheer.
"Vy, den," said Mrs.. Von Clump, "ye vould pild a pig
house, mit pig vinders, and paint it mit white all round."
"Vell, den,' said Mynheer, "how you get money to pild
such pig house mit?"
"Vy, I goes right down cellar, den, I turns the cuyter barrel
round, I goes to the krout barrel,, and turns him over the liverwust piggin, and I finds von little door, I turns dis little door
over, and den I sees a pig chest, mit pig pile of tollarsin. 1
goes right down into the chest, and unlocksrhim mit de pig
key, dat carries himself in Mynheer Von Clump's pig pockit,
I den takes out from de pig chest von thousand, tollars, and
more as dat, five hundred;: and I sends Mynheer Von Clump
away after the saw mill as makes de poards, and so I pilds,
von pig house.
" Veil, den," responded Mynheer, "If I know you pe sich a
womans, I never marriet you, den, but I would go right off and
marrit Ratrina Von Troukles."
While this interesting conversation was progressing between
Von Clump and his amiable wife, a dark form, enveloped in an
Indian blanket, was peering, in upon them, through a cranny in
the old log kitchen, overhearing every word that passed between, them, and gaining a tolerable fair, knowledge, from Mrs.
Von CluAniip'. description, of the exact.location of ithe old Dutchman's money. IMynheer, having finished  "shmoking" his
pipe, took another cautious look all around,,at his, doors and
windows; -and, finally,, under the sQothipg infuence of th
" shneQke and cuyter, fell into a profound sleep, with his vrow;




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khd, to dream of huge piles of shining dollars-and she, of building a " pig house, mit pig windows, painted white all round,
den."  The dark form watched all the movements of Mynheer
and his wife-and, after becoming satisfied that Mynheer was
asleep, as he overheard hirm snoring luxurianitly, stole softly
across a field adjoining Mynheer's house, on the north, and
came to a dark piece of woodland.  He uttered a low whistle'
and was immediately surrounded by Gordon Glanmore and the
balance of the band.  He recited to his eager listeners all that
he had overheard; and wit:h high hopes'of successful plunder,
they stole softly across the field, and halted a few rods in the
rear.of Von Clump's house.  As they stood sitentily listening,
in'order to be assured thet to one Was travelling along the
road, or moving about the premises, Glanniore's hiart began to
fail h1im.  What had poor old' Von Clump ever done to him ot
his, that he should thus invade, with a band of robbers, his
peaceable home at midnight.?.Nothing, most assuiredly..  But
yet he had money! 0, yes! he had enough-he believed himr
to be a Whig; and that Yas a sufficient excuse, in the estimafion of a Tory, at that day, for the perpetltation of the amost
revolting crime.
The band, all armed to the teeth,'were now silently arranged
about the house;-one was placed at each window  and door,
arid the balance were stationed at-the maiht dooi, not, however,
Without first trying the outsilde cellar-door, to find if it avas tiot
possible to reach thle spot described by Mr's. Von Clump, without
arouirig the sleeping Von Clurtp, whose snoring could be- distinctly heard; but Mynheer had fastened it too carefifly. Thle
main body then stepped back a few  paces from  thb house;
and one of them knocked loidly at the door. Von Clump started, awoke and listened;-the loud  knrock being repeated, hd
sprang from his bed ahd' demanded" who was' thee?"' He
was answered "an acquaintance, who has come a longdistance
to se  tiui, a.id got belated oh the road."' Dunder and blitten,"
ivhispe-ed Von Clump to his wife, " I beliefs its some robber, a'
vants my monies."  " Phew, Mynhee'! you ish alway: tinkjng
spout peing ropt," said MA';sVton Cliimp; "'liht a candle den,
aimd go along den and open' de door'
Mynieer, however;firsit went to the wrindow, aid  peering
ott into the dalkrkess, eouild s6e nothing except Aa irngle fomri
near the door; peVeeiving by the v6iee an and    gdith ge 6f thd'tidividual' that he was an American, he took courage, and
Softly opeted'the door, irl[ending to peet -ittio thle fa& e df:ht
st-anger, and if his appeartc  did  not stitt hkim, to'lhtitd fthl
dobr;uponr him.  Myfih. ef~ hiad nd-'6onte`'rleb!  d;the' dO''
fiom itsistri&ings:, thai;five ien, iil'lridian'drespkang agaitfs




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it, and poor Mynhe~er was knocked flat upon the floor. He
was instantly seized, and a handkerchief tied tightly over his
mouth, and his arms pinioned by cords, with which the band
were always provided. Mrs. Von Clump, frightened almost
out of her senses, was commanded to get back into bed, and
threatened, with a drawn sword pointed at her heart, that if
she made any noise above her breath, they would run her
through instantly; the poor old woman nestled down under the
bedclothes;two men kept guard over her, while others ran.
sacked the house, to discover if any other persons were in it.
After having satisfactorily ascertained that no other, persons
were in the house but Von Clumpiand his wife, they called the
balance of the gang, and placed one at each side of the house;
and one at some distance each way on the road to keep a lookout.  They next, after convincing Von Clump that they would
murder him if he made any noise or resistance, took the bandage
from his mouth, placed him in a chair, and with their dtawn
swords pointed towards him, demanded where his money was
concealed.
" I tell you, shentlemen Injins, I has got no money."
The demand of the robbers being repeated, Von Clump -invariably answered, "I tell you shentlemen Injins, I has got no
money."
"T'here is no use of losing time in parleying with him," said
one of the band; "for whoever saw an old Dutchman that
would not sooner part with his life than his money."
"Come, old fellow," said Glanmore, "you shall pay for
your obstinacy, for if you have any rusty dollars aboutt here,
you shall see us take them before your eyes."
So saying, they laid hold of the old man and hauled him
along to the spot where his coat lay, and there in a secret
pocket they found two keys.  They then proceded to the
cellar, taking Von Clump with them, unlocked the door,
and searched for the "leetle door" mentioned by Mrs. Von
Clump; at length, after removing an old krout barrel, and
sundry other articles, they found a spot that emitted a hollow
sound. Removing a few inches of dirt that was carefully
packed over it, they discovered a trap-door, just large enough
to admit the body of a large man to pass through.'The key
taken from Von Clump's pocket fitted the lock that confined
it —they opened it and one of the gang descended. There was
the chest spoken of by the old woman, the money must be: here;
how lucky, thought they, to find it so soon.  The chest was
opened, and lo! the shining dollars came forth. The robbers
gloated over it -they scooped it out of the chest and threw it
into a bag-they probed around in the earth, at the bottom: o
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91^               ~L~oLAWXO~K;
she vault-there might be other vaults-mcte money ooneealhd
there —but there was none-there stood five midnight robbers,
painted and plumed to represent savages —savages that would
disdain to commit such deeds for gold.  And there too, stood
Von Cump-he who had for long years been striviing and toil.
mg to collect that bag of dollars, now about to disappear from
his possession for ever. He, who had prized that pile of dollars
beyond anything on earth, or in heaven-yes, he stood there,
andr stared with a fixed unearthly gaze at that bag of dollars
and! uttering a wild exclamation, feli down by the bag, grasping
it with a death-like firmness, seeming determined, despite the
efforts made by the robbers to release his grasp, to cling to it
while life remained.
Finding that they could not release his hold, they consulted
about what they should do with him;-one was for shooting
him down in the vault; another was for killing him and burying him. in the vault; but one of the oldest of the gang,
stepping up to Glanmore, whispered in his-ear,' You are our
leader, you must set the example;-you know the motto,' Dead
men tell no tales' "
Glanmorare turned deadly pale, his hands,- as yet, had never
been stained: by human blood; he hesitated to slay a fellow.
creature in cold blood, but the rest of the gang calling loudly
for the old man's life, he drew  his tomahawk, and with one
bhow dashed out the unfortunate man's brains,  Von Chlmp
seeming lost to everything but his money, exhibited his "ruling
passion strong in death," and continued his grasp even after
the. pulsations of his heart had ceased. They tore the bag
from his grasp, all besmeared with the blood of their victim,
and tumbled his body-into the chest from which they had taken
the nmney* When they were about to leave with their booty,
perceiving that the blood fell in. drops from  the bag, they dew
termined to procure another one for the money, and in the
meantime concluded that it would be good policy to dispatch
the old woman, and put her into the. chest with the old man, as
in all probability they were the only persons who knew of the
existence of this subterraneous vault,
Two of the company were dispatched to assist those who
guarded the old lady, in bringing her down; but this was unI
tiecessary; for when they came to raise the bedclothes fiom her,
they found the vital spark extinct.  She, probably half dead
with atfright, being so snugly inclosed in the bedclothes, expired
in consequence of the exhausted atmosphere in the closely con
fined bed, there not being sufficient air to re-invigorato her
itter she swooned,   The old woman's "dying of her own act
oird," aasthe elated robbers called it. was a great relief ta the




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gang. They packed her body into the chest along with her
murdered husband, and shutting the lid. tihtly, and locking it
came out with the hag of money, careftilly reanoving all bka
from their hands and. eet,. so as to leave no, stains about th.
house. They then closed the. smaJl trpp-door, placed the dir
over it, and put. the article  that were on:, i;*, eactly the samn
position as they found them.  They carried awaythe. keys; 
the trap-door, and threw them into Saratoga lake-fastened thqb
house, and made good their way back to their cave at Snake
Hill, coming there just as the grey dawn was appearing in the
East.
The next morning, whein uo^,raup's hands came to their
accustomed work, they were surprised to findno. one about the
house. -Theq supposed.that perhaps the eld. gentleman atad hi
wife had been summoned to attend the sick bed of pne of their
children, who lived at no great distanoe.  Finally, discovering
the horses were all in the field, and the wagon in. its accustorned
place, they became alarmed; and forcing open the door, searched all. over the house for the old people. Failing to find them,
they mounted the horses, and rode away to the old map's
neighbors, and from thence to the several abodes of his children.  The whole oountry, for riles around, was aroused, but
no traces of Mynheer Von Clump and his wife could be found.,
The neighboring people were unanimously  of the 0opinio0
that they had  been robbed, murdered, aad. secreted  by
some one, but who had committed the deed, no one coul4
tell. Von Clump's children themselves, Wre, not aware of
the existence of the seclude4 vault in their fatgxheAeial;; aad
when the neighbors woudi have probed the cellar with a crowbar, to. ascertain whether anything was secreted there, and ii
so, if it had recently been removed, they assure4 them.that, the
was:nothing in ite  umor's about their ate  aviin g  mo ney
buried in his cellar.  The house was thoroughly searched, the
country was scoured, but no traces of the old people weredicovered until some years afterwards.
Von Clump's children, being thoroughly imbubd with superstition, and always believing:the' fiather ani mrothe  to be a
wizard and witch, and to have had.deqalings withthe ev.ilone,,
expressed the opinion confidently among themjves, that "dew
duyvel " had whisked the old people off. S,.strongly were they
impregnated with this belief, that none of themi  suld ever after-~
wards live in the house. The farm was solgand, a few years
after the Revolution, the proprpietsr, p endeavorng to erect a,
new house upon the old fou,4ation, attempe  t erdarge and
deepen the cellar, when lo  the vault was dis;Cvered  y by
and his workmen. There, too, stood an old, oaken, mouldy




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chest.. All the stories in relatiop to old Von Clump's money
ind hidden treasures, tere recalled.  With breathless haste and
~ger hands they broke"pien the chest,3 bt, instead of gold or
tilver, two ghastly skeletons were revealed! The old inhabitntits Were of the opinion that the skeletons were those of Von
Pump and his wife. THie cellar was filled up, and the spot
Abafdoned as a building site. Such'are some of the strange
rvelations'that were: ttde after the; cldse of the American
Revolution!
CHAPTER V11I.
The Success of the Bandits in'spired them with ConfidenceGltanmore longs for an' Oportunity offorwarding his Plans
with regard to Miss Mansnfield  Goes to his Father's HouseObtains the Perusal of a Letterfrfon Rushwood-His Father
ettices an AmericanI Soldier into his House, and Murders
him- Glendower discovers a Letter in the Murdered Man's,
Pocket, fr6ni Miss Mansfield to Rushwood.
THE success of Glanmoreg and his band in the expedition
against Von Clump, inspired them  with confidence, and after
d~i.iding the money obtained from him, they began to cast about
for new victims and new enterprises.  During the succeeding
slimmer, many Whigs fell victims to their midnight'attacksttie most cold:blooded murders were perpetrated.  The sleeping
Vctims were aroused from their midnight slumbers.  Men,.wo6metl and children fell before them; and to recite the incidents where intocent and affiighted children:w6re slaughtered
hiTe clinging to their' mothers' bosoms-where old, decrepid
nren were left to wander away at midnight,'by the light of
their dwellings, to which the torch had been applied by these
iercilesstories, would be, but recounting deeds of a like nature
with those that have been handed down to all the citizens of
this countryf, Who have from  the pages of history, or from the.ps'of actots in;the- cene'of the Americap' Revolution, learned
the'haracter of the acts cdmirttt'ed by prowling bands of tories
dhringt that tremendous contest.
- But these avocations did not satisfy GlanmoTre —he longed to
be engaged in sore plan for accomplishingthe. main purpose of
His life. For ltthough iri treafy.every expedition he made consderable additiont to his' stock of money, yet he-acddomplisihe
i6thing towaids iereoving: Ritshwood from his path to the heart
df-Mii Mansfield.




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Among his band was a cousinof his, in whom he placed th6
most implicit confidence, and to him he confided the secret of
his heart.  He listened with great attention to all Glanmore'A
plans for accomplishinghis purpose. Finally it was agreed
between them that he should go into the American army undet
St. Clair, where they learned that Rushwood was quarlered,
keep a strict watch upon his movements, and take his life thd
first opportunity that offered.
Before the young man took his departure, Glanmore secretly
visited his father's house, and obtained the perusal of a letter
that George Rushwood had sent by the hands of a soldier tA
his mother.
The old lady was so elated with hearing from her son, and
so anxious that all those she considered her friends should participate in her joyous feelings, that she freely lent the letter td
any of them  who desired to see it; and that they all did, fqo
any correct news from the army, was of the greatest and most
absorbing interest to all at that time, whether Whigs or Tories,
for Burgoyne was actually advancing and spreading death
and desolation in his track.  Little did she imagine, when old
Glanmore sent a messenger to her house, requesting to borrow
the letter she had received from  her son, that his most deadly
and inveterate enemy was lurking in Glanmore's house, and
only wished to learn the contents of the letter in order to find
exactly where her son was, located, that he might place a vilZ
lain on his track, who would hunt him  out and destroy him.
The old lady did not hesitate to send her much-valued letter t6
her neighbor Glanmore, felicitating herself that he would by
highly pleased with the success of her darling son. GordoA
Glanmore read the letter with avidity.  It ran thus:
AMERICAN CAMP, Aug. i5, 1777.
Dear Mother,-I embrace the present opportunity, the first
that I have had since leaving home, to inform  you of the
state of my health, and of the prospects of the Americar
army.  But as you will be anxious to learn how I hav'
fared, and what dangers I have passed through; I wilt endear
vor to give.you a brief aceo6unt of the manner in which I
have been erhrployed since entering the army.  You doubtless
learned that our company were attached to the army under
the commarnd of Gen. St. Clair.
On the first of July, Burgoyne invested Ticonderoga, and
St. Clair perceiving no safety but in flight, ordered a retreat.
We retreated first into Vermont, and from thence to the Hudsoa
River, where we joined General' Schuyler's division.;M
company have been mainly employed in ranging; the country




~p                      OL4NMORE;
for supplies, keepin a:look-out on the movements of the enemny,
and in tearing up bridges and filling trees, in order to impede
iis progress. Our first lieutenant having been killed in a rencontre with a British scouting party, I have received a commis#ion in his stead.  Our prospects are brightening: Gen. Stark,
with a body of brave Green Mountain Boys,. the other day at,
tacked a body of five hundred English and one hundred Indians
near Bennington, and' totally defeated them, with a loss on their
Part of three hundred killed and wounded, while the Americans
lost but one hundred,  This providential victory has raised the
hopes and courage of our troops, and they long for nothing so
much as to meet the whole body of the British army hand to
hand, as they feel confident that the victory will be theirs.
General Schuyler has been superseded in the command by
Gates, and I am strongly of the opinion that a general engagement between the two armies will soon take place. Fear not,
dear mother; for although the thunder of British cannon may
for awhile alarm you, as in the event of a general engagement
it will probably be within your hearing, perhaps very near your
hitherto peaceful home; yet, remember, that there are brave
hearts and strong arms in the American army, and when they
come to engage the enemy in sight of their own homes, they
will, I know, be invincible. Victory will be theirs, and the
hired minions of England will be driven far from their peaceful
dwellings.
If we should defeat Burgoyne, Ishall probably be at home
with you this winter; if not, may God hold you safe within
the hollow of his hand. My health has been good since I
left home. I send this letter to you by the hands of a soldier
who is on leave of absence to visit his sick wife. When he
returns, which will be in a'very few days, send me an answer by
hir, whiche   I will instruct him  to call for. If age has so far
dimmed your sight, and enervated your hand, that you cannot
well write, go over to Mr. Mansfield's and request Caroline to
write for you. I know that she is too kind-hearted. a girl to
deny you such a request. It will afford me great pleasure to
hear  o  you.
Your affectionate son,
GEORGE RVSHWOOD.
Glanmore devoured with eagerness every word of this letter,
"So," he mentally exclaimed, "he does not write to *Miss
Mansfield direotly, fearing, I suppose, that the letters might fall
iato the hands of her father; lut he expects, that While she in
writing for his mother, she will probably write something ou
er own separate account; perhaps that is the understanding




