the Phoenici r vheVer it v/af / A GIRL OF 76 THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES "ELIZABETH S FATHER STOOD IN THE DOOR." BY AMY E. BLANCHARD AUTHOR OF "TWO GIRLS," "THREE PRETTY MAIDS," ETC. ILLUSTRATED BY IDA WAUGH BOSTON AND CHICAGO W. A. WILDE & COMPANY COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY W. A. WILDE & COMPANY. All rights reserved. A GIRL OF 76. 2To tl) fHcinorri of MY REVOLUTIONARY SIRES AND ESPECIALLY TO THAT OF THE LITTLE FIFER, AMOS BLANCHARD THIS S lORY IS REVERENTLY DEDICATED A. E. B. 661668 CONTENTS. CHAPTER PAGE I. A CUP OF TEA 11 II. A CUP OF COLD WATER 28 III. THE OLD OX-CART 45 IV. A YOUNG FIFER 59 V. A LITTLE SCHEME 74 VI. BRAVE GIRLS 91 VII. Ox THE WAY 109 VIII. A WAYFARER 128 IX. AMOS S STORY . . 143 X. "YANKEE DOODLE" 160 XI. A QUEER DINNER .... . 175 XII. OLD FRIENDS AND FOES . . . 190 XIII. IN BOSTON TOWN . . .209 XIV. THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST . . 223 XV. FREE .... .240 XVI. A WEDDING ..... -255 XVII. FOR MY COUNTRY ..... -273 XVIII. THE QUILTING-BEE 290 XIX. MISSING! 35 XX. PEACE 3 7 7 ILLUSTRATIONS. PAGE " Elizabeth s father stood in the door " . Frontispiece 24 " Nearer and nearer came the sound of the music " . 67 " He was resting before a blazing fire " . . . 131 " They were ushered into the presence of Mrs. Margaret Gould " ........ 202 " All the congregation watched to see Lydia walk bride " 286 A GIRL OF 76, CHAPTER I. A CUP OF TEA. IT was very quiet in the room where Elizabeth Hall sat doing her daily stent of sewing. She had worked a sufficiently presentable sampler by the time she was seven years old, had pieced an entire quilt before she was ten, and was now sewing upon the shirt she was to complete for her father within a given time. She plied her needle swiftly and carefully, looking, from time to time, at the minute stitches set along the piece of linen. If, by chance, one seemed too conspicuous, she unthreaded her needle and ripped out the offending stitch. The room where she sat was long and low. A tall mantel on one side held a clove apple, a piece of shell work, two conch shells, and a small picture on glass set off with gilt. Over the door hung an old sword and a musket ; they had been used by Eliza- 12 A GIRL OF j6. beth s great-grandfather in Lovewell s fight. A corner cupboard stood in an angle of the room ; it displayed a fine array of pewter plate, with a few rarer pieces of India china. A tall chest of drawers stood in another corner of the room, and in another, a still taller old clock. A high-backed settee of white pine stood near the big old fireplace in which a fine fire was blazing. Elizabeth sat up very straight in her rush-bottomed chair. She would have scorned to loll, for her grand mother, who sat opposite, was as straight as an Indian, and as she knitted briskly she cast thoughtful looks at Elizabeth. Presently she spoke. "Betsey!" "Yes, grandmother." "Have you nearly finished your stent ? " "Yes, ma am, I have about two inches more." " When you have finished, I want you to go on an errand for me." " Yes, grandmother." The short winter afternoon was already showing signs of coming to an end, for Elizabeth moved nearer to the window as she threaded her needle for the last time. Her grandmother looked around cautiously. In the next room Elizabeth s mother w r as singing; an old A CUP OF TEA. 13 psalm tune, and the merry laugh of little Stephen once or twice rose above the psalm, " My Shepherd will supply my need." In a few moments the old lady beckoned Elizabeth to come to her, seeing that she had folded her work and was about to lay it aside. " I want you to go down to the shore," she said. Elizabeth stared, but she was too respectful to her elders to say anything, so she waited to hear what w r as coming next. Her grandmother dove down into the huge pocket, which, fastened by a string around her waist, swung under her frock. As she lifted her skirt she dis played a quilted petticoat, warm and comfortably wadded. She produced a small white roll of cloth and slipped it into Elizabeth s hand. " Take this pillow-case," she whispered, " and go down to the shore and gather up some of the tea that has washed up there. You needn t get the pillow-case full, but just gather what you can, and run home with it to me. If any one asks you where you have been, say, on an errand for grandmother." Elizabeth looked up ; then she looked down ; then she