Beadle's Dime Novels No. 115: The Sons of Liberty — page 92: what you’re looking at

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:- i : : “2 * ‘ . ng . =i = ‘: * $4, THE SONS OF LIBERTY. | She heard Guy struggling in his hands and calling dawn upon his head all sorts of appalling maledictions. “What do you mean?” he cried. ‘“ You have let her es- cape us again.” “TJ swore in the name of the dead, that she should not be harmed,” was the unmoved reply, “ You can not make me angry to-night. I go to bury my dead out of my sight, and you may stand here and watch. When our work is done, we will come to you again, and then we will attend to the girl.” They found mattocks and spades in one of the outbuildings, and the three strong men, under the cold January sky, began to dig the grave of the fallen. Guy, standing in the shadow of the cabin, heard the implements rattle on'-the hard soil. Wrapping his recovered cloak about him, as. the wind blew colder, he stepped further out, where he could see the burial party at their work. The grave was dug, and they had wrapped the body first in blankets, and then in birch bark, and laid it in the shallow grave. As the young man turned, the first spadeful of earth fell upon the body, and soon the | work was finished. The family returned. They had done their best by the dead, and now they were ready to do any wrong to the living. ~ A fierce light began to show itself in- their eyes. By nature they were cruel, and the sight of blood excited them. “T am not used to being shut out of my own house,” Abel shouted. “Ho, girl! Open the door.” Miriam had taken time to reflect, and knowing that if she refused to open they would batter down the door, and per- haps subject her to some indignity, she concluded to open the dvor and admit them. They came trooping in at once, and stood sullenly about the fire warming their half-+frozen hands, aud casting sullen looks at the shrinking girl. “You can’t take her away to-night,” said Abel, looking at Guy, who nodded in response. “Then she can’t do better than go to bed,” said the other, “’as you go early in the morning. Girl, go to bed.” She retired into the little room set apart for her, ané watched the family as;they sat crooning over the fire until very late. In watching them she grew drowsy and so fell asleep. When she woke it was yet dark, for a pine torch was burning iy Conic ooo ks.corn)