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between them. I must intercept that letter, and from itI shal
probably learn how far matters have actually progressed between them."
He found, upon inquiries that he started while he lay concealed in his father's house, that the soldier would return, on
his way to the American camp, in three days from that time.
When the shades of night threw their sombre gloom over the
surrounding country, he repaired to the cave, and informed his
men that he wished four of them to go with him to his father's
house immediately.  They objected, alleging as a reason, that
they might be captured there by some of the Whigs, who now
aroused by the injuries, suffered by them in the course of the
past summer, were scouring the country in every direction.
Glanmore assured them that they were perfectly safe in his fa.
ther's house, as no one suspected him of being anything but a
thorough Whig.  All their objections being silenced, they set
out for the old Tory's house, and arrived there before the
dawn of the morning.
Here they were concealed for two days.  At length, on the
morning of the third day, the soldier came in view, on his way
to the American army.  The old Tory went out and hailed
him, making at the same time many inquiries touching the
movements of the two armies, solemnly averring that -he hoped
and trusted that victory would ultimately crown the American
army, and encircle the brows of the brave patriots with laure4
wreaths, although, at the same time, he wished the American
army annihilated and the British triumphant.  He invited the
soldier into his house, and offered him aglaas of cider, alleging
that it would invigorate him on a foggy September morning.
He insisted upon the soldier's remaining until dinner-time, as he
wished to write a letter to Gen. Schuyler, praying him to ean
deavor to effect, if possible, the exchange of his son Gordon,
who was then, as he alleged, a prisoner of war at New-York,
for some British soldiers, that he understood were shortly to be
exchanged for American prisoners.  The soldier consented to
stay; and moreover being a jolly fellow, made extremely free
with the old Tory's cider.  The old man being pefectly aoquainted witn his son's plan for intercepting the letterof Rushwood's mother, left the room, after:placing another mug of ider
at the disposal of the soldier, as he alleged for the purpose of
looking up the materials for writing the letter to Schwyler.
Going into the adjoining apartment, where his son was, he informed him that as the soldier seemed extremely fond pf cider,
he thought they might get posses6ion of the letter, which the
soldier informed him he had in his,pocket without intarce~ irn
inl on the ragd, as had been proposed. GLmnwore was hw




40                      GLANMORE;
p.eased with the idea, as it would relieve him and his men of
some fatigue and danger. The old man returned with the stationery, and commenced writing the letter; the garrulous soldier was furnished with pipe and tobacco, and amused himself
by telling stories to the old Tory's wife, drinking a mug of
cider whenever he had finished reciting some daring exploit of
himself or his companions in arms.  At length the old German
clock, that stood in the corner of the room, with its tall head
protruding above the main ceiling, into a hole that had been
made there for its accommodation, struck eleven.
"Come friend," said the soldier, after ejecting a tremendous
volume of smoke from his pipe, " it appears to me that you are
writing an everlastin', alnity long letter. See, it is eleven
o'clock.  If I am catched out after dark alone;I shall probably
fare bad, if I fall into the hands of them cussed tory stragglers."
The old man appearing all absorbed by his letter-writing,
made no reply, but the old woman, catching the hint, exclaimed"La! me! you don't think' of going before dinner! You
sartinly promised to eat dinner with us; and now, since it is so
near twelve o'clock, we wouldn't consent to let you go without
your dinner.  We never allow any one who fights for liberty,
to go away from our house hungry."
Her allusion to "fighting for liberty" had the effect she
wished upon the soldier. She had touched him upon the right
point.
Wal," said he, " seein' your'e such a good Whig, I don't care
if I do take some dinner with you, if you hurry up and get it
ready soon."
She bustled around, and perceiving that the soldier had
again drained the cider mug, did not forget, whei she went into
the cellar after some of her "nice fresh mutton chops," which,
she took occasion to remark, " must taste first-rate to the palate
of a war-worn soldier," to return it to him  brimming full of
sparkling cider; and as she supposed that his perception by this
time was not remarkably acute, she mixed with it some old
whiskey, in order that it might more speedily intoxicate him.
The soldier either not perceiving the addition made to his
beverage, or else relishing it all the better, made such havoc
with the contents of the mnug, that by the time the old woman
had got her dinner nearly ready, it was drained to the dregs.
The soldier now began to show signs of deep intoxication, and
settling himself back into his chair, he fell into a profound sleep.
The old man rubbed his hands, delighted with the success
of his scheme.  Repairing again to Glanmore s secret apartment, he irfrmed him that. now was the time for securing the




A ROMANCE OF THE REVOIUTION.              41
letter. They had counted on the soldier's being so intoxicated
that they could take the letter firom his pocket, break it open,
read, and return it, but in this they were mistaken. The soldier
was not so far intoxicated, but that when the bandit chief
approached him and thrust his hand into his pocket, he awoke,
and apparently conscious of the treachery that was being
practiced upon him, sprang up, and perceiving Gordon Glanmore, with whom he had formerly been acquainted, cried out
with the voice of a stentor, "It is you, Gordon Glanmore!you
are a Tory! you have got me in here to murder me."
Glanmore comprehended his danger in an instant.  If the
soldier escaped, he would be exposed-this must not be suffered
to take place-and as the soldier was' making rapidly towards
the door, he drew a pistol and shot him dead oh the spot. He
fell with a dull heavy sound.
" We are ruined!" exclaimed the old Tory, " don't you see
the workmen are coining to dinner!"
In an instant Glanmore caught up the body of the murdered
soldier, and carried it into another room. He was gone, but
there was blood on the floor!-the men were coming, they
would yet be exposed, but as crime is ever fruitful in expedients,
the old man caught up an axe that stood in the corner of the
room, and gave the old house dog that was lying on the floors a
blow that nearly severed one of his feet from his leg. The
old dog set up a tremendous yelling, and hobbled about the floor,
besmearing it with blood from his wounded foot.
Just as the workmen arrived, the old woman was busily engaged in endeavoring to "do up the poor dog's foot," that she
said "'had been cut by one of their sharp axes, that they had
carelessly left standing in the corner of the huge old-fashioned
fire-place." She rated them soundly for leaving the axe there,
and in order to appease her apparent wrath, they held the dog
while she "done up his foot," and they promised her, moreover,
not to be so negligent in future.
The murder having been so far concealed, the old Tory sat
down and ate a hearty dinner, delighted with the piece of serett
service he had accomplished for King George.
When dinner was over, and the workmen had returned to
the distant corn-field, where they were engaged in "cutting up
corn," the old woman commenced scouring out the blood
stains from  the floor, and the old man went into the room
where his son sat like a statue, with the letter he had taken
from the murdered soldier's pocket, in his ha'nd.
"Come," said he, "don't sit there musing over that infernal
letter, but stir about, and let's conceal this body before thO
farm hands come in at night."




42                      GLANdMORE;
The four concealed bandits were called-a consultation waa
held, in relation to the concealment of the body. What should
they do with it? It would not be safe to carry it out until
night, and even then, where could they conceal it without someone's finding the grave eventually? " Sure bind is sure find,"
said the old Tory, wrapping the body in a blanket, and directing
the men to carry it to the cellar; here he instructed them to
take down a section of the cellar wall in a very dark corner.
After thus taking down the wall, they dug a hole directly
back of it, sinking it beneath the foundation some feet-tumbled
the dead soldier in, all wet with gore as he was, and again replaced the wall in such a manner, that the grave was never
discovered, until the troubled conscience of the old Tory caused
him to reveal the whole transaction on his death-bed.
After the body was concealed and the shades of night had
once more closed o'er the landscape, Glanmure, with his four
followers made their way back to the cave, at Snake Hill; he
was deeply disappointed with the issue of the plan for obtaining a perusal of the letter. After his men were sunk in sleep,
he sat down on a rude seat in his dark cave, and read over and
again, the portion of the letter that Miss Mansfield had added,
as he before expressed it, "on her own account."  It read as
follows:
Dear George,-Having finished writing for your mother, I
take the liberty of filling the balance of the sheet, in order to
assure you that my sentiments towards you remain unchanged,
I might perhaps say strengthened, as the reports of your gallant
and generous conduct, on several occasions, while engaged with
the enemy, have more than confirmed my former high opinion
of you.
I perceive by the reports from the army, that your gallantry
has been rewarded by a lieutenant's commission. Although
you evidently suppose, judging from your letter to your mother,
that we hear nothing from you, yet in this you are mistaken.
There are a great number of sick and disabled soldiers calling
at our house, on their return from the army, and without a single exception, all who know you as a soldier and an officer,
speak in the highest terms of you. These good reports in regard
to you have made a decidedly favorable impression on my fa.
ther's mind; and if you continue to thus add laurels to your
brow, every impediment to our union will be entirely removed,
for during these exciting times father and mother have grown
exceedingly patriotic —~so much so, that they look upon a soar,
or a good gallant name, won in defence of our suffering aod
bleeding country, as a badge of true nobility. So press on




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manfully, heroically, my dear George; and may the God of
battles preserve you unharmed, and may you be enabled soon
to return victorious to the home of your youth, there to repose
upon the laurels you have so nobly won.
Yours truly,
CAROLINE MANSFIELD.
P. S. I almost forgot to tell you that since you left for the
army, we have heard from Gordon Glanmore.  He has written
a very pathetic letter to his father, in which he states that he
is well used by the British who hold him prisoner.  This is certainly remarkable; for if he is well used, he is assuredly anexception to other American prisoners.  It confirms your suspicions in my mind.  But if he is really a prisoner, and so well
used, I hope, for our sakes, they will continue to keep him and
use him well, until you defeat Burgoyne, and our hopes are.consummated.  I commend your prudence in not writing to me,
as it might arouse a feeling in father's bosom, unfriendly to our
prospeets.
C.M.
"Ah!" mentally exclaimed Glanmore, after reading this
postscript; "then they are really betrothed.  But" —and he
paused, with clenched teeth —" but-they-never shall-be
married-while I live.  I will hunt him down-I will pounce
upon him-even as the fierce and bloodthirsty panther pounces
upon his prey. Oh! that I could have read this letter! and
then that he could have read it! and as his heart beat high with,hope, I could have plunged a dagger into it, and as, his lifetblood
oozed away, I could have tauntingly repeated to him the knowledge I possessed-then my revenge would have been complete.:But," and he arose and paced the cave with hurried strides,
" he shall read it, and he shall then die!  Yes! this shall take
place, even if I have to carry it to him myself, and perish in the
attempt.'




44                       GLANMOR':
CHAPTER IX.
Glanmore's Reflections-Discovers an Indian fishing near ihi
Cave-Builds a Canoe-Sends an Emissary into the American Camp.
THOSE who understand the. deep inworkings of the human
heart, cannot fail to appreciate the feelings of our hero at this
moment.  The pent-up atmosphere of the cave seemed too close
to sustain life; involuntarily he sought the inrvigorating atmosphere without the cave.  He passed through the dark narrow
passage leading out of the cave-he reached the open -air. - The
statrs looked down upon him  through the overhanging canopy
of thick foliage, an invigorating breeze came gently over the
bosom  of Saratoga Lake.  It fanned his heated brow, and
cooled his feVerish brain.  He cautiously made'his way alone
the steep side of the hill, and coming to the trunk of a fallen and
decaying tree, he seated himself upon it, and listened to the wild
dull sound of the waves, as they beat in regular succession
against the shore; for although Saratoga Lake is but a small
sheet of water, yet it is a miniature Euxine, and a slight breeze
is sufficient to raise a long rolling swell, that is truly astonishing
to behold, considering the small area that its waters cover.
These soothing influences calmed the troubled waters of his
spirit, and then conscience, that inward monitor, that works in
the bosom many times, of the most depraved, spoke to him  in
slight, yet distinct accents; and as he looked back upon the
last few  months of his life, all blackened and stained with
revolting crimes, his spirit sunk within him, and he viewed
with deep and poignant anguish the yawning chasm  that now
separated him  firom his former innocence: Ah! he would fain
at that moment have retraced those steps, but a mountain
barrier, towering like the lofty Alps, seemed to rise between
him and his former innocence.  He possessed not the moral
courage to sustain him  in this trying moment-but hark! he
listens, his quick and ever watching ear detects a sound! a
sound that he had not before heard upon the lake since le had
made his dark abode there; he listens again, it must be the
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looked out upon the lake in the direction of the sound. Ie
could perceive an object at some distance, for the grey dawn
of the morning was fast approaching.  At length he beheld a
small dark object in the distance-gradually it neared him. It
was the liglt birchen canoe of an Indian, and as it was propelled by the stalwart arm of its only occupant, it danced lightly
and buoyantly over the long rolling swells of the lake; but in
his eagerness he forgot that he had exposed himself to the keen,
far-seeing eye of an Indian.  However, he might not have seen
him-so thought Glanmore. Rolling his body cautiously over
the log, and lying down behind it, he found that it would effectually screen him from view; and as there was a crook in it
that raised it fiom  the ground, it afforded him a convenient
lookout fiom beneath.
The canoe came within a few rods of the shore. He saw
the Indian take a rude anchor and drop it into the water, and
then, with his fishing tackle in his hand, seat himself quietly in
his canoe.  He saw the Indian bring up with dexterous hand
one after another of the piscatory tribe: beautiful yellow perch;
elastic pickerel; and huge sunfish brought he forth. Apparently
much absorbed in the sport, he did not relax his efforts until
the sun had mounted high in the heavens.  Glanmore scanned
the dark features of the Indian-he knew him now: yes, it was
Kwa-ta-hu, an eccentric old Indian, that had many times visited
his father's house. A thought struck him-could he not bring
this Indian into his service, and make of him an instrument
for the destruction of his rival in love? But then he recollected that this Indian was in the habit of visiting Mr. Mansfield's
house also, and that once, when wounded near there, while
hunting, by the bursting of his rifle, George Rushwood, attracted by the sound, had discovered him lying senseless upon the
ground; that through Rushwood's efforts, he had been carried
to Mansfield's house; and that while confined there by his
wounds, Caroline Mansfield had ministered to his necessities
with her own hands. No, he could not, in. view of these things,
make an instrument of him  to carry out his dark designs.
There was too much of gratitude, too much of nobleness, in the
nature, even of this savage, wild and untutored as he was, to
be guilty of such an outrage, of such base ingratitude,-no,
this Indian must not recognize him, not even see him, or all
his prospects would be blasted, and his plans frustrated. Moved
by these reflections to adopt the most extreme caution, lest he
should be discovered and recognized by the very being that he
had fancied but a moment before, might be of great and essential benefit to him,.he lay there beneath the trunk of the
decayed tree trembling. Why did he thus tremble, dear reader?




46                       GLANMOt;'
Because crime, ever conscious of its own enormity, ithut:J t,
open gaze of the world, and shrinks from the most li,/g ^"t
of God's creatures, that it supposes may in any vviu LAn3,s
dark deeds to light.
When the old Indian had finished fishing, he padilad lh;' canoe
to the shore, drew it up on a sand-bar, and came directly up the
hill towards our hero.  "Can it be possible," thcLcght Glanmore,
"that Kwa-ta-hu has discovered me    If so, he must die!"
Cautiously examining the priming of his pi.tcl, he cocked it,
and lay ready to shoot Kwa-ta-hu the mormlct he should approach him.  But Kwa-ta-hu was intent uipcu  other business.
He peered anxiously about upon the ground, and with a long
forked stick carefully overturned every bunl. of decayed foliage.
Glanmore recollected now that Kwa-ta-ht was in the yearly
habit oft hunting rattlesnakes for their oil, which was held in high
repute by many persons at this time, and indeed is now, for medicinal purposes.  Glanmore heard the Ihdian utter the deep
guttural Ugh! of the savage, and saw sa monster snake glide
away before him, and make directly up. tt, hill towards the log
behind which he lay.  Kwa-ta-hu pursrued it hotly. "The
snake will take refuge under the fallen tiaAk, and I shall be discovered," mentally exclaimed Glanmore.  He grasped his pistol
more firmly; but Kwa-ta-hu was too tqick and rapid in his
movements for the snake.  He made a pass at it, and fastened
it to the ground with his forked stick.'he snake struggled and
writhed, and wound his supple body about the stick; and as
Kwa-ta-hu held him fast, he uttered a low guttural laugh, evidently over the struggles of his vicLim.  The snake finally
partly worked itself out from  benea.ti the stick.  Kwa-ta-hu,
fearful that the snake might bite its own body during its convulsive struggles, and thus infuse its poisonous virus through its
oil, and render it worthless, relaied his hold upon it, and suffered
it to glide away, in order once more to get his stick firmly upon
its scaly neck.
Glanmore expected to see the snake make again for the log;
but instead of that, it leaped revengefully at the Indian, who
anticipating its movement, struck it with his stick, and threw it
far down the hill-side.  Following up his advantage, Kwa-tahu, by another well-directed blow, ended the life of the hissing
and poisonous serpent. Carefully suspending it upon his stick,
he made good his way to the canoe, and as the sun had now
well-nigh reached the meridian, soon paddled to the opposite
shore of the lake.
Glanmore now breathed easier. His breath, that had before
been diawn between his tightly clenched teeth, soon came and
went freely.  Hurrying to the cave, he related to the bandits




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the narrow chance he had run of being discovered.  "I am,
however, rather pleased with the adventure," said he, " as now
we can guard ourselves against the searching eye of this savage.  We must now plan out some way of reaching the cave
in order to avoid his discoveringour tracks, as the keen eye of
an Indian would discover them where they would not be visible
to a white man."
To this end they determined to build a canoe, capable of car.
rying the whole party, and bysinking the mouth of the passage
to the cave, so that the water would flow into the outlet, they
could run the canoe directly into it, entirely out of sight, as the
entrance to the cave extended some eighty feet before it reached
the main room. By using this canoe as a means of egress and
ingress, they could obviate the difficulty entirely, and avoid
making any tracks in the immediate vicinity of the cave-the
hemlocks, pines, and thick intervening vines would entirely conceal, as they now did, the mouth of the cave.
Glanmore sent his men up the lake, where they felled a lofty
pine, out of which they hollowed and shaped the proposed canoe.
But he had another work to perform.  He retained his cousin
at the cave, and after the balance of the group were gone, instructed him in regard to the mission he had resolved to entrust
him with. He directed him to depart that night, and make his
way to old Glanmore's house.  He must take the letter that
had been obtained from the murdered soldier with him. He
must there pretend to every one but the old tory that he was
from the backwoods, and that he was on his way to the American army.  He must pretend to purchase the powerful horse,
supposed by his father's neighbors to have been brought back
from Westchester.  He must go into the American camp, and
offer himself as a volunteer, under a fictitious name. The first
favorable opportunity that offered, he must give the letter to
George Rushwood, alleging to him, that as he had stopped on
his way to purchase a horse in George's old neighborhood, his
mother, hearing of his being there, had entrusted the letter to
his care; that she had kept it some days, expecting to send it
by the hands of a soldier who had brought her one, but that he
had not yet returned. He must thereafter keep a strict watch
upon the movements of Rushwood, and kill him the first opportunity that offered; after which he must fly, and make the best
of his wav back to the cave.  If he performed this mission, he
was to receive as a reward for his services the sum of two
thousand dollars.
Night at length came, and all their plans having been mutually agreed to, Glanmore's cousin set out on his mission of blood.