glanced out of the window. She turned a dis tressed countenance toward her grandmother. " What will father say ? " she blurted out, finally, her distress 14 A GIRL OF 76. getting the better of her training, which had taught her never to answer back. Grandmother Hall drew herself up stiffer than ever. " Never mind what your father says. He is my son, and I ll deal with him. It is very w r rong of you, Betsey, to question your elder s actions ; but this is not a usual case, perhaps, and since you have been hearing a good deal about the state of excitement into which these hot-headed young people are throw ing the country, I will endeavor to explain matters a little to you. We are, as you know, colonies of Great Britain, and our good King George surely has a right to enforce his laws. This stirring up of the people by these madcap young men is not at all to my liking. I hope none of my name were among those who dressed themselves up like a party of play-actors and defied the law by emptying out all that good tea. I know your father is with this restless, rebellious party, heart and soul, but I still claim my allegiance to the crown, and I have a right to a cup of tea if I want it. I know, too, that your mother will not even deal at one of the shops where tea is sold, and that she burned nearly a full chest of it to show her dis approval, but then, she is not an old woman and does not understand how desirable peace and conces sion are. Go, my dear ; you are not doing wrong to A CUP OF TEA. 15 obey your grandmother, and the day will come when you will see that it is right to honor the powers that be. Go, run along. It grows dark quickly. Come right to my room when you get back." Hardly convinced, yet fearing to disobey, Elizabeth slipped on her quilted hood and ran out. Although it was the middle of December, she did not wear a wrap, but rolled up her arms in her pinafore as she ran along the street toward the water. About three weeks before this the first tea ship had arrived in Boston harbor. Elizabeth had rarely seen her father more excited than when he came home and told his family of how the tax on tea ought to be avoided. She remembered how he brought his hand down hard on the table and said : " It is a pernicious tax ; we will not abide by it. Whoso does is an enemy to his country." And she also remembered the hot argument into \vhich he plunged with his mother when she sided with the governor and his faction. So the little girl s ideas were much mixed. She had never been told directly that she must not go down to gather up any of the tea which had washed ashore after that bold band of Mohawks had thrown overboard the contents of three- hundred and forty-odd chests. Inwardly Elizabeth ad mired them for their daring act, and yet, she must 1 6 A GIRL OF 76. obey her grandmother. Had not this been impressed upon her since she could remember ? She ran along swiftly, sometimes sliding on a par ticularly slippery bit of ice in her way, and at last she reached the shore. It seemed as if all Boston harbor must have been a huge caldron of tea, for the tide had sent much drifting up into Charles River where it lay like seaweed along the shore. Elizabeth did not tarry long to look. She stooped down, and, with her two little red hands, scooped up a lot into her pillow-case. When it was about half full she heard a noise which caused her to start hastily to her feet. She quickly tied a knot in the opening of her bag, and rolling it up in her apron, she turned to run home. But she heard footsteps behind her, and, run fast as she could, they seemed to come nearer and nearer, and at last a familiar voice called, "Betsey!" Her first impulse was to continue to run, but she knew she would be overtaken before she reached home, and so she stood still and looked up shyly from under her hood at Amos Dwight who regarded her wrathfully. There was not a time that Elizabeth could remem ber when Amos had given her such a look. They had been playfellows from babyhood, and many a A CUP OF TEA. 17 time Amos had drawn her to school on his sled, while the number of rosy apples and other good things which had found their way into Elizabeth s lunch-basket from Amos s pocket, could scarcely be enumerated. There fore, Elizabeth quailed before the wrath of this com rade, so unusual was it to see such a frown upon his happy face. " Betsey ! " he said again, as sternly, the little girl thought, as the minister