Beadle's Dime Novels No. 13 — page 16: what you’re looking at

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18 - CEDAR SWAMP; ®R, WILD NAt’S BRIGADE. shrugged his shoulders in a manner which told that it was displeasing to him to be compelled to do any service for such aman. Hardly had the body of the tory crossed the thresh- old ere the door was violently closed behind him. The black returned to his master, and busied himself preparing for his master’s breakfast. Having partaken of this meal, Gen. Clin- ton left ‘the house, turning his footsteps in the direction of a dwelling inhabited by a rich and influential tory. Sampson passed quickly out by the back door, and, crossing the garden, emerged. from it into the street. Walking rapidly along for some squares, he at length turned into a somewhat Obscure alley. A few steps brought him to the front of an humble-looking dwelling, at whose door he gave a few taps. _ His summons was quickly answered, and a middle-aged woman threw open the door. - “Is it you, Sampson ?” said she. - “ What brings you here at this time of day? Any thing important ?” “I guess mebbe it is. Whar is Simon? I got suthin’ to tell ’m.” i “Simen is here, if you would see him; so come in.” The black entered the cabin, and found himself in the presence of the person he was seeking, an honest-looking mechanic, whose eye and bearing betokened the fearless man, “Whatever brings you here must be of importance, Samp- son; so tell us at once,” said the mechanic, or Simon Hunt, as was his name, ~ Thar’ ar’ no one here who oughtn’t to har a secret, is thar’.” ; “Trust me for not harboring any such about my house.” “ Listen, then. This mornin’ that Timothy Turner came to see the general, an’ tell him ’bout a meetin’ o’ whigs that was to be held to-night, amd so the general ’l send down a lect o’ his sodgers and chop ’em all up. If you kin send ’em word you'll be doin’ a good thing for de blessed cause.” . “All right! where is this meeting to be held, and who ig to hold it? I must know who to send word to. Give me that, and they shall know the game before night.” | “He on’y knows two—they be Masser John Vale and Nat Ernshaw.” “What? Nat Ernshaw turning whig trooper ? That's comicbooks.co inn