40                      GLANMORE;
In less than one week from this time he was within the American camp, where he was gladly welcomed, and attached to a
company of cavalry.
CHAPTER X.
Rushwood returns Home on a Furlough — Visits Caroline.Man.sfeld-Is waylaid by Glanmore, and comes near being
Shot-Is Preserved by an unknown Hand-Fired at on his
Return by the Bandits-Escapes Uninjured, and arrives
Safely in the American Camp.
ON the same night that Glanmore's emissary reached the
American camp. a tall manly figure was seen approaching the
neighborhood of Mr. Mansfield's residence. He was mounted
upon a powerful and spirited horse, that came thundering along
upon a rapid gallop: he was enveloped in the uniform of an
American ranger, and seemed to sit impatiently upon his saddle,
as if eager to reach his destination.
The evening was walrn and sultry, and his foaming steed
told that he had ridden far, and at a rapid rate. He did not
halt at Mansfield's house; he cast a side-glance at the cheerfuily lighted windows, as if expecting to behold some familiar
image. He passed rapidly along until he came nearly to the
residence of Widow Rushwood; he then slackened his pace,
and brought his noble steed down to a slow walk; but the
horse seemed loth to continue long upon this gait; he curvetted
impatiently, pricked up his ears as if recognizing surrounding
objects, and ambling sideways up to the Widow Rushwood's
gate, gave utterance to a loud neigh. Yes! the war horse that
had carried his brave rider through the thunder and crash of
battle, seemed impatient to be again turned free, to roam
through the green pastures of his early home.
Mrs. Rushwood started from her arm-chair, when the horse
neighed, and exclaimed aloud, " That was Pompey's whinner,
I could swear to it among a hundred horses."
It was indeed, as Mrs. Rushwood expressed it, "Pompey's
whinner." Yes! George had come home, and as his aged mother
went out of the house to meet him, he folded her to his bosom,
and exclaimed: " My dear, dear mother! I have come back to
you once more, safe and sound."
The old lady's heart was too full for utterance; she fainted
in his arms, and was borne by the strong arms of her son into
the house, where she speedily returned to consciousness.




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When she recovered fiom her swoon, George unbuckled his
sword, and threw it down upon a chair, exclaiming, "There,
mother, is the sword you gave me, I trust I have not dishonored
it.,
"If the accounts I hear of you are true," said his mother,
"you have not only done honor to your father's name, but
have worn his sword like a brave, true-hearted son."
"Then you have heard from me!" said George.
" Yes, George, frequently," returned his mother; "there has
been a number of sick and disabled soldiers passing along,
some of them, poor fellows, begging their way back fiom  the
army to their homes; I hope, George, that they may receive
their reward, if not in this world, in the world to come."
" Did you receive a letter from me, by the hands of a soldier?"
said George.
"0! yes," continued his mother," and dear Caroline Mansfield wrote one in return for me; she is a dear good soul. Alter
she had finished writing for me, she said she would fill the sheet
with a few words of lier own, that might possibly help to cheer
you on in your struggle for liberty.  I guess she thinks a good
deal of you, for while she was writing, the tears ran down her
beautiful cheeks until they almost blinded her."
"But the letter, mother; I have not received it."
" You hav'nt! why I sent it by the soldier that brought yours;
he came back a few days after he left your letter with me, and
staid here all night; he went away early in the morning. He
was so much afraid of losing the letter that he pinned it fast in
his pocket."
"This is strange," said Rushwood; " the soldier has certainly
not returned to the American camp, for I have been every day
to Ills quarters, and the commanding officer of his company
assured me that he had not returned."
"Poor fellow," said the old lady, "you may depend upon it
he has fallen into the hands of the Tories.  They have made
dreadful work around lere this summer.  I expect every night
when I go to bed, to be murdered before morning."
"Never mind, mother," said George, " their game will soon
be up, in thisregion.  In a few days we shall meet Burgoyne,
and I do confidently believe we shall defeat him, and either
take his army prisoners, or drive them back to Canada; I shall
then get discharged, as the campaign will be ended, for this
year, at least in the north; and as tiley will not wish to keep a
large force in arms during the winter, I shall return home with
some of my brave fellows, and we will hunt these tories down,
and break up tleir rendezvous, for I am confident, in my opinion,
that they have a nestling place somewhere about here. I wish
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50                     GLANMORE;
old Kua-ta-hu would come along here now, I would set him at
work to hunt out their hiding-place, for there is no one who
knows so much about bye-places in the country."
"1 have not seen Kua-ta-hu this summer," said his mother,
"I was thinking, a few days ago, that it was strange he did not
come along; he used every year to come about this time, with
such lovely fish."
"Kua-ta-hu will turn up some of these fine mornings," said
George, " and I expect to make him of service to me."
"a aybe he has gone over to the British," said the old lady.
"No fear of that," said George; " he has pledged his word to
me, never to take up the hatchet against the Americans; he
will never forfeit his word to me, for you know he thinks I
saved his life when his rifle bursted. No, I have no fear of Kuata-hu; if I could leave you a protector against the attacks of
the Tories, I would as soon trust Kua-ta-hu as any man I
know of."
"How soon do you expect to return to the army, George?"
said Mrs. Rushwood.
" I have a furlough for only a few days," returned George.
"My anxiety to hear from you increased hourly. After the expiration of the furlough of the soldier who was to have brought
me a letter from you, I went to Gates, and informed him of
your situation, and he agreed to let me come home for a brief
period. I wished to say farewell to you once more! to once
more offer you the consolation of beholding your only child.
In a very few days we shall meet Burgoyne's army in fearful
conflict. Many of the youth in the army whose hearts now
beat high with hope, will probably, nay must, fall in the terrible
struggle. I may fall among that number, or I may not; but
at all events, I have returned home to advise you what to do,
in case I am slain in battle."-But we need not follow out the
conversation of this happy mother and son, for they were happy;
notwithstanding the darkness and uncertainty of the prospect
before them, they were indeed supremely happy in again beholding each other.  The son happy to find that his mother
had escaped the scourge of the merciless Tories, and the
mother happy that her son had returned unscathed, after passing
through so many dangers. We need not tell our readers how
they knelt that night around the family altar, or how that aged
mother invoked the God of battles to guard and protect her
belov-. d on thr-nlh tho terrible calamities of war and tn return him once more to the arms of his aged, and now almost
helpless parent.
Next morning Rushwood set out for Mr. Mansfield's. No
one in the neighborhood, as yet, knew that he had returned




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That was known only to his mother. When he came near
Mansfield's house he met the old gentleman, who received him
in the warmest and most cordial manner; he led George into
the house with a sort of triumph, proud that one in whom he
had taken such a great interest, should have acquitted himself
so nobly in arms. In a half-joking manner, he introduced
George as Lieut. Rushwood; they received him with cordial
greetings, but Caroline was too cautious, as yet, to disclose the
deep thrilling emotions of her heart. Could she have been permitted to have acted out freely her own sentiments and feelings at that time, we should certainly have been obliged, in
this place, to have recorded one of those tender, touching
scenes that are generally attached to lovers' meetings, after
having been so long absent from each other, under circumstances
such as these; but prudence forbade such a course, as she
was not yet clearly and fully persuaded that her parents would
be willing to look with favor upon Lieutenant Rushwood as
their future son-in-law.
Mr. Mansfield detained George until long after dinner, eagerly
listening to his accounts of the campaign, and in return, giving
him a history of the inroads and outrages of the Tories and
Indians; indeed so much did the old gentleman engross the attention of his visitor, that he scarcely had an opportunity of
conversing with Caroline at all. However, after a while, the
old gentleman recollected that he had made an engagement
to meet a neighbor on some business; excusing himself, therefore, for a half-hour, he took his hat and cane, and hurried
away to meet his engagement.
The two lovers, perceiving that Mrs. Mansfield had retired
to take her usual afternoon siesta, began to converse upon
those things that more immediately interested them.
" Did you receive a letter from your mother, a few days ago,
by the hands of a soldier?" said Caroline.
" I am sorry to say," replied Rushwood, "that I did not receive that letter, and that I fear the soldier who was to havp
delivered it to me, has been foully dealt with by some lurking
foe."
"'Tis strange," said Caroline, thoughtfully; "but never
mind," continued she, assuming a more cheerful countenance,
"1 can now tell you the contents, as I was the author of port
of it myself, and had the balance dictated to me by your mother,
while 1 acted in the capacitJ  f.f^',,..i$."
Knowing that his tiame was limited, George informed Miss
Mansfield "that, as he must return to the army the next
morning, it would afford him great pleasure if he could have a
private interview with her that evening;" for,.Continued he,




52                          GLANMORE;
" I perceive that your father is already coming; he must have
dispatched his business quite hastily, or else the time has
flown more rapidly than it generally does."
With that blindness to the passage of time that ever besets
lovers, a half-hour had passed since Mr. Mansfield's departure.
Reader, dost think it strange that so short a conversation as
we have related, should have consumed so much precious time?
But perhaps you are not yet aware, that after Mr. Mansfield's
departure, and these two loving hearts found themselves alone,
Rushwood took a seat beside the fair Caroline-that he pressed
that fair and delicate hand-that he-shall I tell it, dear reader?
-that he not only pressed that hand, but that" He stole the nectar from that lip,
A place where bees might love to sip."
And that then, for some moments, neither spoke, yet'There was speech in their dumbness.
Language in their very gesture."
Each one of them could have said to the other,
"You have bereft me of all words,
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins;
And there is such confusion in my powers,
As after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing, pleased multitude,
Where every something, being blent together,
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy,
Expressed, and not expressed."
Mr. Mansfield's footsteps approached the door, George snatched a hasty kiss, and whispering in the ear of his beloved a renewal of the request he had made, she answered: "I will meet
you at the arbor, in the garden, at nine."
Lieutenant Rushwood was too good a soldier not to have
learned that "discretion is the better part of valor," and accordingly beat a hasty retreat to the other side of the room,
where  he was quietly  seated  when Mr. Mansfield  entered.
That gentleman, versed in the knowledge of human nature,
perceived that the young couple were a little confused, and
calling to mind some former expressions made by Rushwood,
and some little scenes that he had accidentally witnessed, could
have truthfully said, in the language of the great philosopher of
poets" He says he loves my daughter I
I think 80 too, for never gazed the moon
Upon the water, as he'll stand, and read
As'twere my daughter's eyes. And to be plain,
I think there is not half a kiss to choose'Who loves another best."




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He felt, too, that he had been guilty of a great indiscretion, in
thus leaving them to renew that flame that he wished to smother; but to be plain about it, his admiration for Rushwood's
brilliant career as a patriotic soldier, had in a great degree
blinded his eyes to those defects and objections that had hitherto warped  his mind against him, as ever standing in a nearer
relation to him  than that of a fiiend and protege.  Still those
objections existed, and still he looked forward to the union of
his daughter with Glanmore, and consoled himself with the idea
that she, knowing his aversion to Rushwood in a matrimonial
sense, would not, as a dutiful child, encourage his addresses.
Soon  after, Rushwood took his departure.  Lightly, now,
bounded that grateful heart of his.  Caroline Mansfield, the idol
of his life-she whose form had ever been present in his imagination, even while encountering the fierce hosts of Britainwas still true to him. The inward misgivings that would occasionally haunt him, were now  all dispelled.  These blissful
thoughts soon gave way to those of a more gloomy nature.
The bright ray of sunshine that had fallen upon his pathway
during the last hour, must soon be dispelled by a return to scenes
of blood, of strife, and terrible carnage. True, he might win
laurels, a grateful posterity might write his name upon the page
of history, and revere his memory as one of a brave band of
men, who had met, fought and conquered those boasting invaders, who would otherwise have ground them beneath the iron
heel of despotism. But what was all this to him, in his present
frame of mind?  He could truthfully exclaim  with the poet"Give me the boon of love,
I ask no more for fiame;
For better one unputichased heart,
Than glory's proudest name.
Why wake a fever in the blood,
Or damp the spirit now,
To gain a wreath whose leaves shall wave
Above a withered brow.
"Give me the boon of love I
Ambition's meed is vain;
Dearer affection's earnest smile,'lhan honor's richest train.
I'd rather lean upon a breast
Responsive to my own,
Than sit paviliond gorgeously
Upon a kingly throne.
"Give me the boon of love!
Fame's trumpet-strains depart,
But love's sweet lute yields melody
That lingers in the heart.
And the scroll of fame will burn,
When sea and earth consume,
But the rose of love, in a happier sphere,
Will live in deathless bloom I"




M~54             ~GLANMORPt;
The full moon arose with that peculiar glow that character.
izes its appearance in Autumn. Long shadows were thrown
over the meadows, and the thickly standing and blackened
stumps, that were still firmtly rooted in many of the fields of the
pioneers of the forest, revealed partially by moonlight, appeared
like human figures rising up to view; and as one gazed upon
them, while thus revealed " by the moon's pale light," it was
easy enough, when aided by the imagination, to convert them
into human figures; and again, it was just about as easy for
any one that might be moving along among them, to convert
himself into a stump in the imagination of any one who might
get a glimpse of his movements, for if he supposed himself to be
seen by any one at a distance, he could very easily convince
them, especially if not over skeptical, that they were in error
about his being a moving object, by standing perfectly still for
a few moments.  The early settlers were not over particular
about cutting their timber so as to make the most of it; and as
the clearing was generally done in the Winler, when the snow
was deep, many of the stumps were as high as an ordinary
man.
As Lieutenant Rushwood moved along towards Mr. Mans
field's house, for the purpose of meeting his betrothed, earlier
than was necessary, of course,
"As lovers ever run before the clock,"
he imagined that he saw, moving along in an adjacent field, a
human figure, that nearly kept pace with him, and at some digtance behind that, another figure, keeping pace with the first.
He paused, and looked earnestly at the figures for some moments.
They now stood still also. He continued to look steadfastly in
the direction of the figures, until they appeared to him, through
the haze of the evening, just like the blackened stumps that
rose up in various parts of the field.
"1 must be deceived," thought he;" it is my imagination
that has converted the tall stumps into human beings."  Again
he went forward-again the figures moved; again he pausedagain no figures could be seen moving.' It is all a delusion," muttered he; " I have been so long accustomed to look out for prowling Indians and Tories, that my
imagination converts every stump and bush 1 see after dark,
into an Indian or a tory." But he was soon relieved from all
uneasiness in regard to the forms he supposed he had discovered keeping pace with him  in a suspicious manner.  A dark
cloud, that had been for some time looming up in the west, and
gradually spreading itself across the heavens, at length veiled
the moon, and by the low muttering thunder, far to the west.




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ward, he was convinced that a heavy and terrific thunderstorm would soon be upon him.  He hurried along with rapid
steps, forgetting that his suspicions had been aroused by the
supposed moving forms.  When he arrived near Mansfield's
house, he paused. His noble nature flinched beneath the idea
that he must grope around into the garden in a stealthy manner,
for the mere privilege of a few brief moment's conversation
with the object of his heart's affections. His lofty and daring
spirit, aroused as it was, by a proud consciousness of his own
deserts, hesitated, but nevertheless, being disposed to " take all
the swift advantage of the hours," and recollecting that he
had proposed the meeting himself, he quietly walked into the
garden; and as the lightning flash fell upon the face of his
watch, he perceived that it wanted a few  minutes of nine
o'clock. Had he looked in the right direction, at this time, he
would have seen revealed by the glare of the lightning, a human
figure, enveloped in an Indian costume, carefully stealing along
aniong a clump of pines, that stood just back of the garden,
and placing itself behind the body of one of the trees, peer
out at him, as he stood waiting for the appearance of Caroline,
having a fair view of him  every time the lightning flashed
athwart the heavens.  And just in the rear of this figure, he
would have discovered another, apparently watching the movements of the first, with even if possible, a greater degree of
solicitude, that the first figure regarded those of Rushwood.
At length, a light appeared in the back window of the hall,
and soon the door opened, and its light fell full upon the form
of Rushwood.
"I am here," he said in a low tone, as the form of Caroline
appeared.
" I am a few minutes behind the time," said Caroline; " the
approaching thunder storm  deterred my mother from  retiring
at her usual hour; not wishing to come out before she was
asleep, I waited until she had retired."
"1  will not detain you long out here, my dear Carry," said
Rushwood; "at such a forbidding time as this.  I wished to
say a few more words to you before I went back to the army,
as in a few days I expect to be engaged in a terrible battle
with the enemy."
As they said these words, they walked on, arm in arm, down
the garden path, the lightning momentarily revealing their
forms and attitude to the fiendish glare of the first figure.
Their voices were low, but yet distinct; one who was not
particularly interested in their conversation, listening to thenm,
awould have exclaimed with the poet,
"How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues at night,
Like softest music to attending ears.