could have done. " What have you been doing ? " Elizabeth thought first of Eve and the apple, then of Ananias and Sapphira ; and since an untruth was something too dreadful to be considered for a moment, she did not answer at all. "You ve been getting tea." The emphasis and scorn on the last word cannot be described. Still silence on the part of Elizabeth. "Give it to me," commanded Amos, stretching out his hand. " I ll not." The words shot out with a snap. Co ercion from an equal was not to be endured. The spirit of 76 was already at work. "You will," returned Amos, fiercely. Rebellion was visible in Elizabeth s eye. "I d like to know who ll make me," she replied. " I will. I m stronger than you." The spirit of B 1 8 A GIRL OF 76: John Bull in miniature, but whimsically exchanging places. " I m on an errand for my grandmother," announced Elizabeth, after a pause, during which the two eyed each other with a little softening of expression. " Oh, you are ! " Amos was somewhat mollified. " But, Betsey, you mustn t take that tea home. Your father will be furious." " He will not know, and I must mind grandmother." " You should not. You ought to say you cannot. Don t you know, Elizabeth, that you ought to be brave enough to say your country comes first ? " " I cannot tell a story." "Did you promise that you would get it?" Elizabeth tried to remember. "When she said for me to do it, I said, Yes, ma am. " Well, give me the tea, and I ll throw it back ; then you can go and tell her that some one took it away from you." Elizabeth shook her head in refusal. "You re a Tory a vile Tory!" cried Amos. "I want nothing more to do with you. I ve done with you forever. You re no friend to your country, and so you can be no friend of mine. I d die for the right." And the boy of fifteen drew himself up, with the fire of an indomitable purpose in his eye. A CUP OF TEA. 19 Elizabeth stood mute and miserable, but still clutching her little pillow-case of tea. She was awed by Amos s manner, but yet she was not con vinced. Boys were always getting excited over queer things, anyhow, and her grandmother ought to know what was right. She rather guessed old people knew best. Still, as Amos, without giving her another glance, walked away, she called after him faintly, " Amos ! " But he did not hear, or else would not heed, and the little girl hurried home, her eyes smarting with the tears she vainly tried to keep back. She skurried in at the back door, bringing a sharp breath of nipping air with her. As she passed her mother she was asked, " Where have you been, Eliza beth ? " "On an errand for grandmother," she re plied, and, being allowed to report promptly, she hurried upstairs and gave the pillow-case into her grandmother s hands. The old lady looked mightily pleased as she sniffed the contents of the bag. " Now, to-morrow, Elizabeth," she said, " I want you to take two or three notes to my old friends for me, on your way to school." " Yes, ma am," said Elizabeth, faintly. Her grand mother looked at her sharply, but the child s eyes 20 A GIRL OF 76. were downcast, and the redness of her little nose was probably caused by the cold. "You re a good child," her grandmother said ap provingly. "Here is a penny for you." The free gift of a penny was not so usual that it was considered a trifle where children were concerned, and ordinarily its possession would have filled Eliza beth s heart with joy; but now she took it with a spiritless "Thank you, ma am," and hearing her mother call, she was glad to go below stairs. Her mother poured out for her grandmother, at supper time, a cup of " Labrador " tea. This was made from an herb which the soil of New England nourished, and was substituted for the imported teas in many of the colonist households. Grandmother Hall took the cup gravely, but there was a twinkle in her eye as she looked across the table at Elizabeth, who was sedately eating her hasty pudding and milk. The next morning the old lady gave into Eliza beth s hands four little notes to be delivered to Mistress Gould, Mistress Phillips, Mistress Hubbard, and Mistress Rand. Elizabeth started early so as to be in time for school. " Be sure you give them to no one but the persons whose names are thereon," grandmother cautioned her, and the little maid was very conscientious in obeying. A CUP OF TEA. 21 She still felt sore over the encounter with Amos, but she hoped he would make some overture