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You are welcome to any you can enlist from my company." Alsop Hunt, being a Quaker, and personally opposed to physical violence, offered no suggestion until the second object of our visit was made known. Then he said, very quietly: "Mayaro, the Mohican Sagamore, is in this vicinity." "How do you know that, Alsop?" asked Major Lockwood quickly. "I saw him yesterday." "Here in Poundridge?" Mr.
This, if our map misled us not, should be the edges of the town of Poundridge; and within a mile or so more we began to see a house here and there. These farms became more frequent as we advanced. After a few moments' riding we saw the first cattle that we had seen in many days.
His Excellency's army lay in position all around us, now, from West Point down the river; and our light-horsemen patrolled as far south as the unhappy country from which we had retired through the smoke of Bedford's burning farms and the blaze of church and manor at Poundridge.
And, as I gazed at them outlined against the evening sky, I remembered what Betsy Hunt had said at Poundridge how she had encountered them together on the hill which overlooked the Sound.
That is their law, which even Amochol could not break." "It was a mercy that our little Lois appealed not to His Excellency, so that the word ran through Canada by flag to Haldimand." "She might have done this," said the Sagamore quietly. "She asked me at Poundridge how this might be accomplished. But when I made it clear to her that it meant her mother's death, she said no more about it."
I drew the coiled linen roll from the breast of my rifle shirt and spread it out. We studied it, heads together. "Here lies Poundridge," nodded Boyd, placing his finger on the spot so marked. "Roads a-plenty, too. Well, it's odd, Loskiel, but in this cursed, debatable land I feel more ill at ease than I have ever felt in the Iroquois country."
Nobody hailed us, not even the soldiers; there was no levity, no jest directed toward our giant rifleman, only a courteous but sober salute as we rode through Poundridge town and out along the New Canaan highway where houses soon became fewer and soldiers both afoot and ahorse more frequent.
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