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Shall we take a seat here in the arbor?" said Rushwood.
" I would prefer standing at a little distance from the arbor,'
said Caroline, " that tree that stands just at the back of it may
attract the lightning."
They halted, and with that deep earnestness that characterizes lovers that have been long separated, talked of their
present plans and future prospects, all brilliant with hope, if
George passed unscathed through the hard struggle for liberty,
in which he was engaged; and, at the same time, scathed,
withered, and blasted, if he fell upon the gory battle-field. Ah!
little did they know that the glaring eyes, and listening ears of
a terrible foe, were then within a few feet of them: no! they
thought not now of lurking and unseen dangers; those hearts
were now all the world to each other; they heeded not the
appalling thunder that rolled overhead, nor the terrific lightning
that played around them.
The rain began to fall in large and occasional drops. The
first figure muttered something between his set teeth: he
leaned  eagerly  forward to catch  their low  words.  The
second figure observing that the first was all-absorbed in
listening to the young couple, moved very close to him; his
warm breath could almost have been felt playing upon the neck
of the first figure.
"The rain begins to fall," said Lieut. Rushwood, "we must
part now, for if we stay here for hours, parting will be the
same as now."  So saying, he imprinted a farewell kiss upon
her lips. The lightning revealed the scene to the first figure,
and to him, the slight sound of those lips seemed louder than
thunder, for dear reader, that figure was nothing more or less
than the form of Gordon Glanmore, the bandit chief.
Glanmore drew a pistol from his girdle; the lightning seemed
to play over the polished barrel in a bluish flame, and as he
grasped a shining tomahawk in the other hand, he looked the
very personification of a horrible savage, ready to pounce
upon his victim.
" I have sworn it," muttered he,-the figure behind him heard
the expression,-" yes! I will now be avenged!" continued he,
in the same tone, "she shall see him die!"
Just at that moment, the lovers took the first step forwards
towards the house, Glanmore was about to level his pistol with
deadly aim, a terrific thunder-clap burst upon the scene, and
as it came, the figure behind Glanmore dealt him a blow with
the head of his tomahawk, that felled him to the ground, and
prevented his firing the pistol. The terrific thunder-clap stunned
the ears of the lovers so, that they heeded not the sound of the
blow received by the bandit chief, nor did they hear the dull,




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neavy sound of his body, as he fell to the ground. They passed
up the walk with rapid steps, and then they parted, with that
lothness that is perfectly natural upon such occasions. Reader,
wouldst thou know who the second figure was; who it was that
dealt the providential blow that prevented the murderous ball
from the bandit's pistol from entering the heart of George Rushwood?  You shall know in due season.
Rushwood hurried homeward, unconscious of the narrow
chance he had run of being murdered.
Next morning, at early dawn, he mounted his steed, and rode
away, with a heavy heart, towards the American camp. Halting at Mansfield's, he bid them a hasty adieu, and touching his
noble horse lightly with his spurs, dashed on impetuously for
three miles before he checked his headlong course.  He was
just then entering a heavy tract of woodland; the road led
straight through it, and the distant opening appeared like a
small door, leading towards the rising sun.
When about half-way through the wood, his horse suddenly
started with affright; looking around, he saw several Indians,
painted and plumed, standing partially concealed behind trees,
with their long rifles bearing directly upon him.  Death stared
him fully in the face.  With a nervous effort, he plunged his
spurs deeply into his horse. The horse bounded fearfully into
the air, threatening to precipitate his rider from his back, as he
swerved to one side of the road. The sharp crack of the rifles
reverberated through the woods, and although the balls whistled
around our hero, yet he escaped with the loss only of a part
of the hair of his right ear-lock.  His noble war horse bore
him onward like the wind, and ere his enemies could reload
their discharged rifles. he was out of their reach. When he
arrived within a short distance of the American camp, the
heavy roll of drums beating to arms, could be distinctly heard,
and when fully arrived at the camp, he found the army in
motion, preparing for a fearful and bloody encounter with the
forces of Gen. Burgoyne.




56~~8              aLANMoRE;
CHAPTER XI.
Kua-ta-hu discovers the Bandit's Cave-Overhears their plans
and plots against Rushwood-Kua-ta-hu is bitten by a snake
- Cnres himself by drinking the waters of the Hight Rock
Spring.
AFTER Kua-ta-hu had been discovered by the bandit chief,
they enlarged the opening of the cave, and sunk it, so as to admit the canoe to glide in entirely out of sight. Whenever
they went out after this, they did so in the night, and by means
of the canoe; usually rowing to the nearest point, to such place
as they wished to reach, and then concealing the canoe till
they returned.
Kua-ta-hu now began to visit the lake daily, as it was now
his time to catch bass, which he cured by smoking them for his
winter's food; and it was also an excellent season for catching
rattlesnakes, as they now began to gather together at the hill,
where they laid up during the winter, in dens. He was a great
source of annoyance to the band.  They several times urged
the propriety of taking his life, but as they were generally
weary during the day, after their nightly expeditions, they deferred this necessary precaution, from time to time.
Kua-ta-hu was also in the habit of hunting, at this season of
the year, for wild honey, that he sold readily to the white
families about the country; and while he looked cautiously
upon the ground for rattlesnakes, he also kept a sharp look-out
among the old trees, to discover if any honey-bees were going
in and out of the holes in them.
One day, while thus employed on Snake Hill, he came to the
tall pine, that stood above the bandits' cave. Looking away
up into the lofty top, he discovered the incisions that had been
made by the bandits, to let the foul air of the cave escape.
Again and again, he looked up at the holes, and then with
instinctive curiosity, he looked on the ground for the chips that
must have fallen from  them, as he plainly saw  that they had
not been made any great length of time, but he could find none.
This was singular; there was some mystery lurking here, else




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why should the chips have been gathered up and taken away
so carefully? He continued looking cautiously all around upon
the ground, with the sharp and peculiar vision of his race.
Not yet satisfied, he went up the hill, coitinuing his curious
search, and then down to the very verge of the lake. Carefully
pursuing his course along the shore, among the underbrush, and
park evergreens, he at length discovered the passage leading
into the cave. By sounding, he found the water that backed
into it, to be but about three feet deep.  He peered into the
dark hole, and thinking that it had something to do with the incisions in the tree, determined to explore it. Stepping cautiously
into the water, he waded along until he came to a bank of dirt,
nearly as high as his head. He climed up the bank, and groped
cautiously along, feeling the width of the entrance on each
side, and carefully sounding with his forked stick, lest he should
fall into some pit.  He grasped his tormahawk firmly, ready to
defend himself if it became necessary, and finally came to
where the narrow passage opened into a large apartment. It
was totally dark.  He paused, and listened; so profoundly
still was it, that he could have heard the slightest breathing of
a man or animal.  Satisfied that there was no one within it,
he determined to explore it fully, and to strike a light, that would
reveal its character.  With a steel and tinder that he carried
to light his tobacco-pipe, lie struck fire, and lighting a pine knot,
with which he was provided, was enabled to take a survey of
the cave.
There he saw benches, a rude table, beds, arms and ammunition; there was also food, liquor, and in short, everything that
was wanted, to make whoever occupied the place, as comfortable as they could possibly be in such an abode.  It was evident
to the senses of Kua-ta-hfi, that this subterranean abode, was
not occupied by Indians, for there had evidently been too much
labor exhausted upon it to meet the views of any of his race.
It was supported by palisades, that, in his opinion, must have
been rafted down the lake, as he had discovered no evidence
of their having been cut near the spot.  At the back part of
the cave, was a small door, partly open. He passed through
it, and found a narrow passage extending still farther,-a current of air almost extinguished his torch.  Shielding it with the
corner of his blanket, he kept on until the passage turned suddenly upward. The mystery of the holes in the lofty pine was
solved; they had been cut there to let the confined air of the
cave escape.
As it happened, the bandaleros had been out the night before,
on one of their expeditions against a distant Whig family, and
did not reach the lake until after daylight. They then delibera



60                       GLANMORE
ted as to whether it was good policy to embark and go to the
cave at that time, as in all probability, Kua-ta-hu would be fishing, and discover them.  They concluded to wait there until
near night, as he usually left the lake and went home about
three or four o'clock. They concealed themselves in a thicket,
and the main part laid down to sleep, while the others stood as
sentinels. Growing impatient, one of the men observed,
"There's no use of our skulking here, to avoid being seen
by that cussed old Injun; the sooner we put him out of tie way
the better. It ought to have been done long ago. Now, I am
for going to the cave, and if we find him  skulking about
the hill, or on the lake, in his canoe, I will bring my long rifle
to bear on him."
"But suppose," said another, "that he should escape; then,
in all probability, we should very soon have to change our
quarters."
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained," returned  the  first
speaker; " for my part, I want my breakfast, and if I have to
shoot an Injun before I eat it, I shall relish it all the better.  It
is consummate, ridiculous folly, for us to be waiting here in
this way: for my part, I apprehend more danger from  being
pursued by the neighbors of old Herron, the old Whig curmudgeon we robbed last night, than I do from this old Injun."
One after another of the gang fell in with this one's opinion,
and they were soon after, paddling along towards Snake Hill.
Kua-ta-hu, after finishing his survey of the cave, was making
his way out of the main passage, leading to the lake,-we say
main passage, because Kua-ta-hu had discovered a very narrow
passage, beside the one that he had entered, leading fiom  the
main room  to the lake, in another direction; dug evidently
for the purpose of retreating, if its inmates should happen at
any time to be surprised in their subterraneous abode. While
thus going out, he heard the sound of paddles. As he stood in
the dark passage, he saw the thick evergreens open, and a
large canoe filled with white men, disguised as Indians, glide
into the passage.
There was no way for him  to get out without taking the
other passage; and fearing to take that, lest he should find
others on the outer side, he went quietly back into the cave,
and through the door that led into the tunnel that extended to
the hollow tree. Having divined the use of the shaft, he felt
tolerably secure where he was, and crouching along for. some
distance, quietly seated himself on the ground, determined to
wait there until he could find an opportunity of escaping unseen,
felicitating himself, at the same time, with the idea, that as he
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who and what those men were, that had taken up their quarters in this strange, wild place.
"It is well," observed Sharpe, the man who had first broach
ed the subject of starting for the cave, " for old Kua-ta-hu that
he was not in sight, as I had determined to give him a dose of
cold lead."
"I wish he had been," said Glanmore, " for somehow I have
a presentiment that he will play the mischief with us yet."
" What will you give me for his scalp? " asked Sharpe.
"I will-   why, I will give you one hundred and fifty dol(ars," answered Glanmore.
"Agreed," said Sharpe.  "I will take my stand behind the
log where you lay when you first discovered him, and while he
is fishing, just opposite to it, in his accustomed place, I will convert him into fish-bait."
"Very well," said the chief. " Take syour stand there to-iorrow morning; but mind, now, you must bring his scalp, or you
won't get the hundred."
"And fifty," continued the man, with a loud laugh.
"Ugh!" mentally exclaimed Kua-ta-hu, with an, inward
chuckle, as he overheard this conversation.
After the bandoleros had finished the meal, which it was their
first care to provide, Sharpe, who had agreed to kill Kua-ta-hu,
proposed to take his rifle and tomahawk. and go out to ascertain
whether the old Indian's canoe might not be drawn up on the
shore, as it was possible it might be, while he was in the woods.
If he found it there, he would lie in ambush, and shoot him when
he returned.
"Have to wait a great while," thought Kua-ta-hu. who con
sidered himself fortunate in thus discovering that such dangerous inhabitants were in such close proximity to his favorite
fi;hing and hunting grounds.
Sharpe returned in about an hour.
"Where's Kua-ta-hu's scalp?" said Glanmore.
"On him head," mentally exclaimed Kua-ta-hu.
"Oh! I didn't find any canoe," said Sharpe.  "I went down
the shore a long way.  I think the lake has been too rough for
fishing to-day.  The wind has increased since we came in, and
the swells are running very high."
"Good," mentally exclaimed Kua-ta-hu; "the waves drive
Kua-ta-hu's canoe off; " and then he breathed easier, as he had
been in great suspense lest the man might find his canoe and
destroy it.
The bandits, as was their custom, now that they had got
safely back to their quarters once more divided the spoils of




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the past night, and then made themselves merry over a bottle
of brandy, that they had taken from the old Whig's cellar.
Growing communicative, as men generally do under the influence of good liquor, Sharpe ventured to address Glanmore as
follows:
" I perceive," said he, "that something seems to hang heavily on your mind.  Why, man, you look lately as though you
had lost all your fiiends.  Come, cheer up! Take another pull
at Black Betty, and as the old Psalm says, tell us* Whiat it is that casts you down,
What it is that grieves you I'
And perhaps we can put matters all right. We are all your
friends-we'll stick to you to the death.  Come, out with it!
You used to be the merriest fellow in the company, but since
the affair of the soldier at your father's house, you are as solemn
as an owl."
" My private feelings," returned Glanmore, haughtily, " are
my own individual property, and no man must question me in
regald to them."
" Bravely spoken, by G-!" said Sharpe. The blood mounted
to Glanmore's forehead, as he sat moodily thinking of his affair
of love. Sharpe, irritated by the reply of Glanmore, continued:
"I shouldn't wonder if the chief had left a sweetheart somewhere, that he fears he may lose. I remember hearing him
saying something about a Caroline somebody, in his sleep.
Come, Glanmore, tell us who this Caroline is, and perhaps we
may aid you in the matter."
Glanmore's face became still more flushed; and the rest of
the band, mistaking his angry, burning countenance, for blushing bashfulness, set up a loud laugh, and cried out with one
accord, " Come! come! Glanmore, you are caught! out with
it, tell us who you are in love with, and what it is that clouds
your brow."
Glanmore, finding that he was likely to be bored upon this
matter, as he had not control enough over his men, who were
principally much older than himself, and acknowledged no law
except their own wills-to awe them  into silence, concluded
that he might as.well tell them at once, why he was so altered
in appearance and manner, at the same time, hoping that they
might possibl y aid lirm in con u. atmg the fl.."  destruction
of his rival, provided the plans he had already laid, did not
suce.eed in accomplishing that object.
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the secret, and to aid and assist me in the matter to the ut
most of your power, I will let you into the mystery."
They all agreed to the proposition, and took the oath of
eternal secrecy. After which, he made a full statement of his
affair of love to them.
Kua-ta-hu drew near the door, and overheard every word
that Glanmore spoke. After the recital was finished, he mentally exclaimed, "Glanmore no kill George Rushwood while
Kua-ta-hu lives."
After some time, one of the band observed: "I would advise
you to go to your father's to-night, and ascertain whether your
cousin has succeeded in getting off to the army. It is possible
too, that Rushwood may come home for a short time, as the
American army are now lying only a few miles from your
father's house. If he should happen to be at home, you might
do the job for him yourself."
It was therefore agreed upon, that Glanmore should go home,
and remain there concealed a few days; the operations of the
band being in the mean time intrusted to the next in command.
Kua-ta-hu overheard them saying, " that they must go up
the lake that night, to a point where they had concealed some
provisions, and bring them down to the cave." Glanmore was
to be carried in the canoe some distance up the lake, from
whence he would strike out across the country for his father's
place. At night they started on the proposed expedition.
Kua-ta-hu was much rejoiced to hear that they were all going.
They took the precaution to put out their lights. After they
had been gone some minutes, Kua-ta-hu ventured fiom  his
hiding-place, and could just descry the canoe, as it glided away
over the waves. He followed along the shore after the canoe,
and perceiving them  making for the shore, reached a tree,
behind which he secreted himself very near the landing-place of
Glanmore. After Glanmore landed, Kua-ta-hu followed him,
dogging him as no one else could but an Indian.
When Glanmore reached his father's house, and all had become still there, Kua-ta-hu stole away quietly and went over
to the house of Widow Rushwood.  There was a light shining
from the window. Kua-ta-hu peered cautiously in at the casement, and to his astonishment, saw George Rushwood and his
mother in earnest conversation. He went quietly away, resolving to keep a strict watch upon Glanmore's movements,
as he wo!ld notv, probably, finding that George was at lsiic,
endeavor to take his life.
The next day, it was ascertained by the old Tory's family
that Rushwood had arrived at home from the American camp.
When this intelligence came to the ears of Gordon Glanmore,




64                       GLANMORE;
he exclaimed, mentally, "Now  he is in my power.  Ere tomorrow's sun shall ascend, the earth shall drink his blood.  I
will away to the cave, and summon some of my bravest and
truest followers, and we will make a sure and certain end to
the life of this hated rival of mine.  But," continued he, "there
may be danger in trusting these confederates Or mine, too, for
-no! I will not go to the cave, I,-yes, I will do the deed, he
shall fall by my hand. Fool," muttered he, " fool that I am! I
have gone too far already; I have trusted this love affair to the
ears of those outlaws of mine, and who knows but that they
may yet betray me."
Acting in accordance with this last resolve, he left the house
as soon as it was dark, and armed with a pair of horse pistols,
that were stuck into his girdle, stole across the fields, and entered a piece of woodland that approached very near the front
of Widow Rushwood's house, and took a position there for the
purpose of watching the movements of Lieut. Rushwood.
At length, the door opened and Rushwood came forth, and
made his way directly towards Mansfield's house. Glanmore
kept pace with him across the fields adjoining the road, not in
the least suspecting that any human being was following him.
But, as we before said, there was a human being not far behind
him, who regarded every movement hle made with extreme vigilance.  That being, gentle reader, was Kua-ta-hu, who following him thus, and getting nearer and nearer to him, finally
gave him the providential blow  that saved the life of Lieut.
Rushwood. When Kua-ta-hu struck him, it came so sudden and
simultaneously with the terrific thunder-clap before described,
that it led him to suppose, when he recovered fiomr the stunning effects of the blow, that he had been slightly shocked by
the electric fluid; yet he could hardly account by any mode
of philosophical reasoning, for the wound  upon  his head.
However much reason or plilosophy failed to convince him of
this, he was, nevertheless, well assured of one thing, and that
was, that his rival had escaped unharmed, for he found, upon
examinilg his pistol, that it was not discharged.  The rain by
this time was falling tremendously. Finding hlirself thus foiled
in his dastardly attempt upon the life of his rival, lie resolved
to go back again to Rushwood's, having become convinced by
the conversation, that Rushwood would not remain at Mansfield's that night, and that he would be off for the American
camp on the morrow.
Kua-ta-hu, when he felled him to the earth, was on the point
of striking him  dead with his hatchet, but suddenly pausing,
exclaimed, "No, me no kill him,-         kill him, tlat good."
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venge, it would be better for the injured party to have the satisfaction of killing the one who had injured him.
When he came to Rushwood's house, all.was dark and silent
within. He resolved to reach the cave and arouse his men.
O! if he only had them with him how soon he would destroy
his rival; but he dare not attack him single handed. He re*
paired to his father's stable, and mounting the fleetest horse it
contained, rode furiously towards Saratoga lake. Kua-ta-hu
followed, knowing pretty well where he was going, but he was
distanced by the fleet horse, and turned back, for the purpose
of informing Rushwood of his danger; but as he neared the
house, he concluded, as it was a long way to the lake, Glan.
more could not arrive there and bring men back with him
before morning; so, wrapping himself in his blanket, he laid
down in the woods, intending to warn Rushwood of his danger
in the morning, but before he reached the house in the morning,
George had left. He found that he had gone to the army, and
would not return in a long time; and not thinking it prudent
to frighten his mother by relating what he knew, he wisely
held his peace, and returned to the south end of the lake, where
he found his canoe.
Glanmore arrived at the cave, leaving his horse in the woods
about two miles distant, aroused his sleeping men and related
what had transpired.  They immediately armed themselves,
and set out with a full determination of burning. Rushwood's
house, and murdering him before morning. But before they
reached it they found that it was so near morning, that they
could not possibly accomplish their plan of destroying him before daylight; they therefore changed their purpose, and resolved to waylay and shoot him on the road.  They made a
wide circuit through the woodland on the back of the farms
that lay along the highway.  On coming to the spot before
described, where George was shot at, they carefully examined
the road, and finding that no horse had passed since the rain,
considered themselves as sure now of their prey.
When George came in sight, they arranged themselves behind trees, and waited until he had just passed them, as they
could then reveal themselves, and have a better chance to aim,
but that fearful bound of the horse raised him and his rider
above and out of the range of their fire. Perceiving themselves baffled, they sullenly made their way back to the cave.
Kua-ta-hu-deeming it unsafe to fish in the lake-after concealing his canoe in a different place from where he ordinarily did, went back to his wigwam, that was situated a little
north of the present village of Saratoga Springs, and deliberated what he should do to prevent the fatal consequences that




66                      GLANMORE;
would ensue, if he did not apprise Rusllwood of his danger
but being the next day out in the woods, he was bitten in the
leg by a rattlesnake. The remedies that the Indian race were
in the habit of applying, for the cure of the bite of this venomous reptile, not being at hand, before he procured them his leg
became fearfully swollen; he, however, at length found them,
but the virus had infused itself so thoroughly throughout his
system, that it was some days before he was able to again leave
his wigwam, except to go three times each day to what is now
known as the High Rock Springs, where he drank freely of the
sparkling waters, that then flowed over the top of the conical
rock through which they came forth.  The lofty pine that
afterwards fell across it, and caused the crack, through which
the waters now escape near the ground, was then standing
erect; and had Kua-ta-hu known that that tree was fated to
destroy the beautiful fountain, that he believed to have been
placed there by the Great Spirit, for the especial benefit of his
red children; his hatchet would have soon hewed it down, and
sent it crashing in another direction. He placed much reliance
upon the medicinal qualities of this water, and believed that it
was eminently useful in cleansing his system from the lurking
effects of the rattlesnake's virus. During his confinement,
which continued several days, he was in terrible anxiety lest
the plans of the band, he had so providentially discovered,
should be consummated, before he could inform their intended
victim, so that he might frustrate them.




