Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 42: what you’re looking at

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——_ s » > UMA a eS . . os. arr a ee ae a ~ ont “si : ; me oY a ee “ a ie = Pg i ae PA papell c . a _ Y% ‘Saad, t+ : AA Ces 44 THE SONS OF LIBERTY. | partly with this idea that Philip Schuyler was made Major. Gener=]. No one knew the state of fiffairs in New York het: ter than he, and he at once sent his messengers over the coun- try te acquaint themselves with the designs of the Tory ar- istocrucy. They reported that Sir John and his brother-in- Jaw were indeed tampering with the Mohawks, and would succeed in alienating them from the colonists. . "Phe feuds between old neighbors had begun already. Da- vid Connor eame no, nore to his father’s house except to make threats of what he would do if his brothers did not join the royal cause, which they did. not intend to do. In these visits he was often accompanied by his lieutenant, (for he was a captain now,) a nephew of John Johnson, named from the brother-in-law, Guy Johnson. Til-natured people pointed to” the dark cheeks of the younz man and said he got his color from an Indian mother. His real mother no one had eyer seen. He passed as an adopted son to Guy Johnson, and was tenured and hated by the Mohawk Whigs. He was the special — friend and companion of David Connor and equally disliked. fle had seen the Mohawk beauty, and became desperately enamored of her. From that time he came often alone to the farm-house and was coldly received by all, especially by the brothers, who, like all good Whigs, bated the Johnsons, At last he was forbidden the house by Richard, which was the occasion ofa fierce quarrel between them. a “ Go your own way, Guy Johnson,” said the young farmer, “and let us go ours. You can come here for no good, and there is bad blood petween the Johnsons and the Whigs.” “Do you forpid me the house ?” demanded Guy, fiercely. * Don’t you know that I come here as a suitor to your Sis-~ ter? I love her, and would make her my wife.” “That may never be; Guy. The blood of my race shall never mix with that of a Johnson. I tell you, there can be no use in* your coming bere on such an errand. I have spoken to’my father upon this subject and he is quite of ny mind. I hope you will understand this and come here no more. Besides, you frighten the girl. She, at least, loses no love upon you.” | | Curse you, what do you mean? Is my face that of a demon, to frighten a girl? You made this up to get me EComilcbooks: co al