that day. They had often had childish quarrels, and had once not spoken for two whole days, so Elizabeth thought this time she might count on a sign of rec onciliation from him. The brightness of the morn ing had driven away the shadows of the previous evening, for so much seems possible with the new day. The old ladies to whom she delivered her notes nodded mysteriously, and seemed greatly pleased at the contents of the small epistles. One of them gave Elizabeth a slice of cake, another a huge red apple, which the little girl displayed ostentatiously when she entered the little old schoolhouse, and felt that by this supplement to her plain dinner she was almost rewarded for her trials on grandmother s account. She took her seat quietly, after making her courtesy, and bent her head over her arithmetic which she had just begun that winter, being considered at the age of thirteen quite young enough to undertake the task of " doing sums." Not once during the whole morning did Amos turn his eyes toward her, but, after school when one of her other schoolmates came over and asked 22 A GIRL OF 76. Elizabeth if she were not going to slide on the pond that afternoon, Amos threw them both such a scornful look as sent the blood flying up into Elizabeth s face, and made her set her lips firmly, indignation visible even in the two closely braided pigtails at the back of her head. It was late that afternoon when she came home, for she had gone sliding with the others, and although Amos had not been there to take her spinning across the ice, she had enjoyed the afternoon, feel ing free from his censorious looks, rather more at her ease than if he had been present. She did not exactly blame herself, but she did not like to be treated as if she were a culprit, and she was very angry with Amos. Yet she kept saying to herself on the way home, " Let not the sun go down on your wrath," and that made her feel uncomfortable. She wished she could go and tell her mother all about it, but her loyalty to her grandmother forbade. "Grandmother trusts me," she told herself, "and I ll not tell any one." Her little Puritan conscience was sadly disturbed, nevertheless. She thought she would go straight to her grandmother s room as soon as she reached home, and tell her that she had de livered the notes safely. So she hung up her lunch-basket and her hood, A CUP OF TEA. 23 and ran up to the room which was set aside for her grandmother s use. She knocked gently, but the chirp of voices inside prevented her from hearing any response which, however, she took for granted and opened the door. There was a little scream of dis may from each of the five old ladies sitting around the open wood fire. " Oh, my child ! we did not hear you. It is only Betsey and she will not betray us," declared Grand mother Hall. "Come in, my dear; you see I have the proof of your having delivered the notes promptly. Sit here on this stool. If you are very quiet you may remain ten minutes." Elizabeth sat down obediently and watched proceed ings. Each of the old ladies was sipping, with an air of enjoyment, something from a tiny tea-cup. The odor was familiar, but it was not the herb Labrador ; it was real tea. Not the fire alone made the flush on Elizabeth s cheek. She felt a little guilty. Suddenly there was the sound of a heavy step on the stair, a halt in the hall. The old ladies looked at each other in trepidation. Grandmother Hall arose as if to bolt the door, but she paused helplessly as there came a peremptory knock. There was a sud den transferal of each cup and saucer into a capa cious pocket, the little tea-kettle which had been 24 A GIRL OF 76. steaming merrily on the hob was quickly lifted and set under the bed. And when Elizabeth opened the door, the five old ladies were all sitting demurely knit ting with an air of having done nothing else for hours. Elizabeth s father stood in the door looking at the group before him. "Mother," he said, "what is this odor I discover ? " Elizabeth trembled. What could her grandmother say ? " I am entertaining my friends, Stephen," replied the old lady in her most dignified manner. " Surely it is not seemly for you to thrust yourself in upon us in this way." "Your friends are very welcome, mother, that you well know. They are mothers in Israel who have held up to the Lord the hands of more than one of my worthy townsmen, but Stephen Hall paused and pointed to a solitary tea-cup, the