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From street, doorway, and window came an answering shout. Out from the shore drifted the Berinthia till the anchor dropped from her bow, and she lay a thing of beauty, swinging with the ebbing tide. In the cabin the guests were partaking of the bountiful and appetizing repast.
The bells ceased their pealing, but suddenly delightful music filled the church. "That is John Newman at the organ," Berinthia whispered. It began soft and faint, as if far away a flute, then a clarinet, a trumpet, growing louder, nearer, deeper, heavier, the loud notes rolling like far-off thunder, then dying into melody as sweet as the song of a bird.
Walden?" "No, I have not heard a word since he left us. I should not be surprised, however, if he were to drop in upon us any day, for I have written him that the ship is to be launched soon. Father intends to make it a grand occasion when the Berinthia Brandon glides into the water. I shall have all my friends present, Ruth Newville chief among them."
"He likes the looks of this house, evidently. He is a new officer just arrived." "He will find that an American girl can make some resistance to force," Berinthia replied. Once more the knocker rattled, and the lieutenant entered. "I believe I have the honor to address Miss Brandon," he said, bowing. "That is my name."
Robert thought there was a shade of vexation on her face. "Excuse me, gentlemen, while I talk with Miss Brandon a moment," she said, dropping behind. Robert walked on a few steps and waited for Berinthia. Major Evelyn lingered a moment as if to have a last word with Miss Newville, but politeness would not admit his further tarrying; he lifted his hat and walked away. "Oh, Mr.
Two schooners have arrived at Salem, bringing three thousand bushels of corn from Maryland. Another vessel brought one thousand bushels from Virginia." "These contributions," said Mr. Brandon, "show that the people of the Colonies, or at least a large portion of them, sympathize with us in our resistance to tyranny." "You have not told me about Rachel; is she well?" Berinthia asked.
Berinthia Brandon, sitting in her chamber, looking out into the starlit night, saw the faint light of the rising moon along the eastern horizon. Twilight was still lingering in the western sky. In the gloaming, she saw the sailors of the warships and transports were stepping into their boats and floating with the incoming tide up the Charles. What was the meaning of it?
Berinthia Brandon, from her chamber window, beheld the warship Lively shrouded in smoke. Upon the green hill, where, the day before, the farmers had been swinging their scythes, and where the partially cured hay was lying in windrows, she could see a bank of yellow earth. Again the thunder of the guns jarred her window, but at a signal from the Somerset the firing ceased.
Flames and smoke belched from the muzzle of the guns with deafening roar, sending the missiles upon the fortification. While the cannoneers were reloading the guns, Berinthia, upon the housetop with a telescope, saw a man leap up from the intrenchment and stand in full view upon the bank of earth, swinging his hat and shaking his fist. "Oh father! mother! it is Tom! He's swinging his hat!
Walden, what do you think your good cousin has been saying?" said Miss Newville, calling him once more to the gate. "Possibly that she has had an agreeable chat with one of his majesty's brilliant officers," Robert replied. "Instead of being brilliant, he was positively stupid. I don't like epaulets," said Berinthia. "Not those sent to protect us?" Miss Newville asked. "No." "Neither do I."
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