Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 22: what you’re looking at

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B4 {HE SOXS OF LIBERTY. | panther, just emerging from his lair. At times, an owl or nat. fitted by on silent wings, almost brushing his face. IJ_e very pearly cried out aloud in his agony. He was alone, alone} Deep in the dismal forest, with wild beasts howling on every — side. The most distressing thoughts flitted through his mind, What if he had been brought to this place to be left a prey to the beasts of the field and the fowls of the air? Where had they gone, the men who had brought him to this vile place? Were they demons, and were these spirit-voices which came to him on the wind mingled with bursts of unearthly laugh- ter? He cursed the unlucky stamps which had brought him to this, cursed the day he had accepted the office of stamp- collector. How long he stood there alone he did not know. It seem- ed an age, and he was almost frantic when some one came, unbound and led him away. As if it was the plan to terrify him as much as possible, blood-chilling whispers were heard on every side, and the laughter was redoubled, far off in the woods. ‘Shrieks were he: urd, too, mingled with other fearful sounds. He was led along up a great hight, it seemed to him, and then was let down by cords to a dreadful depth, ac- companied by the words, “down! down!! down!!!” ingsa sepulchral tone from a hundred throats. A man _ blindfolded has no idea of time or space, and it seemed to poor Joram that he was descending, for many minutes, into the bowels of the earth before he struck the ground. He was sensible that a strong smell of brimstone and phosphorus impregnated the air, and that many demon-voices shouted all together : -“ Fle comes! He comes!! He comes!!!” He was sud: denly seized, whirled shrieking in the sulphurous atmosphere, and borne awuy again, scorched by flame and pierced by sharp instruments, and set down at last in.a place where the sulphurous fumes were strongest, while the voices cried ~ kloud : “ Judgment !” A strong hand was laid upon his head, and a solemn voice demanded what he had to uphold him in this hour of trial ? “ Paith in God,” replied the guilty wretch. “Speak not his nume, irreverent scoffer !’ answered the same voice. “Men who lend themselves’ as the instruments conniclooolksseornn)