one his mother, herself, had been using, and which, in hcr haste, she had not hidden. " What is in that cup ? Tea! Whence came the vile abomination? Must the mothers of my patriot friends so yearn for the flesh- pots of Egypt that my house must be filled with the fumes of this accursed stuff ? " The old ladies cowered before the stern counte- A CUP OF TEA. 25 nance of the incensed man. Elizabeth hid her face in her grandmother s skirts. "Elizabeth!" As her father spoke, the little girl was reminded of some of the terrifying hymns which were wont to strike horror to her soul. "Come here," her father ordered; "where did your grandmother get that tea? Did you get it for her?" The child quailed, but she quavered out, "Yes, sir." " Where ? " " Down on the shore where it had washed up." The man looked stern and grim, and Elizabeth had never been so scared, not even when the school master had once accused her of whispering and had threatened a whipping before the school, a punish ment which she in nowise deserved, and which she did not receive, owing to Amos, who made her cause his, and stoutly declared that it was not Elizabeth, that he knew who it was but would not tell. He had been punished for refusing to tell, not severely, to be sure, but in this moment of trial Elizabeth re membered it. What would her father do to her, she wondered. She stood so white and trembling that her grand mother noticed it, and spoke up sharply. " It is not the child s fault, Stephen. I ordered her to do it. I 26 A GIRL OF 76. have no overstrained notions, and I am not afraid of the selectmen." There was a little curl of grand mother s lip, but her son did not wince. "I am afraid neither of king nor council," he an swered. " I defy the entire body of royal minions. My country must be saved." He lifted his hand solemnly. "Mother," he said more gently, "the day will come when you, too, will understand what our resistance means. My good friends, pardon this interruption of your pleasure, but my house is my castle; in it I cannot permit the use of tea. You will excuse me if I insist upon destroying what re mains. Come to me, daughter. You did not realize that you were a traitor to your father s cause." He held out his hand and enfolded Betsey s in a close clasp. And the child s whole heart went out to him. Then and there she vowed to make his cause hers. She understood only dimly, but she felt that this conscientious, God-fearing man was actuated only by the highest motives. "Where is the tea?" he asked agaim His mother gave one look at the solemn face in which a dedica tory light shone, and she silently produced the little pillow-slip which still showed the stains of the damp tea. Stephen Hall took it, and stepping forward shook A CUP OF TEA. 27 the contents into the open fire. A queer odor and a choking smoke arose, and the four visitors, hastily gathering their hoods and cloaks, took their departure. As for Elizabeth, she felt as if it were a sacrificial fire, and that from the altar, represented by her grandmother s fireplace, ascended her own vow to be true to her father s principles. Whether Grandmother Hall felt offended at her son s action or whether she was really ashamed of her own did not then appear. At all events she an nounced, a short time after this, her intention of making a visit to her brother Abiel Porter at Salem. Elizabeth was too fond of her grandmother not to see her departure with sorrow, but since much emo tion was discouraged she shed no tears. But even her grandmother s going did not mend matters so far as Amos Dwight was concerned, for except when he was obliged to speak to her, he never did so. She wondered if it would make any differ ence should he know how she felt now, but she was too proud to make any advance toward a reconciliation. CHAPTER II. A CUP OF COLD WATER. VERY silent were the wharves and harbors of Boston, for her trade had been transferred to Marblehead, and the seat of government to Salem. Charlestown, too, suffered from the Boston Port Bill, and her indignant citizens shared the punishment England chose to administer to the larger town. It had been several months since the overthrow of the chests of tea, and since then more than one cup had been brewed in the waters of American ports, for "the old lady over the sea." Elizabeth Hall missed many of her neighbors and her school friends, who, in consequence of the block ade, had removed to other towns better supplied ; which towns, however, did not forget their suffering brethren patiently accepting for conscience sake the weight of the king s displeasure. It was always a red-letter day for the Halls, when from Salem came a team bearing supplies which Uncle Abiel Porter had sent to his niece. Elizabeth, 28 A CUP OF COLD WATER. 