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Bryce felt a chill in the region of his spine and if his old cap did not actually rise off his head, it certainly felt as though it would. He was to one side of Nuck's position so as not to get his brother between him and the bear should the creature come forth, and suddenly he saw the shaggy head and shoulders of the beast rise up over the brush.
He began this new course of study by a diligent perusal of Vesalius, Bartholine, and Fallopius; and, to acquaint himself more fully with the structure of bodies, was a constant attendant upon Nuck's publick dissections in the theatre, and himself very accurately inspected the bodies of different animals.
"There was Mistress Kate on top of a tall stump, her black hair flying in the wind, and Nuck's old musket in her hands. She said she was on guard, and she hailed me before I got out of the wood. Her eyes are sharp." "She should have been a boy," sighed the widow. "Indeed, this wilderness is no place for girls at all." "Bless their dear little souls!" exclaimed Bolderwood, with feeling.
Instead, the villains tumbled into the sledge and upon the backs of their own steeds, and amid the cries of the woman and Robbie, took the way to the Twenty-Mile Line and Albany. The prisoner's wife and son scarcely realized what Nuck's escape meant; it looked as though the guest had fled when peril threatened the helpless family. But Nuck very well knew what he was about.
The thrashing in the brush told that. Recovering his courage he pushed forward and finally saw the huge brown body on the ground, writhing in the muscular activity which follows death. The charge of Nuck's rifle had reached a vital spot. But something more Bryce saw.
He still felt injured indeed, the feeling grew with his own growth because he was not allowed to join the military companies; but Mistress Harding had finally promised that if he could trap enough game the next winter to pay for a new gun a rifle instead of the old musket which had once been Nuck's and which their father had brought with him on his return from the French wars he should be allowed to attend the Bennington drills.
Nuck's only weapons were his knife and the hatchet stuck in his belt. Lying there within the circle of light cast by the flames he would be an easy mark for any enemy. As minute after minute passed it seemed utterly impossible for him to quench this fear and he finally rose to his feet and got out of the fire light.
The settlement lay lifeless under the cold winter sky; not a spiral of smoke rose from the broad-topped chimneys, for the fires in every house were banked during the night, and it was too early for the spryest kitchen-maid to be astir. The horse thundered up to the door of the Catamount Inn and Nuck's wild halloa brought a night-capped head to the window instantly that of the innkeeper.
Allen was there and spoke to me he did!" declared Enoch. "He's a master big man and so handsome. He asked me if I remembered his coming here once to see father, and he told me to be sure and go to Bennington when the train-band is mustered in. I can, can't I, mother?" "And me, too!" cried Bryce. "I can carry Nuck's musket now't he shoots with father's gun. I can shoot, too from a rest."
Their frocks'll git torn if they help us, an' they'll git afire or or somethin'!" "Nuck's sisters will be there. They'll want other girls," said the wise Lot. "An' b'sides, Mis' Harding'll be lots better to us if the girls is there. She allus is my marm is. Mothers like girls, but boys is only a nuisance, they says."
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