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CHAPTER  XII.
Plots and Plans.
WaHEr  the bandits arrived at the cave, the chief was more
despondent than ever.  Twice had his rival been within his
grasp, and twice had he escaped; once, as he almost believed,
by the interposition of Providence; and again, as he believed.
by an over-assurance on his part and that of his men.
It was night when they arrived at the cave, and but little
was said by any one till after breakfast next morning, when
one of the band remarked to Glanniore, "I don't see why you
should wish to take the life of vour rival; I have been thinking of a different plan, that might give you the entire control
of the girl; then you might marry her if you pleased, and that
would put an end to the matter; for after you had married
her, forcibly or otherwise, George Rushwood would not wish
of course, to make her his wife. He might then rave and rant
as much as he pleased, but you may entirely avoid him; for as
the British will probably be defeated soon, and our position
here become untenable, you can take your money, that is
buried here, and fly with the girl, where, by changing your
name, you might never be recognized."
" What is your plan for getting possession of her," said the
chief.
"It is this," continued he  " You know that the girl is at
her father's house, now?"
" Yes, I have seen her there during the last two days."
" Well, as soon as it is dark to-night, we will march to old
Mansfield's house. I have been itching for some time to handle the rusty dollars that he must have-for you know he is
one of the richest mren in these parts. We might as well make
an end of him-as he will, if spared, raise the country, and
pursue his daughter-and his wife, too. You see the policy of
this?"
" Yes," responded the chief, moodily.
" Well, after this we will rob the house, and set fire to it.
you in the mean time can secure the girl; and as the bodies
will be consumed in the flames, people will take it for granted
that she is consumed also-that will prevent pursuit."




G8                      GLANMORE;
"Well, what am I to do with the girl?" said the chief.
" Fly with her to my house in Schenectady. It is a retired
place on the north side of the Mohawk. I will guide you there,
and she can be kept there until you can make your future
arrangements, as you wish."
" This all seems very well in theory," said the chief, but how
will it work in practice? How can I ever look a wife in the
face after being guilty of the deith of her parents? And even
had 1 the hardihood to do this, would she not detest and abhor
me?  Would she not fly from  me the first opportunity that
offered? I rather think I should have to keep her in a cage;
and then she is such4 a courageous and high-spirited girl,
that she would probably destroy herself; for at best, she loves
me not."
"Secure her first, and the love will come afterwards," said
the man.
"No, I think," returned the chief, "that I would rather
throw myself into the lake, than to undertake such a job as
that would be, if —he paused a moment-" if I could first
be assured that my rival was annihilated from the face of the
earth."
"You are too sensitive in this matter," said the man; "are
not your hands already deeply dyed in human blood?  Are
you not already an outlaw, and do you not know that if the
Americans defeat the British, as it now seems probable they
will, that you can never more be safe for a single moment in
this county?  In my opinion, if you are determined to have
this girl, you had better strike now. If you delay this matter,
probably in a few days Burgoyne will be defeated; the northern army will be partially disbanded, and that young ranger
Will return home; and then, if I am not mistaken in his metal,
he will push this love affair to a successful issue. He will
return fresh from  a victorious battle-field; and, as the father
of thegirl is a thorough whig, he will take advantage of the auspicious moment; and then, if you and your band show your
heads in that part, it is ten to one if he don't prove your ruin.
I tell you, from what 1 saw in his eye, yesterday, he will be an
ugly customer to deal with.  If you should attack Mansfield's
house, after he gets this fine young girl under his protection,
you might as well attack a lion in his den."
"I feel the force of your argument," said the chief. A deep
silence ensued. At length the chief arose, and paced the cave
with hurried strides; seating himself again, he exclaimed"I have it now, your plan is good in part, but I think I can
obviate some of the difficulties in the way. You know that
eVery one in my neighborhood supposes me to be a prisoner in




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the British army. Now, if five or six of the band would go to
Mansfield's house, and carry out your plan, I would take you,"
addressing the one who had concocted the plan, " and the balance of the band, and lie concealed at some little distance. I
would procure a horse at my father's stable; and we would
dress ourselves in common clothes. You secure the girl, and
pretending to be Indians, be careful not to betray yourselves in
this particular. Bring her with you as if to carry her away.
After you pass the place where we are concealed, we will rush
out, and come rapidly upon you. When we come up, you
must pretend to resist; we will have a desperate sham fight.
You must pretend to yield, after a while, and fly; I will wrest
the girl from you, and assure her that having been a few days
ago released from confinement, by being exchanged for British
prisoners, I had arrived at home in the evening; that being
aroused by perceiving the light of the burning house, I'had
flown to assist them, determined if the Tories or Indians had
attacked the house, I would rescue her and her family, or perish
in the attempt. I will leave one more in ambush, who must
come running with apparently breathless haste, and say that a
large body of Indians and Tories are advancing upon the
neighborhood. I will then pretend to fly with her beyond the
reach of danger, and we will make our way with her to your
house. I think that in this way, I can conceal my real character, and inspire her with gratitude at least."
"Good!" exclaimed the whole gang, at once.4 "Capital plan!
You will suceeed in winning the girl if you follow out your plan
as well as you have commenced it."
But the old man's money," said the chief, " you know I
shall want a portion with my wife."' For my part," said Sharpe, the man who claimed the honor
of originating the plan, " I am willing that you should have all
we get, for we have already more specie than we can readily
dispose of in a long time, without exciting suspicion."
The band agreeing to this proposition, they made preparations
for the expedition, and when darkness threw its sombre mantle
over the bosom of the lake, they made their way towards
Mansfield's residence.




70                      GLANMORZ;
CHAPTER XIII.
Attack upon Mansfield's house-Burning of the same-Sup.
posed murder of Mr. Mansfield-Caroline a prisoner-Borne
away by the Bandit Chief-Mrs. Sharpe.
THE thunder of the battle of Stillwater had that day been
borne to the ears of Caroline Mansfield. Again and again,
she went forth and listened to the tremendous roaring of volleys
of musketry, and the awful thundering of the British artillery,
that reverberated through the surrounding country. She would
then go into the house, and throwing herself in the attitude of
prayerful supplication, earnestly implore the Almighty Ruler
of the Universe to spare unscathed, if it seemed to him meet,
the brave youth of her heart; who was then no doubt mingling
in the terrible conflict that came home to her ears on the wings
of the wind.
Old Widow Rushwood also heard the distant roar of the
battle; she too prayed with that deep and earnest agony, that
none but a loving mother could manifest, for the safety of her
son. But she had no one to comfort her, she was alone: none
to breathe a word of consolation; none to pour oil upon the
troubled waters of her soul.
At length the distant roar died away; fainter and fainter it
came, and then as the twilight came there was a deep calm,
rendered awful by the contemplation that probably now hundreds of brave men that had that day gone forth to battle, were
lying now all weltering in gore, and locked in the cold, icy embrace of death.
Caroline Mansfield felt the terrible effect of this calm, and
after repeatedly listening to discover whether the engagement
was renewed, offered up a prayer for the safety of her country,
and her lover, if he were not already slain. She then retired,
and overcome by the fearful excitement of the day, she sunk
into a nervous slumber, and dreamed that her lover had been
slain in the battle; that she had gone forth to gaze once more
upon his features; that she was passing over and among the
heaps of dead soldiers and officers that were scattered over
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ner lover, a band of painted and plumed savages came suddenly
upon her; she uttered a scream  that awoke her.  She heard
some one knocking at the door. She stole softly into her
father's chamber and informed him of it. Her heart beat high
with hope, it might be George, who had returned to bring the
tidings of the battle.
Mr. Mansfield was a cautious as well as a courageous man,
and as calls at that hour of the night were rather suspicious,
after lighting a candle, he took an old sword from its hanging
place in the bed-room, and advancing to the window, inquired
who was there.  The fellow, thinking of the caution that had
been given the band, not to betray themselves by using their
native language, answered Kua-ta-hu, trying to give the name
as deep a guttural sound as possible.  The artifice succeeded.
Mr. Mansfield, thinking that Kua-ta-hu had come to warn him
of some approaching danger, opened the door without further
delay;but in an instant several Indian figures sprang towards
him. He endeavored to defend himself, and did successfully,
for a time; but at length he received a blow on the head, from
a tomahawk that was thrown at him, and fell apparently dead
upon the floor.  The assailants then pursued the affrighted
Caroline, who was vainly endeavoring to fly with her mother.
The old lady seeing the savages, as she supposed them  to be,
coming through the hall, from whence she and Caroline were
endeavoring to escape by a back door, swooned and fell, and
Caroline was instantly seized, and though she struggled resolutely, was held firmly by the superior strength of three men,
while the rest ransacked the house. Finding it useless to struggle, she assumed a; statue-like calmness, and gazed fearfully at
the bodies of her father and mother, that lay on  the floor, apparently dead.
The robbers at length finished their search, and brought forth
several hundred silver dollars,-time was precious to them, as
they were in the midst of an extensive settlement. They felt
of the bodies: the old lady appeared entirely lifeless, and the
blood flowed plentifully from  the wounded father; he did not
appear to be quite dead, but they nevertheless supposed that he
had received a mortal;wound. -They drew the bodies into the
bed-room, and fastened the door firmly.  One of the gang,
whispering in a very low tone to another, remarked, "If they
are not dead, the fire will finish them."' They then set fire to th6
house in several places, taking eare to pile a heap of combustibles against the door of the bed-room, where the bodies lay,
and set fire to it.
While these fearful preparations were going forward, the
dauntless: Caroline stood pale as marble, firmly grasped by two




72                      GLANMORE;
men; but when she saw the flames that were to devour her
parents, begin to rise and lap the partition against which they
lay; and when the robbers seized her, and rudely bore her out
of her father's house, ah! then the world was a blank to her.
She fell into a dreadful swoon, from which she did not awake
until she found herself surrounded by four men, who were applying water to her face to arouse her.  They hurried away
with the inanimate form  of Caroline, and after passing the
point where the chief lay concealed, saw him come rushing on
towards them; his demeanor was furious and determined, but
they spoke to him and assured him, " that there was no necessity for the proposed sham-fight and rescue, as the girl was
senseless, and unless means were immediately taken to restore
her, she would probably never breathe again."
Deeply disappointed in being thus frustrated in this important
maneuvre, he took tle apparently lifeless form of Caroline on
the horse before him, and soon arrived at a small brook, where
he restored her to consciousness.  Perceiving herself to be surrounded by Americans, she uttered a wild exclamation, and
recognizing Glanmore, as he bent over her, upbraided him with
having been the cause of her capture.
"Believe me, Miss Mansfield," said Glanmore; "when I tell
you that you are entirely mistaken.  I was but a few days ago
released from confinement within the British lines, I arrived
at home this very night.  I saw  the flames of your father's
house, and determined to save you and your family, as I suspected they had been attacked by Indians or Tories. I aroused
these friends of mine, who were at my father's house, and flew
to the scene of destruction.  I found that the house had apparently been robbed, as I found no one about.  1 rushed in to
see if any one could be found, but as I opened the door, the
flames burst out, and it was impossible to enter.  By the light
of the burning house, I discovered bloody tracks leading in this
direction  I hurried on the road as the tracks led me-I overtook five Indians carrying you away. After a desperate strug,
gle I succeeded in wresting you from them. Two or three of.them were wounded when they fled. I brought you hither, as
this was the nearest water that I could reach, to restore you to
consciousness. -"
At this moment, one of the band came running with breathless haste, and informed them that a large party of Tories and
Indians had attacked the neighborhood, and that he had barely
escaped from their rapid movements.
" We must fly," said the chief, " for after sacking our neigh.
borhood, they will probably sweep on further, 0! my poor
father and mother " ejaculated he, apparently in a paroxyers