29 Stephen, and even little baby Mary watched eagerly for it, because it meant a store of dainties sent by Aunt Pamela, in the making of which Grandmother Hall had, herself, taken a hand. "There they come!" Elizabeth cried to her mother, one morning. " There is a long train of wagons, and I see Uncle Abiel s among them. He has come himself this time." Mrs. Hall hurried to the window as the clumsy team stopped before the door. A tall, gaunt man stepped up to the eager little group which waited to greet him. At first sight Uncle Abiel appeared to be an elderly, shrewd, sharp, solemn-faced Yankee ; but there was a twinkle in his blue eye, and, under his homely garb, linsey-woolsey breeches, and long- tailed coat, there beat a gentle, loving heart, for all his Puritanical aspect. "Well, Polly," he said, greeting his niece, heartily, " better pick up the children and go back with me, hadn t you ? Lizbeth wants you, and Pamela sends you word there s room for all." " While my husband stays, I can, too. How is Mother Hall?" " She s nicely. She hasn t got over that tarring and feathering of Thomas Uitson. I don t know as anything else ever would have made her stop hurrah- 3O A GIRL OF 76. ing for King George, but she s shut up now. Wish you d think better about going back with me, Polly." Elizabeth and Stephen looked at each other. "Wouldn t it be nice to go to Uncle Abiel s ? " whis pered Stephen. " We d not have such a time get ting something to eat there." "The times are growing harder," sighed Mrs. Hall ; " but we must not give up yet, Uncle Abiel. I am grieved for my children s sakes ; but I cannot leave my husband." Uncle Abiel looked the children over. " Suppose I take the children." Mrs. Hall hesitated. She looked from one to the other. " It would not be easy to give them up, even for a time, and yet so many have left the town. Should you like to go with Uncle Abiel?" she asked. Elizabeth stood stanchly. " No, thank you. I prefer to stay while you do, mother." " And I, too," piped up little Stephen. Uncle Abiel smiled. " I guess there s no use in giving a second invitation. They seem pretty set in knowing their minds." Mrs. Hall cuddled little Mary up in her arms, and smiled down at her. "We ll get along, Uncle Abiel," she said. "You ve brought us such a famous lot of things, and maybe times will soon get better." A CUP OF COLD WATER. 31 He shook his head. "No such chance, Polly. I ve been getting down my old blunderbuss, and we re moulding up the dishes for bullets. There are signs of war, Polly, signs of war." Elizabeth listened, awe-stricken. Making bullets ! That did sound ominous. " Stephen about ? " asked Uncle Abiel. " He s down seeing about the teams, I guess. The General Court meets to-day, and he is anxious over the election of counsellors." Uncle Abiel thoughtfully rubbed his chin. " I ll see him," he said, and he turned away. But the question of bullets still agitated Elizabeth, and the day was long remembered by her. It was to be one which brought her the first impression of what war might mean ; and when later their own pewter plates were melted up, and when she saw her father cleaning his musket, she looked on with interested eyes. She knew he belonged to the minute-men, and that he might be called forth at any moment. "Shall you have to go and fight, father?" she asked. " I do not know, my daughter. If I do, it will be in a good cause." " I know that. I wish I were a boy." 32 A GIRL OF 76. "Why, my child?" A little smile flickered around his mouth. " Because I should soon be old enough, and I d like to fight those men who tarred and feathered Thomas Ditson, and who took away all our ships from the wharves, leaving us to want, and who carried off the powder from our town." " Perhaps you can do your part, my daughter. Sometimes it so happens. Pray God that if you are called upon to serve your country, you may do it faithfully." " I will, father," replied Elizabeth, gravely. And she remembered this when the first portentous mutter- ings of approaching conflict came nearer and nearer. Stephen Hall s family had been considered among the well-to-do people of the town, but now bare necessities were scarcely to be had, and supplies were growing more and more difficult to obtain. If the cousins in the country had not been liberally minded, even little Mary would often have gone to bed hungry. But they kept up heart, and watched for the jolly teamsters bringing their donations with so many signs of good-will and even humor, for fantastic figures often appeared on the teams and it was evident that the spirit of generosity, no less than that of patriot ism, warmed the hearts of both giver and receiver. A CUP OF C OLD WATER. 