Pulp Fiction, 1867 · page 24 of 100
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ae THE SONS OF LIBERTY. brought you here to-night and it has been shown you what the doom of such a man must be, unless he repents, You shall die unless you yield to our demands.” “ What do you want?” whined Joram. “I am sure I am ready to do any thing proper. I want to go home. I must) go home. I have business on hand for to-night. Please lt me go home.” “ Peace, fool !” er:ed the stranger, sternly. “Do you think — we are here to listen to whimpers? Hear me. You shall kneel down upon the sod at your feet and raise your right hand to heaven.” Joram obeyed. “ Swear in the name of your Maker, that bis will have nothing more to do with these accursed stamps.” “T swear,” said. Joram. “Bring the Book,” said the stranger. One of the men brought forward a Bible. “Kiss the Buok,” was now the order. He did it submissively. : | “You have taken a solemn oath. Now swear to go to Sir John Johnson and resign your office in the morning.” “T swear.” “‘ Kiss the Book.” He obeyed. “ Release him,” said the stranger, solemnly. ‘ He is ours, by the bond of a solemn oath.” The cords were taken from his limbs and numerous torches were lighted. Then he saw the men who had seized him. Many of them were his own neighbors, who hailed him jo- cosely as a Son of Liberty: While they were pulling him about, and laughing violently, they heard cries in various parts of the forest. Soon after men who had been posted all about the rendezvous, came in, saying that Johnson’s Greens were searching the woods for them. The party broke up, and every man went to his own home, easily cluding the Greens. Commicloooks. conn