A ROMANCE OF -T4IE REVOLUTION.'3,of agony, "I would fain defend you, but alas! there is rio use
of five men's attempting to face hundreds.  Caroline," said he,
~ I will defend you; I will carry you out of the reach of these
merciless savages. Fly with me! time is precious!"
"No, let me go back and die upon the funeral pile of my
parents," said she. " If you carry me away, it will be against
my will. 0! release me, and let me return and throw  myself
into the flames of my father's house!"
Finding that she was not to be persuaded, he exclaimed, " It
is folly, it is madness, Miss Mansfield, to talk thus! When the excitement of this terrible night is over, you will thank me for preserving your life." So saying, he, by the assistance of his men,
lifted the form of the trembling girl to his saddle.
"I cannot, I will not go!" she exclaimed, "I cannot go forward to meet a worse death than that I have escaped."
"Be calm, Miss Mansfield," said Glanmore, "I will protect
you, as far as I can from all harm; these friends of mine will
aid me in so doing.  You cannot suppose that the friend of
your youth means to leave you. No, Caroline, I will not suffei
you to remain here to be slaughtered, or carried away a captive
by the savages."
Finding that it was in vain to expostulate, Caroline became
calm, and with a resolve that she would escape thefirst opportunity, was carried forward by the ruffianly bandoleros.
They treated her with great tenderness, but vainly did Glanmore endeavor to assure her that he had rescued her. No, she
had overheard the whisper at her father's house in relation to
the disposal of her parents' bodies. It convinced her that those
men were not Indians, and she believed that all Glanmore had
told her was a base fabrication to deceive her. She believed
him to have been one of the number, and she was now confirmed in her former suspicions relative to his being a Tory.
The deep sorrow that she felt for the loss of her parent, was
too deep, too full, to allow her to weep, and so with dreadful
calmness she submitted to her fate.
All night, and all next day, did they travel with her, and not
until late the next night did they reach the place of their destination. It was a rude log-house, near the Mohawk River.
They halted a few rods from it, and one of the men, addressing
Caroline, said.:  Here is way house-here you will be beyond
the reach of danger-and here you are welcome to stay until
your friend can ascertain when it will be safe lor you to return."
He then went forward to arouse his family, " as he did not
wish," as he said, " to frighten them by appearing before the
house with so large a company."  His wife, he said, "was- a
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length a light gleamed from the house, and the party advanced
and were ushered in.  The woman of the house met Caroline
in a graceful and lady-like manner, that greatly astonished her,
being so different from the usual address of the wives of backwoodsmen.  She expressed herself as deeply sympathizing with
her in her misfortunes. She was certain she must be greatly
fatigued by so long ajourney, performed under such uncomfortable circumstances, and hurrying about, prepared a very
comfortable supper, of which she urged Caroline to partake.
Caroline sat down at the table, but she could swallow nothing.
No, her grief was too deep and poignant to allow her to eat.
After which, the woman escorted her to a neat room, in which
was a comfortable bed, and corresponding furniture.  " This,
my dear young lady," said she, "will be your room while you
stay with us; so make yourself comfortable, and may God enable you to bear up under your bitter trials." Bidding her a kind
" Good-night," she left Caroline, and in a moment returned, say.
ing, " I forgot to give you the key of your room," at the same
time handing it to her. "I shall be obliged to lodge these
strangers in the large room through which you passed, and I
thought you might wish to lock your door." After she was
gone, Caroline offered up a prayer to her heavenly Father, that
he would support her in this trying hour; after which she locked
her door, and retired for the night. The great fatigue she had
endured so completely overcame her that she fell into a profound
sleep, from  which she did not awake until the next morning.
Mrs. Sharpe took good care to lock the door of the large room
adjoining Caroline's, as she had been warned against leaving
any outlet through which she might escape; and as her husband
and the balance of the party were in a distant part of the house,
they talked freely of the success of their plans thus far.  Mrs.
Sharpe complimented the bandit chief on the beauty of his fair
captive; but Sharpe was of the opinion that it would take him
a long time to win her heart by gentle means, if he succeeded
no better than he had since he had got her into his power.
The deep and deceitful Mrs. Sharpe, who was withal of a romantic turn of mind, eagerly listened to a recital of all the
plans and operations thus far, and delighted with the novelty of
the thing, freely gave her advice for furthering them, promising
to use every artifice in her power to bring matters to a successful issue.
"As the young gentleman does not seem inclined," said she,'4 to resort to any violent means to win his lady, now that she
is in his power, whenever he thinks fit to use it, I would advise
him, for some time at least, to(treat her with: no more than
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to suppose that he has really taken a disinterested part in the
matter; and the more effectually to lull her suspicions, I would
advise him to let me write a few love-letters, purporting to
come from  some young lady at a distance.  He can place
them in his coat pocket, and leaving it in the house, go out tomorrow for some alleged purpose, and while he is out, I will
take up the coat, and as it will exhibit nothing more than female curiosity, I will probe the pocket and take out the letters
and read them in her presence, pretending to have discovered
a great secret. There must be one, also, that must be written
in your own hand, and dated recently. It must be wrapped up
carefully, addressed to the lady, but not sealed, as though you
had not sent it. It must reply to the last letter of your imaginary lady-love, and must contain a proposition of marriage."
This was considered a good plan, and Mrs. Sharpe sat down
and wrote three short, but sweet, letters, and then directed
Glanmore how to write one in reply to her last. They purported to come from a young lady at a distanee, and it appeared
from the answer that they had accumulated at his house while
he had been a prisoner in New York.  "After your return,"
said she, with a knowing wink, " from the expedition you propose to take in order to ascertain whether it will be safe for
Miss Mansfield to return, I will furnish you with another letter,
in which you shall be informed of the death of your lady, and
then you must begin to woo Miss MIansfield as a balm for a
broken heart."  After concocting this very deeply romantic
plan, as she considered it, she retired, consoling herself with the
contemplation of her wonderful ingenuity.
It was late in the morning before any of the inmates of the
house arose, except the man who noiselessly guarded Caroline's
room. Mrs. Sharpe went to Miss Mansfield's room, and roused
her, fearing, as she said, "that she would sleep too much-it
was not proper to sleep too long at a time, after being greatly
exhausted with fatigue. The sleep then was too heavy, and
had a tendency to injure one. She would advise her, by all
means, to rise and take some coffee; it would invigorate her
so much, and then she might, if she chose, lie down, and refresh
herself with sleep during the day."
Caroline heard all this artful woman's fair speeches with distrust.  She assured her "that she felt extremely ill, and although she might sit up for a brief time, and take some refreshment, yet she would be extremely happy if Mrs. Sharpe would
send them in to her room, and at the same time would bring
her a bible, as she was in the habit of reading a portion ot
Scripture each morning before breakfast."
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table,ad ad so the coffee, and some cakes, and sundry other
delicacies. Mrs. Sharpe "did not wish to intrude, but if Miss
Mansfield would read a portion of Scripture aloud, she would
be pleased to listen to it.  It was not common for her to have
the pleasure of having pious and educated young ladies at her
house, since Mr. Sharpe had moved from  the city into the
backwoods."
Caroline complied; but Mrs. Sharpe was not prepared for
what followed. After Caroline had finished reading, she knelt
down and prayed.  However, the hypocritical woman must
carry out her hypocrisy in order to be consistent; and so, after
Miss Mansfield had ceased praying, she made a very appropri,
ate prayer in- behalf of the orphan who had been thrown by the
necessities of life, as she expressed it, under her especial care;.
Thus hypocrisy ever overleaps itself, for Caroline Mansfield saw
at a glance that this cold and formal prayer did not come fronm
the deep fountains of the soul; and further, that in requesting
her to read, and tarrying while she prayed, she had transgress.
ed the rules of etiquette, as no real lady would presume to ask
such a privilege of one in her circumstances.
After Mrs. Sharpe had left, she partook of some slight re.
freshment, arnd turning to the' Word.of Life foro consolation, she
was particularly struck with the beautiful feminine delicacy of
the hand, in which the records of the family were therein registered.  She noticed it the more particularly, as the hand was
uncommonly beautiful.  Mrs. Sharpe came in to remove the
breakfast, and Caroline was at that moment looking at the family record. Thinking that she would smother in some degree
the feelings of abhorrence she had conceived for this wnoman,
she observed," This is an uncommonly beautiful hand, Mrs. Sharpe."
"Yes," returned Mrs. Sharpe, " I always keep the family
record myself:  My husband writes a hurried business hand,
and he always would insist that I should make the entries in.
stead of him."
One of the band from the cave arrived soon after breakfast,
and informed the chief "that old Mansfield had somehow or
other escaped from the burning house. He had come into the possession of the knowledge in this way: After those of the band
who were left behind by him when he came away with th
captive girl, had got back to the cave, they were extremely uneasy lest the attack upon Mansfield's house would arouse the
people in that thickly settled neighborhood, and bring them out
to search for the perpetrators of thedeed, and.that they would
be found in the cave, and destroyed.  They terfore sent him,
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do about matters there. He arrived in the vicinity during the
night, and saw that the house was entirely consumed. As he
came along in sight of Widow Rushwood's house, he saw a
light burning there. He cautiously approached the window
from whence it issued, and peering in, saw a number of armed
men; then he descried Mr. Mansfield lying upon the bed, with
his head bandaged; old Mrs. Mansfield was sitting by the bedside, apparently well, as she was administering medicine to the
husband. The men were talking about the attack upon the
house, and seeming to hunt out the perpetrators of the act.
He hurried back to the cave, and the men then desired that he
should come to him and urge him to come back to the cave
immediately, as they thought now they had better disband, and
each one take his share of the spoils. and go his way. One of
the men had learned that the Americans had defeated Bur.
goyne in an action fought the day the robbery was committed,
and they now considered their position insecure in that part
of the country. They had made up their minds that if he did
not come back to the cave in three days, they would take the
money and divide it, and then abandon the cave."
Upon the receipt of this intelligence, Glanmore hastily prepared to depart; and after cautioning Mrs. Sharpe in no event
to let Caroline escape from the house, took his departure, with
his men, for the cave.
Ill the confusion of the moment, Mrs. Sharpe forgot about
the letters; but recollecting about them as soon as the men
had left the house, and not wishing to be baffled in carrying
out her plan, she called the chief, and when he turned back she
exclaimed,-" I forgot to tell you to leave the letters with me.
I will manage them-just leave them with me, if you please. I
will make good use of them in your behalf." Not caring much
about them, he objected at first, but perceiving that Mrs. Sharpe
would distrust his confidence in her, as she plainly exhibited it
in her countenance, he thought proper to yield to her solicitations.
After he was gone, she was nettled with the idea of putting
her plan with regard to the letters into operation. During the
forenoon she went and knocked lightly at Caroline's door.
Caroline arose from her bed, where she was vainly endeavoring to soothe her troubled spirit with sleep, unlocked the door,
which she kept locked, feaiing lest Glanmore might invade the
sanctity of her chamber, and let Mrs. Sharpe in.
"I have finished my morning duties," said she, " and con.
cluded that I would come in and try to comfort you. I have
some news to tell you that may contribute towards that result.
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certain whether it will be safe for you to return. If he finds it
to be so, he will return, with some of his neighbors, and a com.
fortable conveyance, and take you back as soon as possible
But, by-the-bye, as I went into the room where he slept, I discovered this package where he had dropped it. He was gone;
so I took it up. I wished to ascertain if it was valuable, so
that I might take care of it accordingly; but upon opening it,
I found that it was a package of love-letters that he had received from some young lady, and I declare there was another,
written by himself, in answer to the lady's last letter, in which
he makes a formal proposal of marriage to her. Now  you
know that ladies, impelled by the natural curiosity of the sex,
always take the privilege of reading one's love-letters, when
they accidentally fall into their hands, and if you are willing, I
would like to read them to you.
Caroline, divining that these letters had something to do with
her own case, expressed a desire to hear them.  Mrs. Sharpe
went on to read the letters; but as Caroline glanced at the
address, she at once saw they were in the same beautiful handwriting that she had discovered in the family bible. The truth
flashed on her mind in an instant. She saw now through the
character of Mrs. Sharpe; she was deeply engaged in the plot
for her destruction, and she resolved to fly from the house the
first opportunity, preferring, as she did, anything rather than
being the prey of a man who would thus deeply imbrue his
hands in human blood.
Acting under this resolve, she feigned to throw off the deep
load of sorrow that weighed her down, and exhibited such a
degree of cheerfulness, that Mrs. Sharpe really believed her
plan would have the effect she wished.
Caroline wished to gain a knowledge of the locality of the
house, and to this end, she requested Mrs. Sharpe to walk out
with her, as she thought it would be beneficial to her to take
the fresh air. Sire perceived that the house was on the Mohawk river, and learned fiom Mrs. Slarpe, that it was the only
house in that section. Their nearest neighbor was four miles
off, and to reach them one must travel through a dense forest.
Mr. Sharpe had chosen this location on account of the excellent quality of the land, as he doubted not when his countrymen should defeat, and drive away the invaders, the place
would be speedily settled.
That afternoon Caroline prepared herself, and succeeding in
opening the window of her room, she got out of it, and fled
across a small field that lay adjoining the house, intending to
follow down the bank of the Mohawk until she reached the
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where she had friends living. Mrs. Sharpe did not however
let a half-hour escape without visiting Caroline's room, when
she listened at the key-hole, or made some excuse for entering;
but coming now to the room, she heard no noise; she peered
through the key-hole, she could discover no one; she knocked
lightly at the door, but received no answer; she knocked loudly, and still receiving no answer, she made an attempt to force
the door; failing in this, she ran out of the house to summon
her two sons, who were working in a field at some distance.
As she crossed the little inclosure through which Caroline had
passed, she saw the imprint of a delicate female foot in the
light alluvial soil: she followed on the track, but losing it, she
summoned her sons, and an Indian, that was helping the work
that day.  The sagacious Indian took the track of Miss Mansfield, and followed by the two boys and Mrs. Sharpe, traced
the track to a swamp, where they saw Caroline trying to make
her way over the bogs and old logs that lay scattered about.
Perceiving her pursuers, Caroline felt that she was discovered,
and the sudden revulsion of feeling caused her to swoon. She
was conveyed back to the house by the Indian, and then Mrs.
Sharpe speedily applied restoratives that brought her back to
consciousness. As soon as Mrs. Sharp saw she was recovered,
she exclaimed, "My dear young friend, I fear that the troubles
through which you have passed, have so far operated upon
you as to cause your mind to wander fiom its usual course.
We found you just now in a swamp, nearly a mile from  the
house. I shall, in order to prevent you again wandering away,
be obliged to leave you in this room, where there are no windows, for a day or two, and keep the key myself, as it is impossible that I can keep an eye on you the whole time. I will
furnish you with a light, and everything comfortable, and I
trust that in a day or two you will get over these aberrations
of mind."
Caroline saw that she was to be now made a prisoner, but
still was willing that Mrs. Sharpe should think that an alienated
mind had caused her to escape, if she was really sincere in
what she said.  "I don't know," said she, " but my mind does
wander, for my head aches terribly."
" It is very natural to suppose that it does," said Mrs. Sharpe,
"considering what you have passed through.  You had better
try now to compose yourself to rest, but first take a little of
this tincture, it is sedative in its operation, and will quiet your
nerves."
Caroline took the mixture and smelled of it as she put it to
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drugged with opium. " I will take a little more of it, bye and
bye," said she.
Mrs. Sharpe now informed her that she must go out and get
tea.  " Well," said she, " I must keep the key of your door,
for it is a great providence that we found you so soon, as you
would probably have sunk in that swamp you were in."
As soon as Caroline was left alone, she mentally exclaimed,
"Then I am indeed a captive and a prisoner, and this artful
and hypocritical woman is my jailor, and thinks to drug me
with opium to keep me quiet, but in this she shall be mistaken."
And thus saying, she pushed the glass containing the drug from
her, and sinking back in her chair, tears for the first time came
to her relief.  It was the first time she had wept since her appalling calamity, but at length she became calm, and with
heroic fortitude resolved that before she would submit to the
dreadful fate that seemed to await her, she would perish in defending herself.




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CHAPTER XIV.
Kua-ta-kh  determines to warn Lieut. Rushwood of his danger
-Visits the ruins of Mansfield's house-Is suspected by some
of the neighiors —Goes to the cave at Snake Iill —tets a
clue to the whlereabouts of Miss Mansfield-Rescues  her from
her keeper-Comes near beiag discovered by the banditsArrives at the High Rock Spring- Urges her to drink, al
iegisg twt the water was a " Great fedicine,"
WuEN Kua-ta-hu recovered so as to go out, he resolved at
once to make his way to the American camp, and inform Lieut.
Rushwood of his danger. As the residence of his mother:ay
nearly in his course, he determined to call there aind see her,
so that he could inform George of her condition, whatever it
might be. He called at Mrs. Rushwood's house the day after
Mr. Mansfield's house was burned. He was surprised to fiid
a large number of men there, and listened eagerly to the recital of the circumstances.  Some of the men who had heard
Mr. Mansfield say, " that when he asked who was there, he was
answered Kua-ta-hu," were strong in the belief that he was
the one who led the party of Indians there.  They brought
Kua ta-hu, therefore, to Mr. Mansfield's bedside, and asked
Mansfield whether he supposed he was one of the gang. Mr.
Mansfield assured them that there was no one in the party that
looked at all like him; and farther, that he shoeld want the
strongest kind of proof before he could believe Kua-ta-hu to be
guilty of doing one an injury, whom he supposed had been instrumental-in saving his life; it was not in accordance with
the general character of the Indian. He did not: believe that
Kua-ta-hu was any way implicated in the transaction; no,
rather than think that Kua-ta-hu was guilty, he would sooner
suspect that some of his Tory countrymen had disguised themselves as Indians, and committed the outrage upon him. Kuata-hu was highly pleased with Mansfield's good opinion of hims,
0




W!ffIia.GLANMORE;
Mr. Mansfield then gave Kua-ta-hu an account of the transaction, and informed him that he believed the party had carried
off his daughter.  " It was at first supposed," said he, " that
her remains would be found among the ashes of the house, but
they have been thoroughly raked, and no traces of human remains have been found. Diligent search has been made," said
he, " by my neighbors, but no traces of her can be found."
The truth flashed upon Kua-ta-hu's mind-the party that
attacked them must have been the band of Glanmore, and in
all probability Caroline Mansfield was now a prisoner in the
cave.  His first impulse was to inform  Mr. Mansfield and his
friends, who had just come infrom a expedition in search of
Caroline, of what he knew and suspected; but then they might
have carried her elsewhere. In' that event, attacking-the cave.
would effect nothing except the capture of the gang, for it was
probable that wherever she was, she was securely guarded..,Mr. Mansfield requested him to go in search of his daughter,
promising to reward him. Kua-ta-hu spoke nota word inreply,
but with that apparently stoical indifference, characterizing bis
race, strode away, revolving in his mind, whether he should go
in pursuit of the young lady, or to inform her lover of his danger, as he had resolved.  However, George Rushwood was a
"'brave," and as he could probably take care of himself better,
than the " white squaw," he would go in search of her, and so
he bent his way towards the cave.
It was now nearly night, and by the time he arrived at the
hill, it was quite late. He looked out upon the lake and saw
a canoe gliding away from the cave. He could discern that
there were but four men in it, the balance of the gang must be.
in the cave. He placed his ear against the ventilating pine,
and heard the sound of voices. He stood there and listened
for a long time, but could hear nothing distinctly.  At length
he saw four or five men come scrambling up out of the mouth
of the cave. As they came up the hill, they halted just below
the foot of the pine, where Kua-ta-hu stood.
"It seems first rate," said one of them, "to get out of that
old hole and get a snuff of fresh air."
" Yes," said another, " but I suppose if the chief knew that
we had come up here, he would be frightened out of his wits,
for fear of our tracks being discovered by old Kua-ta-hu. I
guess he don't come over here around the lake now, but if he.
should, 1 don't believe he could discover our tracks all among
this dry pine foliage."
"  hope," said another, " that he will succeed in securing his:
girl, tiow. that he has got in possession, or rather in reversion,
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Yes," returned another, "but if that gal don't give him the
slip before he gets back to Sharpe's I will give you my head
for a foot-ball."
"No, I think Mrs. Sharpe is so deeply interested in the
affair," said another, "that she will stick to her like wax. She
prides herself upon her management of such affairs, and rather
than fail in this attempt, she will spend all her time for a month.
You know I was there when we carried her off and if I am
any judge in the matter, it will be some time before she gets
away from her."
"Well, let's see," said another; " how long before the chief
will be back?  He has probably got across the lake by this
time. It must take him  at least four days to go there and
back. and then we are to make one more attempt on old Mansrfield's life, and then we will be clear from this spot., For my
part, 1 am getting tired of this. I want now to get off with my
part of the shiners, where I can take the good of them."
" You musn't be in too much of a hurry," said another;
"you know the chief has got to be married, and that is no small
job, especially when you must wed your bride by force of
arms! And then, poor fellow, he must have a short honey*
moon; you don't mean to take him from the arms of his loving
wife, right away, do you?" continued the man with a sneer.
"0, no," said another; "let him enjoy it if he can, but thenf
he must not expect to keep us all waiting here for him too long,
whilst he is fondling his loving bride."  And then a low sup.
pressed laugh ran through the company. 
Kua-ta-hu had heard enough for his purpose; and as the
bandoleros were busily talking among themselvesiin an underl
tone, he stole quietly away.  He must now follow Glanmore;
he must prevent the marriage; he knew now where Caroline
was; he had been to Sharpe's house.  Yes! it was on the bank
of the Mohawk, and was a long way off; if he was speedy he
could get there before the chief and his men got there; and so
without more ado he started on an Indian short path, and
reached the Mohawk before morning. Pursuing his way up
the river he found an Indian canoe, that had been swept down
the river, lying upon its bank. Hie launched it, and made his
way up the river-in it for some miles. He then moored it, and
by daylight was near the residence of Sharpe, where Caroline
was confined. Keeping a sharp look-out from the woods in the
rear of the house, into which Caroline had before escaped, he
saw the two youths go off to their work.  He kept quiet, and
at length he saw two women come out of the house, and naki
directly towards him, across the small enclosure. He was seo
creted behind a large chesnut.  As they approached him  hi




