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She was too well schooled to smile when Ella, meeting the Honorable Mary Saunders and Sir Charles Saunders, of London, said magnificently, "We bear the same arms, Sir Charles, but of course ours is the colonial branch of the family!" and she nodded admiringly at Dolly Ripley's boyish and blunt fashion of saying occasionally "We Ripleys, oh, we drink and gamble and do other things, I admit; we're not saints!
Omas had fought hard in the battle of July 3rd, 1778, and his friendship for the Ripleys drew him away before the dreadful doings were half completed. He yearned to go back and give rein to his ferocity. Mrs. Ripley tried to restrain him, but in vain. Such were her views; but she was in error. She did not read the heart of the terrible warrior aright.
"One Prescott is worth a dozen Ripleys" murmured one man who, unable to swim, was obliged to stand looking uselessly on. There were still many who were shouting confusing advice as to what others ought to do. A few were even running about trying to do something. Dave Darrin was actually "on the job."
"I have exhausted them, unless it is to be a musicale." "No. That's what we are going to have to-morrow ourselves. I sing, you know." "Do you? Well, a garden party perhaps?" "That's what the Ripleys are going to have Thursday." "Then, so far as I can see, there is nothing left for it to be except a failure," said De Forest, lifting his arms off the gate.
The sun went down while they were picking their way through the rough section. The Ripleys expected to do much hard travelling, but their guide's knowledge of every turn enabled him to pick out paths which none ever suspected.
After a time, when it became safe for the Ripleys to return to Wyoming Valley, they took up their residence there once more, and remained until the husband and father came back at the close of the Revolution; and the happy family were reunited, thankful that God had been so merciful to them and brought independence to their beloved country.
The man who had lived there so long unknown was at last revealed before them, It was the best lecture of the season, and at its close there was long continued applause. The literary celebrities of Concord, with the exception of Thoreau, were not indigenous. Emerson may have gone there from an hereditary tendency, but more likely because his cousins the Ripleys dwelt there.
"He will be with the Iroquois, even though his tribe doesn't like them any too well; for the Iroquois are the conquerors of the Delawares, and drove them off their hunting grounds." "Well," said Mrs. Ripley, with a sigh; "even if he never comes for her, she will always have a home with us." The dwelling of the Ripleys was on the eastern shore of the Susquehanna.
"I think you will like it there. Our attic is very large and there are a number of old-fashioned things in it with which you may play. The Ripleys left a lot of things behind. There are old trunks, and they are filled with old clothes that you can dress up in. There is a spinning wheel and candle-moulds, there are strings of old sleigh bells.
Thus, as will be seen, the Ripleys were between the two and Linna on the one hand, and the single Seneca on the other. He knew the precise location of the fugitives as well as if they had been in his field of vision from the first. He now began approaching them from the rear. Their faces turned away from him, and everything favored his stealthy advance.
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