Pulp Fiction, 1860 · page 63 of 108
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A VISIT TO THE BLACKSMITH. 65 family of Simon Hunt, the blacksmith, who had, on two oe; Casions, sent to Ernshaw and his men most important intelli- sence. It being so near dark, the blacksmith himself was at home, and answered the knock which came thundering against his door. The person whom he perceived to be standing on the steps was perfectly unknown to him; nevertheless he bid him enter. : _ When the two entered the room, Simon turned, and, by the light of a candle, surveyed the other with a long and scrutin- Zing look. The countenance somehow seemed familiar, but ib was only after hearing him speak that the worthy smith was able to say, “ Your name is Vale, is it not ?” ? " Right, sir—my name ig Vale; and yours, I believe, is Simon Hunt 2” , It is.” », then allow me, before proceeding any further, to thank you for the services you have done to Ernshaw and his men, as well as to the holy cause of liberty.” sie Never mind about them; I have done nothing which I wouldn’t wish to.do again; and you had better thank another one whose name I can not tell you, but who was the person that a hee me with all the information that I have had.” “ Well, Mr. Hunt, to whoever the thanks are due, to him or them, let them be earnestly given. It was not for this I came here, disguised in this dress; and, though any assistance which you can render me will be but small, still, little ag it may be, I shall feel thankful for it.” “T am with you,” said Hunt, decisively. Vale told the story of the outrage briefly. It. stirred the soul ofthe blacksmith deeply, and his lips were not slow in uttering his sentiments. He asked to share John’s search, and’ to be permitted the privilege of avenging her wrongs. The only service which was now required was to endeayor to find some traces of Catherine; and, in case any thing went wrong With Vale, to send immediate intelligence of it to Nat Ern- Bhat . “ Now that we understand each other,” finally interposed Hunt, “I supposé* that you will stop at my house; for the Present, at least.” “ Under other circumstances, I would be happy to do go,” Comiclooks.conn * >