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saw that the young-erof the two was Caroline Mansfield.  Her
eyes were red and swollen, and her cheek was pale as marble.
Kua-ta-hu heaved a deep sigh, as he saw this lovely flower thus
faded and withering beneath the terrible blast that hlad swept
over her. As they neared him he heard Mrs. Sharpe observe
to her:
" We will get over here ard pick up some of these chestnuts,
this little employment will have a good influence upon your
spirits."
They approached very near him-they were gathering chest.
ntts under the very tree behind which he stood, his eyes
gleamed with revenge, as the woman who was placed as a
guard over his former benefactress opposed. him-she came
very near —he wriggled like a cat just ready to pounce upon
her prey, and as she turned her back towards the tree, he sprang
towards her with the agility of a tiger, and with one blow of
his tomahawk, laid her senseless upon the ground.
Caroline was terrified when she saw a huge savage spring
from the tree, but in an instant she recognized the form and
tatures of Kua-ta-hu. In one instant the savage assured her
by a smile, and a sign of silence, that he had come to rescue
her. She felt assured now that the hour of her deliverance
was at hand.  She confided ini the sterling principles of this
savage, rude and hideous as he was. Instantly he Inade a sign
for her to follow him, and hurrying through the woot, he looked
back and saw that the pale and weak Caroline was- giving out.
He caught her up in his arms, and trotted away with her as if
she had-been but an infant. He reached his canoe, and placed
her therein, and aided by the current, shot rapidly down the
Mohawk.  Long before sunset he arrived at the point where
they must debark.  He lay there in ambush until night, fearing
that if he struck up across the country, he -might encounter
the party who were making their way from  the cave to the
place where he had been.  iHe set out with his charge as soon
as it was dark, after having endeavored to strengthen her by
iving her some pounded parched corn. They kept on until
daylight. Soon after daylight, he heard the approach. of foot.
steps. In an instant be laid his ear to the ground, and distinguished the heavy tread of several men. Casting a hurried
glance around, he saw a large tree with a hollow.trunk, and
an aperture large enough to admit a person to enter. He
thrust Caroline into the aperture, and although a huge black
waake lay coiled on one side of tlhehollow, yet she stood there
heroically, and moved not, nor uttered a sound, while Kua-ta.
hu stood behind the tree and watched thet approaching party.
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that would bring them some rods away from  the tree, a huge
black snake started away from  before them, and raising his
head high from the ground, glided directly towards the tree
wherein his mate lay. One of the party, attracted by the un.
usually large size of the snake, bounded away after it.
"Stop," cried the foremost of the band, who was no other
than the bandit chief. The man halted. "You had better let
that snake go, and save your strength for other purposes, as
you will be tired enough by the time you get where we are
going."
Kua-ta-hu supposed when he saw the snake coming, that he
was the mate of the one that he had discovered laying in the
hollow tree-if the man kept on he would discover him. However, he stood with that firmness, that characterizes the Indian
in ambush, and to his great joy, saw the man obey the admonitions of his chief.
Caroline saw the huge monster come with lightning rapidity
into the tree, but she had recognized the voice of Glanmore,
and that was more terrible to her than the lion's roar, or the
panther's cry, and so she stood with heroic fortitude and
watched the hissing reptiles, that raised their necks and seemed
ready to spring upon her.
Kua-ta-hu saw the party move along, and almost resolved
to send a rifle bail through the head of their leader, but reflecting that "prudence was the better part of valor," he wisely
kept still until they disappeared over a small hill.
Turning to Caroline with extreme satisfaction, after seeing
the two writhing monsters that had been confronting her in the
hollow tree, he exclaimed, "brave squaw," and then they made
their way onward.  He now felt relieved, in a great measure,
from apprehension.  He was assured that he must somewhere
cross the trail of the party, and now that he had, and had seeA
them so that there could be no mistake, he went joyfully along,
but soon he saw that he was to meet with new troubles: the
sky was overcast and the rain began to fall; true, this would
obliterate the trail lie had made, and hinder any one fiom
tracking him, but then he teared that Caroline would be unable
to proceed, and would moreover fall sick from  the effects of
such exposure aid fatigue; however, to guard against such an
event, he wrapped her in his own blanket, and when she could
no longer travel, he took her up iu his stalwart arms and doggedly pursued his way.
Caroline, although suffering from fatigue, want of sleep, and
exposure to the pelting storm, that now came driving furiorusl
upon them, felt comrparatively happy. She was now free from
her persecutors, and sthe felt assured that Kua-taabu wascarry



86                       GLANMORE;
ing her towards her friends, yes, she felt more secure in the
wild forest, with this savage, than the did with those of her
own race, that she had escaped from, whom she considered as
far beneath savages,
All that night did Kua-ta-hu carry his precious burden, who
had fallen asleep in his arms, overcome and exhausted as she
was by fatigue.  Kua-ta-hu sat down occasionally to rest himself, during the night.  He had at first resolved to carry the
girl directly to her father's, but the driving storm induced him
to seek the nearest shelter.  As his wigwam  was many miles
nearer the Widow Rushwood's, he altered his course during the
night, and by daylight came very near his wigwam.  Caroline
awoke, and being greatly refieshed, was able to proceed. They
at length came to the spot where the present village of Saratoga
is located. He could not pass by his favorite spring without
taking a draught of the bright and sparkling water that came
gurgling from the top of the rock.  He took a refreshing drink
and then urged Miss Mansfield to partake of it with him;-assuring her that it was good for her, and a "great medicine."
They who now visit this delightfull spot, can have but a slight
conception of the place at that time, covered as it was, with a
dense, dark forest, with a dark savage standing by the High
Rock Spring, and urging a white maiden to partake of its
sparkling waters, that are now quafied with avidity by the thousands that visit it alnually. Caroline partook of it slightly,
from the cup of her Indian preserver, and then they made their
way to the wigwam of Kua-ta-hu.
The drizzling Autumnal rain continued for two days; during
this time, Caroline greatly revived, both in strength and spirits.
The smoked bass that Kua-ta-hu broiled for her, and the cakes
he made.her from his pounded corn, was substantial food, and
Caroline partook of them freely, not omitting to drink heartily
each day, of the sparkling waters that he brought her from
the High Rock Spring.  Each night he carefully closed his
wigwam, when he made up a comfortable bed for his fair guest,
composed of skins and dried grass; and sheltering himself outside the wigwam, stood sentinel until daylight, to repel any attack that might be made upon him  by Caroline's persecutors,
if they should happen to discoverhim; but there was no necessity for this precaution, he was not molested.
Caroline, after they arrived at the wigwam, entreated him to
tell her if he knew aught of her parents.  He remained silent,for some time.  Caroline supposed from this that he knew the;fate of her parents, and wished to conceal it from her to avoid
wounding lher feelings.  At length, when he had smoked his
pipe, he informed her of all he had discovered of the cave, and




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of his subsequent visit to the neighborhood, and that her mother
was well, and her father likely to recover from his wound.
Caroline was overjoyed, a mountain was instantly removed
from her heart; and she urged Kua-ta-hu to guide her home
at once.  The prudent and cautious Indian, however, assured
her that it was imprudent to go until the storm was over.
Finally, the clouds dispersed, and the sun came out. Caroline
went forth from the wigwam; and never did the sun shine qo
brightly in her imagination before.  The noise of the drops
that fell from the dripping trees, the chatting of the squirrels
that leaped fiom branch to branch-all seemed like music in
her ears; and the rain-drops that hung upon the ends of the
foliage of the lofty pines, appeared like diamonds placed there
to brighten the cheerful scene.
Kua-ta-hu now made preparations for starting with his charge.
He produced an Indian dress and blanket that had belonged to
a son of his, that had died some two years before, and desited
her to put them on.  She laughed at the idea of decking herself out in feathers and paint, but Kua-ta-hu assured her that
he considered it necessary. If he should encounter any of the
Snake-hill bandits in his journey, they would recognize her,
and recapture her; and if any other white men came across
him they would certainly inquire of him what he was doing
with a white girl travelling through the forest. That would
delay them; and if the whites should happen to be tories, they
might lead to other unpleasant consequences.
Caroline perceiving that Kua-ta-hu had good objects in view,
complied with his request; and after he showed her the use of
all the different articles, he left the wigwam, and she proceeded
to dress herself in Indian costume. After dressing herself, Kuata-hu came in, and proceeded to paint her in the mgst approved
style, with various colors; her dark eyes and long raven hair;
that was now combed down on her shoulders, personified a ga~
Indian admirably.  Kua-ta-hu expressed himself pleased with
her appearance; he then set out on his journey, after going td
the rock spring and taking a hearty drink, with his disguised
charge, of the sparkling and favorite beverage.




CHAPTER XV.
Glanmore arrives at Sharpe's-Finds Mrs. Sitarpe senselessIs informed by an Indian that Kua-ta.hu has been seen on
the Mohawk-Raturns to the cave, after vainly endeavoring
to overtake Kua-ta-hu and Caroline-Meditates a terrible
revenge.
THE bandit chief and his party pursued their way to Sharpe's
house. They arrived there the same night that Caroline
arrived at Kua-ta-hu's wigwam; but judge of their surprise,
and of their deep mortification, when they found Mrs. Sharpe
tying upon a bed, unable to articulate a word, or even to comr
prehend what they said to her. All that they could learn was
from the sons of Sharpe. They had gone out to their work,
and left the young lady there with their mother. Their mother
kept a strict watch upon her, as she said the girl was crazy,
They came home at noon, and not finding their mother, they
searched the house, and could find no one. They then thought,
that as the girl had run away, and been pursued  by their
mother and brought back, that' she might have started again,
end that their mother had gone after her. They went out on
the same course that their mother had before went, and found
her lying, wounded, under a chestnut tree in the edge of the
woods. This was all they could learn as to the whereabouts
of Caroline. As soon as daylight appeared, they started, and
beat about the whole neighborhood. It was evident that the
woman had been wounded by a tomahawk, but who had committed the deed? Whoever he was, he had probably carried
Caroline away with him, either willingly or unwillingly. They
continued to look for Caroline until the next day, when meeting an Indian, they inquired whether he had discovered any
one answering to the description of Caroline. He said that a
day or two before, he had seen Kua-ta-hu, an Indian that lived
alone up the country, going down the river in a canoe, and




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that there was a "white squaw" with him; and that was all
he knew. It was all explained now. Yes, Kua-ta-hu was the
man who had rescued her, and it was him that had been seen
going down the river in a canoe.  All the plans with regard to
Miss Mansfield were now frustrated; the bandit chief considered himself now a ruined man; he was no longer safe for a
moment; his true character was revealed to Caroline Mansfield. But yet, there might be hope; Kua-ta-hu had never
seen him as he knew of and if Careline had heard nothing from
Mrs. Sharpe, he might yet make people believe that he really
did rescue her from a band of Indians.  He was, however,
sorely troubled; he knew not which way to turn, for whatever
way he turned innumerable difficulties stared him in the face.
IH  paced up and down with folded arm:and lowering brows,
and at length, as if the fierce passions that expanded his cheek
and darted fiom his eyes, had burst into a flame, he clutched
his tomahawk with desperation, and waving it fiercely about his
head, exclaimed, " I have sworn it, and I will perform it!  Follow me," said he to his men; and then. with rapid strides, he
struck across the country for the cave; he, however, grew
calm, and then he talked freely with his men in regard to his
plans.  The men advised him  that probably Kua-ta-hu had
carried the girl to his wigwam; they therefore wended their
way thither, and arrived there a few hours after Kua-ta-hu had
departed.  One of the gang, having been much among the Indi'ans, discovered their trail, and with hopes of overtaking them,
they pursued it, with the ferocity of blood-hounds; but the
track led them finally out upon a road that was lined with occasional houses, and then they were obliged to abandon the
pursuit, fearing that they might fall in with some of the parties
that might be scouring the country in search of Miss Mansfield. With feelings of bitter disappointment, they turned once
more toward the cave, where they arrived soon after. Glanmore finding himself thus foiled, meditated a terrible revenge.
All his love for Caroline was now turned into bitter hatred, and as
he had all along pleased himself with the idea of finally returning
to his own neighborhood-as after he had compelled her intc a
forced marriage with him, he could probably reconcile her to
it-he determined now, in order to avert the impending ruin
that would inevitably fall upon him, to make his way to the
neighborhood that very night, and before his name should be.
come associated in any way with the transaction of carrying
away Caroline, destroy both her and all who should happen to
be with her.  She would no doubt be at widow -—'s house,
with her parents.  In the deepest disguise be and his band
could assume, they therefore set out, and travelling through the
deluse forest, came within a few miles of their destination.




v90                      GLANMORt*
CHAPTER XV.
Rushwood arrives safely at the American Camp-Engages in
the Battle of Stillwater-Receives the praises of his Fellowsoldiers for his heroic conduct Is sent out after the Battle
ta bring in the wounded and' dying — EDiscovers Glaninore's
Cousin dead upon the Battle-field, clutching the Letter of
Miss Mansfield and his Mother; reads its contents; is filled
with gloomy forebodings —Engages in another Battle —Follows Arnold in his headlong and courageous  Charge uponthe Enemy.
WHEN Lieut. Rushwood arrived at the American camp, all
was bustle and corfusion; they were preparing to go forth to
the battle-field to meet in deadly conflict Burgoyne's trusty legions. George hastened to join his division, and then, with a
brave heart that never flinched or cowed before danger, he
rode forth to the battle-field, thinking only of victory and Caroline Mansfield; and there, amid the terrible carnage of that
terrific encounter, he rode down the foeman, and passed unscathed until the conflict ended.  He received the highest
encomiums fiom  his brother officers; and when around the
camp-fires the war-worn veterans and raw militia reverted to
the deeds of daring that had been that day performed, none received a greater share of praise, justly merited, than Lieut.
Rushwood.
Next day he was sent with a detachment to bury the bodies
of some of the principal officers that had fallen, as well as to
bring in those of the wounded Americans that might not have
been discovered. While passing among the slain that were lyinr
in ghastly death, thickly strewn upon the ground, he was struck
with the appearance of a soldier that lay dead upon the ground
firmly clutching a letter in his closely-clenched hands. George
glanced at the letter, and to his infinite surprise and astonish.




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ment saw that it was addressed to him, and in Caroline Mansfield's handwriting.  He took it from  the dead man's grasp,
and there, for the first time, read these encouraging lines, that
Caroline had penned, and also the part fiom his mother. He
examined the countenance of the man closely; it was not the
soldier that had carried his letter.  There was some mystery
here.  He examined the countenance again, he had it nowyes; this man was a cousin to Glanmore.  There was something in the transaction that boded fearfully, and although
elated with victory, yet a heavy load rested upon his heart.
Time, with  ever-revolving wheels, sped  on  and  stopt.
George would fain have gone home, yet he could get no
opportunity.  At length, the 7th of October, 1777, was ushered
in, and with it the thunder of the British cannon. George
again went forth to the battle-field, and there again he mingled
with the hosts of Burgoyne in deadly conflict.  There was the
gallant Fraser urging on his forces, and there was also the
brave, the impetuous, the terrible Arnold, clearing like a
thunderbolt through the battle-fie!d.  Now  encouraging the
Americans in one place, now in another, and again rushing
with furious and headlong recklessness —they, the finest of
both armies: and when, near sundown, that terribly excited
warrior gathered about him some of his best troops, and rushed
furiously against the British, none rode more fearlessly or daringly at his heels than the brave and intrepid Lieut. Rushwood.
But night.put an end to that terrible struggle, and our hero
escaped again unhurt, save a slight sabre wound, that gave
him a scar forever afterwards, on his right hand.
Fresh from these victorious battle-fields, he set out in a fewt
days for his home.. He was uncertain whether he should find
any one there, as the inhabitants, terror-stricken, had fled from
their habitations towards Albany; but they were now returning, and with light hearts they greeted him a's he rode along
home with a few of his brave fellows, that he had brought with
him to assist in expelling the straggling Tories from the country.  As he came within a few miles of his home, he made
some inquiries respecting his mother and her neighbors; but
the only intelligence: he could get was, that Mr. Mansfield's
house had been robbed and he killed, and his daughter carried off by the Indians.  The news fell like a thunderbolt
upon him.  Plunging his spurs into his horse's sides, he rode
onwards towards the scene of destruction, with about the same.
degree of recklessness that Arnold had exhibited at Bemis
Heights, and arrived at the scene of destruction with his followers just after dark.  He halted not-no, he wished not now




"91$              crGaLANMOt;
to gaze upon the ashes of the house from whence his betrothen
had been rudely borne captive.
His mother, hearing the thundering of the troops as they
came furiously onward towards her house, was terrified at first;
but when they halted at the door, she again heard that soulcheering neigh.  But her son came not as he came beforeall mildness, all tenderness.  No; he was wild now, frantic
with rage, and thirsting for vengeance upon his foes, who had
wrested the object of his heart from her parents' arms, and
left them in the embrace of death.  He rushed into the house,
followed by his mother. With hurried and impatient steps he
paced the floor, requesting her to tell him all she knew about
the fate of Caroline Mansfield.
The old lady, who was, to tell the truth, a little jealous that
George had taken little or no notice of her, and seemed to
centre his whole mind upon Miss Mansfield, exclaimed, in a
half serious, half joking way, "Why, George, these young men
who have come with you will really think that you was engaged to be married to Caroline, you make such a prodigious
fuss about her."
" Mother," said he, emphatically, 1  was betrothed to her;
and, drawing his heavy sword, he swung it in a fearful circle
over his head, and again exclaimed, with a thundering tone,' Yes, I was betrothed; she was all the world to me; and woe
to the man or men that have carried her away and murdered
her brave old father; woe to them, if they ever come within
the reach of this trusty sword!"
"Hush, George!" said the old lady;   Mr. Mansfield is in
the next room: he is not dead, but very ill."
" Thank God!" exclaimed George; and in an instant he was:
at the bedside of Mr. Mansfield.
Both were too full for a moment to speak. As to old Mrs.
Mansfield, she had heard the rout when the young troopers
came, and when she looked out of the door and saw them stalk
in with their shining swords and war-worn and sunburnt countenances, her imagination converted them  into Indians.  She
was so much affrighted, that she did not comprehend what had
been said by George; but as soon as she recognized him, it
seemed as though she could no longer contain herself. She
threw her arms around his neck and wept like an infant; for
she well knew the deep affection that he entertained for her
daughter.  And now she felt as though she had wronged the
noble youth in objecting to his suit, and would fain endeavor
to make amends for so doing.
After the first blush of excitement was over, Mr. Mansfield
related to George the whole transaction at his house on the




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fatal night when his beloved and only child was torn from him.
When he recovered from the stunning effects of the blow he
had received from the tomahawvk, he found himself lying in
his bed-room, and it was already filled witil smoke; he felt his
wife lying near him. Comprehending his danger, he made a
desperate effort to escape. He heard the flame crackling in
the ceiling of the next room that the door of the bed-room led
into: he knew from the smoke already in the bed-room, that
if he opened the door, he would be suffocated. There was no
window to the bed-room; it being merely a small slit just
large enough to set a bed in-(a thing common in old-fashioned
country houses)-it was separated from the other room by only
a single upright board partition.  He threw himself against
that with all his force/and, being a heavy man, it gave way
before him, and in a few moments he made an opening through
it. He drew his insensible wife after him, and escaped through
a window of that room into the open air. Leaving his wife at
some distance, he returned to search for his daughter; but she
could not be found. The interior of the house was all on fire,
and he could not enter. Crazed with his wound and great
excitement, he knew nothing more until he found himself lying
on a bed in Mrs. Rushwood's house, where he now was.
Search had been made for his daughter, but it was of no avail.
Kua-ta-hu h:ad been there, but he knew nothing of any band
of Indians.
"There is some mystery in all; this," said George. "I believe
these men were a band of Tories headed by Gordon Glan.
more."
He then related the circumstance of his being attacked
while going back to the army, and also the circumstances attending the discovery of the letter, and wound up by saying
that he believed that Caroline could be found yet-at all
events, when mornil:g dawned he should make an. effort.
1 overheard what you said to your mother, George," said
Mansfield; " I freely forgive you and Caroline for your rashness in.betrothing yourselves without my knowledge. And
now, my noble boy," said he, taking George's hand, "she is
yours by my consent, since you, have proved- yourself by your
gallant conduct on the feld of battle worthy of her, as soon as
we can recover her. If we never find her, you shall be my
adopted son at all events."
While they were thus speaking, a rap was heard at the
door. George went to it, and opening it, wlhm should he see
standing there but Kua.ta-hu, and behind him  a slightlyformed young Indian. Kua-ta-hu seemed overjoyed to meet
George, and gave him n, squeeze of the hand that was really of




O4                       GLANMORE;
a warm and feeling nature.  Kua-ta-htl entered the house, and
the young Indian followed and timidly seated himself in one
corner where the light fell but sparingly on his face. Kua-ta-hu
remained silent.  At length, the young Indian got up, and
with a graceful fawn-like step, was about to enter the bedroom where Mr. M'ansfield lay.  In an instant the troopers,
who had eyed these Indians with distrust, sprung forward to
prevent his entry. George caught hold of him; aand in the excitement of the moment, the balance of the troop did not hear
the thrilling accent of that voice, as it whispered to their Lieutenant, "George, it is I!" They started back with amazement as they saw him throw his arms around the young savage,
and imprint a kiss upon his brow.  George waved them  back
with his hand, and supporting the now trembling form of Car.
oline to her father's bedside, he restored to his arms his lost
daughter.
Disguised and disfigured as she was, they recognized hex
features; and now their cup of happiness was full. They were
indeed a happy family, united as they were now under one
roof.  Mr. Mansfield and his wife were rejoiced to find their
lost daughter; old Mrs. Rushwood was rejoiced to behold her
gallant son at home once more safe and sound; and above
all, George and Caroline were unspeakably happy to have the
privilege of meeting under such favorable auspices.
Caroline retired to another room  and changed her Indian
costume for a more Clhristian attire, and having exchanged
her bedaubed countenance for: the rose that now  bloomed
upon her lovely cheek, she was led blushing back into the
room, by Rush'wood, where the young troopers were, and introduced to them as Miss Caroline Mansfield.  The truth now
flashed upon their minds-she was the young Indian.  Oh!
they now understood why Lieut. Rushwood kissed him so tenderly; and then the rude, the brave, the boisterous and victorious young American soldiers sent up three such loud and
prolonged cheers for Lieut. Rushwood and his beautiful betrothed as never were heard before under Widow Rushwood's
roof.
"I rather think," said one of them, "that Miss Mansfield
will suppose that Lieut. Rushwood has not learned us much
good manners, after such boisterous behavior as this."
"0! sir," said Caroline, "I am so overwhelmed with all this
good fortune, that I feel very much like crying, myself; and
now that you have bravely defeated Burgoyne, you may rest
assured that we American ladies will be disposed to overlook
all your outbursts  of joy, however out of place they may be,
You will, hereafter, be entitled to great.privileges."




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Having become quieted all around, and the first wild tumult
of surprise, of joy and happiness being passed, the wholt
company sat down, and Caroline related all she had heard and
seen, from the time of her capture, to the time of her arrival
at Widow Rushwood's.  Kua-ta-hu then gave an account of
the discovery of the cave, and of all his subsequent discoveries.
When they had made an end of speaking, George Rushwood
exclaimed, " It is all out now. Glanmore never went to New
York; he has never been a prisoner there; and it is he that
has headed the gang of Tories, disguised as Indians, that have
robbed and murdered so many this summer. And above all, it
was he that robbed and burned Mr. Mansfield's house. Base,
black-hearted traitor, robbet and murderer!-he is unfit to
live-he must be taken prisoner before to-morrow's sunset, yes,
before to-morrow's stin shall set, this gang will be our prisoners,
and their dark hiding-place will be destroyed!"
"My friends," said Mr. Mansfield to the young men," I wish
you to bear me witness, that I humbly ask pardon of Lieut.
Rushwood, for preferring a man who has turned out such a villainous traitor, before him, as a suitor of my daughter; and'as
she and George have wisely taken the matter into their own
hands, I now make him all the amends in my power, by freely
giving my consent to their union. Come here, my children,
said he to George and Caroline, and joining their hands as he
lay on the bed, he blessed them. The youth who had in a few
short months been converted into the hardy warrior* that could
send his sword with dreadful power to the heart of an enemy;
was melted, the tears rolled down his cheeks, while the fair and
lovely Caroline fell upon her knees and thanked her Heavenly
Fatner that every impediment to their union was now removed.




CHAPTER XVII.
Widow Rushwoods house attacked by a band of men-They
are defeated by Rushwood and his party —Terrible race
after their leader-His fate-George and Caroline united in
matri:mony'-End of Kuata-Iku
THE plans for the expedition of the next day were now laid
out; the company retired for the night, with the exception of
one, who was left as a sentinel; Lieut. Rushwood deeming it
necessary to keep a strict watch, as it was probable that he
might be attacked during that night by' some unseen and lurk.
ing' foe; and as he had now  attained "the pearl of great
price," that. he had been so long laboring for, he was determined
to take every precaution in order to keep her safely, until his
enemies should be secured. At length, all were sunk into that
sweet and sound sleep that occurs after long and continued
anxiety.
The young man who had been posted as sentinel, looking
anxiously about, imagined that he saw a single person stealing
towards the house, and just behind him  another.  He placed
himself in a position where he could see the movements of
these strange persons. They cautiously approached the house,
and skulking around the corners, listened as if endeavoring to
hear if any one was stirring within; at length they came very
near where the sentinel lay concealed: he heard them say in
a whisper:" To-night will be the time, there does not appear to be any
one here, the old widow, and old Mansfield and his wife, are
most likely all the persons in the house. If Kua-ta-hu has got
home with the girl, we will have all safe, though if we get him
penned up, he will be an ugly customer."
"Suppose," said the other, "that George should be here,
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there is any horses there? They never kept but one horse,
and that George took into the army. If we find a horse there
I can tell whether it is his."
" You are too cautious," said the other, "cannot seven overpower two? Never mind the horses; let's go back and arouse
the men, and if the fates do not disappoint us, in one hour from
this time we will put an end to this matter."
They then turned away, and went rapidly towards a neighboring road.  The sentinel trembled lest they should go to
the barn and discover the horses that filled the stable, and
the military trappings that lay thickly strewn upon the barn
floor, as they might perhaps take the alarm, and render it
difficult to capture them.  But now that they were coming
to attack the house, he hastened, as soon as they were gone,
to arouse Lieut. Rushwood and the six young men, who
were asleep. They proceeded with the utmost caution to make
arrangements to receive the prowling Tories, as they doubted
not, from the conversation overheard by the sentinel, they
were.  The women and Mr. Mansfield were all removed to
the cellar, as then they would be out of the way of balls,
if any should be fired into the house.  Two men were sent
to saddle all the horses, so as to have them ready to pursue
them if they attempted to escape. Having completed all their
arrangements in a short space of time, they posted themselves
at a little distance from the house, behind such things as they
could, to avoid being seen. Kua-ta-hu was posted away at a
little distance farther, to give the alarm when he should hear
them coming. He lay with his ear close to the ground, and
it was not many minutes before he came close by the men,
and gave the signal of alarm. Closely now each brave fellow
nestled in his hiding-place, and firmly grasped his weapons.
They had counted on close fighting, and were armed only with
swords and pistols; except Kua-ta-hu, who was armed with a
long rifle, and a tomahawk.  The women crouched in the cel.
lar, momentarily expecting to hear the death-shot, that might
send some one of the gallant party, who had determined to
defend them, into eternity.
At length, the men began to hear the softly-approaching,
footsteps of the assailants. Nearer and nearer came they-!
passing so near Lieut. Rushwood, that he could have struck
the nearest down without moving from where he stood.
"Now, remember,' said one, in a very low tone, "the orders
are, to save the girl and bring her to the chief, who is posted
down the road with a horse to carry her off."
"I should have thought," returned another, "that he had go
t




98                      OLANMORE;
enough of that. He is a consummate fool: for my part, if the
girl comes in my reach, I'll make an end of her."
"Remember your oaths, men," said the one who appeared
to be leader, "and obey the chief.  You know he loves the
girl, and cannot make up his mind to kill her."
They moved on a few feet, and were about to separate for
the purpose of surrounding the house, when, quick as lightning,
they were surrounded by the brave troopers; and the glaring
broadswords done the work so successfully, that in two minutes
not one of them was left standing. Not a shot was fired, and
so silently did the work of death proceed, that nothing above a
groan and the clash of the swords was heard. The bandaleros
were struck dumb at seeing themselves so suddenly surrounded
by men in military costume; and, paralyzed with guilt and
fear, offered but little or no resistance.
Instantly, as soon as the young men had done, Lieut. Rush.
wood said to his men: "We have more work to do; did you
not hear them say that the chief was posted down the road
with a horse to carry the girl away? Here, Kua-ta-hu," said
he, "you go in the direction that the party came from, and
see if you can discover himl; if you do, come back and let us
know immediately. But hist! I hear the tramp of a horse.
I think he has got impatient, and is coming to see what his
men are about. Quick-here! four of you to horse with me,
and let's pursue him, while the others stay here and look to the
bodies and guard the house. Kua-ta-hu, keep an eye on him,
and see if you can make him out;" and so saying, the Lieute.
nant, with four of his followers, stepped quickly and lightly to
the barn, where they vaulted into their saddles.
They were not much more than mounted before Kua-ta-hu
came back, and assured them that he recognized the man on
horseback as Glanmore; that he seemed to be approaching
towards the house, and was evidently uneasy about the issue
of the attack upon it.  Kua-ta-hu assured George that he
could easily shoot him  with his rifle, if he wished it. But
George refused, saying, "That lie wished, by all neans to take
him alive; and at the same time ordered his men not to shoot
him when they came up with him, unless it became, for the
preservation of their own lives, absolutely necessary."
They then rode in single file slowly down the road, and in a
few moments discovered a man on horseback standing by the
side of the road. He had undoubtedly heard them, and supposed them to be his men; but no sooner did he discover
what they were, than he sped away down the road like light.
ning.
The troopers plunged their spurs deeply into the horses, and




A ROMANCE OF THE REVOLUTION.             99
then commenced a fearful chase. The horse rode by the ban.
dit was a strong active sorrel that had attained his seventh
year without being broken, only to the saddle: he carried his
rider forward like the wind. The horses of the troopers ran
not so fast on the start, but having been fed principally on
grain, were longer winded and better trotters; and after a few
miles began to gain on the horse of the bandit. Several times
he made up his mind to abandon his horse and trust to his
legs across the country; but the eager troopers pressed him so
closely, that it seemed impracticable for him to escape in that
way.
Long did that fearful chase continue. The horse of the
fugitive was covered with foam, and the sweat fell from him
in large drops. The troopers' horses were also flecked with
foam, and the blood trickled down their sides from the wounds
made by the sharp spurs.
At length, the morn peered up from the eastern horizon, and
then the terrified bandit looked over his shoulder and saw the
five horsemen plainly, and heard their shout, and knew the
voice of his rival. Death now stared him in the face; he
would gladly have turned and measured swords with his rival,
but he was alone-and why should he throw  away his life
against such fearful odds?  No! he must fly; his horse was
giving out. He faltered-he fell! Springing from his back,
he plunged into a dark pine wood. He heard the roaring of
the Mohawk.  Was it possible he had come so far?
He was not aware of his being so near the river, although
he had ridden far and rapidly.
No sooner had the troopers reached the spot where his horse
lay, than they dismounted, and, without standing to fasten
their horses, dropped the bridles, and taking each a pistol from
his holster, plunged into the woods after Glanmore.
He ran violently away, but did not succeed in getting out of
their sight. He reached the high ridge above the Mohawk,
and his pursuers gained fearfully upon him.  He halted a
moment, resolved to sell his life aS dearly as possible. But
when he saw the five determined men coming with desperate
haste towards him, he determined to make another effort to
save his life and secure his liberty.
The Mohawk was high and rapid now since the heavy
rains.  He had an advantage over his pursuers-he could
throw off his blanket, and be colmparativeiy free to swim;
while his pursuers, encumbered by their uniforms, would not
probably attempt to pursue him: he might probably reach the
opposite shore, by swimming with the stream' he was sure




100                     60ANNMORR;
his pursuers had no fire-arms, except pistols, and he could get
out of the reach of their fire before they reached the bank.
These thoughts crowded through his mind with the rapidity
of lightning; and, urged on by a last hope of escape, he ran
furiously towards the river and rushed into the water. But
alas, for him! he had mistaken the force of the current; for
no sooner did he reach the main current, than it swept him
fearfully down, and, diverging into two branches, one of them
carried him in a diagonal direction, and, although he struggled
against it, brought him so near the shore, that his pursuers,
who were on the bluffs above, following along and watching
his progress, could have shot him with their pistols.
"Lieutenant, he struggles manfully," said one of the men to
George; "don't you think we might better shoot him now,
that he is within reach, for you see he may get across the
river?"
" No, I will not shoot him. It is impossible for him to cross
the river.  See! he appears to be sinking now-no; there! he
has seized upon an old tree that is floating down the stream.
I would like to take him prisoner. But see! how swiftly he
goes down stream!-Follow, men."
And then they kept pace with him  along the high rocks
that overlook the north side of the Mohawk above the Cohoes
Falls.
Yes, he had already begun to near the rapid current above
the falls. The thunder of the vast volume of water, that here
tumbled seventy feet down the high rocks thrown across the
Mohawk, struck like a death-knell upon his ears; and although
Lieut. Rushwood would have sent his sword crashing through
his brain, while in the eager excitement of the chase, yet as he
stood now upon the shore, and calmly assured of the near approach of the most bitter and unrelenting enemy that ever
crossed his path, to a death awful to contemplate, he would
fain have plunged into the dark-rolling waters and rescued him;
but it would have been of no avail, for the fearful current bore
him rapidly, and more rapidly, down; until at length the log,
to which he clung with the desperation of a drowning man,
shot with the swiftness of an arrow down the stream, and
coming to the edge of the falls, plunged down into the foaming
abyss below. The terrified and appalled bandit uttered a wild
shriek, but it was drowned by the tremendous roaring of the
angry waters; and thus died one who might have been an
honor to his country, but who had been led on by the fierce and
bitter passions of his nature, fostered and trained by a parent,
who ought to have suffered in his stead,
After the bandit had gone down the foaming falls, the troop.




A ROMANCE OF TBl REVOLUTION.             101
ern took their stand some distance below, expecting to see his
mangled body borne down the stream  by the angry current.
They tarried until after daylight, but discovering nothing, they
hurried back towards the place where they had left their horses:
when they came to the spot, the horses were gone. They saw
that their tracks led back the way they had come. The troopers
were afraid of losing their horses, but Lieut. Rushwood assured
them that his horse would lead themn safely back to his house.
They had not gone far, before they were met by a party of the
neighbors, who had been aroused, and had come in pursuit of
them.  They arrived at the house about sundown, to the great
relief of their friends, who, having seen the horses come back
without riders, were greatly alarmed lest the whole party had
been killed.
Being now all assembled around a cheerful fire, the particulars of the chase were given, and the fearful death of the bandit closed the narrative. All the men that had been cut down
the night before, by the sabres of the troopers, were dead and
buried; except Sharpe, who had been cared for, and was likely
to recover. Next morning he was found to be able to speak.
He was promised, that if he would give a history of the whole
of the transactions of the band, and would agree to leave that
part of the country as soon as he recovered, his life would be
spared.  He sullenly refused to give any account of the gang,
and feigning to be deranged, and very sick with his wounds,
succeeded in making his escape three days afterwards.
Early next morning, a large party, consisting of Lieut. Rushwood, as leader, the young troopers, and some neighbors, who
had joined them, guided by Kua-ta-hu, set out for the cave, at
Snake Hill, and there within its gloomy recess, found hidden
all the ill-gotten, and blood-bought gold of the bandits. Mr.
Mansfield's money was found just as the robbers had taken it,
it having been kept out of the common stock for the chief.
The cave was destroyed, and now no traces of it can be seen,
as the rubbish and dirt washed down the hill by the storm torrents soofn filled up its cavity. The lofty pine, that had served
as a ventilator to the cave, weakened by the incisions made in
its top, fell the next year, before a terrific tornado that swept
across the lake.
The party returned to the Widow Rushwood's house, and
there the money taken from the cave was counted, and found
to amount to a large sum.  It was left in the care of George,
who, after considerable trouble, succeeded in restoring most
of it to the families of those from  whom it had been taken.
The gallant Lieut. Rushwood, victorious at all points, led
the beautiful Caroline Mansfield to the hymeneal altar a few




102                    GLANMORB;
days afterwards. The two families that had by the fates been
thus united under one roof; continued to live there until the
thundering of the British artillery had been silenced at Yorktown, and the American flag waved triumphant over their
war-worn, but now happy and grateful country. A substantial
mansion was then erected on the ruins of Mr. Mansfield's
farm-house, and the two happy families live there in peace
and plenty-George employing his time in cultivating the
broad acres of the domain that had now  become his; and
Caroline in training up a family of blooming children in the
"way they should go."  The old people lived to see their
grand-children smile upon the savages, before they sunk in
their peaceful graves.
But the old Tory, terrified at the capture of his son, fled with
his wife to the British army, and finally embarked for England,
where he died a victim to that deep remorse, that ever haunts
those who thus step aside from the path of virtuous rectitude.
The faithful and noble Kua-ta-hu, was solicited by his grateful friends, to abandon his wild mode of life, and take up his
residence under their hospitable roof; but he was too deeply
wedded to his native wild woods, to think of abandoning them;
and above all, he had acquired so strong an appetite for the
waters of the High Rock Spring, that after living away from
them a few days, he seemed to be out of his element. After
a few years the place began to be settled, and old age having
dimmed his sight, and enervated his arm, he made his way to
Lieut. Rushwood's mansion, where in a few months he yielded
up his life, and was buried by his grateful friends in the family
burying-ground, where rested the body of Mr. Mansfield.
THE END.












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