33 Elizabeth longed to talk it all over with her quon dam friend and ally Amos Dwight, and she chafed under the implied imputation that she was a Tory. It is quite possible that Amos had long ago changed his mind, if, indeed, he really meant what he said in his hot anger. Boys love to tease, and he was a proud youngster. So the combination made it diffi cult for any better understanding to be reached. But a graver quarrel than this was to stir Eliza beth s heart to its very depths, and not only hers, but those of an expectant nation. The news of it flashed out on the eve of the nineteenth of April, 1775. Elizabeth was wakened in the dead of night by hurried steps in the hall ; by the glimmer of a light shining under the crack of her door; by muffled voices speaking excitedly. She opened her door and went into the entry where her father stood ready to depart. "What is it?" she asked. "Is any one ill?" " It is a call to arms," replied her father. " Paul Revere has just ridden through to carry the message and arouse the minute-men. The signal shone forth from the North Church. Be brave, my child ; do not detain me." And as her mother handed him his musket, Elizabeth slung his powder horn over his shoulder. 34 A GIRL OF 76. Her heart was beating high, but, without a tear, she saw her father turn away, although her cold hands and compressed lips told what self-control was needed. She looked up to see her mother pale, but quiet as a statue. The daughter of a long line of dauntless warriors who had fought their way through hardships and savage warfare was not to be dismayed. She even summoned a smile to her lips as she quieted Elizabeth s fears by saying, " Do not look so frightened, my child. There will scarcely be blood shed. It is probably only a false alarm." The next morning the little dull schoolhouse showed a more excited set of scholars than usual. Mehitable or " Hitty " Miller called Betsey aside before school. "We have hidden all our valuables," she whispered, with an air of importance. "Have you?" exclaimed Elizabeth. "Well, we ve sent all ours to my Uncle Abiel s, at Salem. My father is a minute-man. Is yours, Hitty ?" " Yes, he is, and he s gone to meet with his com pany." " So s mine, but my mother thinks he was called by a hasty alarm, and that there is really no danger at hand." The tinkle, tinkle of the bell interrupted them, and they straggled with the rest into the schoolroom. A CUP OF COLD WATER. 35 Elizabeth went over to the dark closet on one side the room, and hung up her lunch-basket and her bonnet; then she took her seat, and looked around to see who was present. Her little brother, Stephen, sat with other tyros still struggling with their A B C s on the front bench. Elizabeth s place was further back, she being one of the older scholars. Amos Uwight s seat was quite in the rear, for he was still older. Elizabeth took a single glance in the direction where he was wont to sit, but he was not there. There was suppressed excitement visible upon the faces of the few boys who were present, and although the master spoke up sharply once or twice on account of the unusual inattention, he overlooked more mis demeanors than usual, and appeared to glance out of the window more frequently than seemed in accord ance with his position. The day wore on. Little Stephen was standing by the teacher s side, droning in a sing-song voice as each letter was pointed out to him, " A-er, B-er, C-er," when suddenly there came the clatter of a horse s hoofs down the street, galloping, galloping. The schoolmaster started. The children looked at each other fearfully. Then the door was flung open, and Amos Dwight appeared on the threshold. "The redcoats are coming! The redcoats are 36 A GIRL OF 76. coming ! " he cried. " They are on their way. Dr. Warren has brought the news!" " School is dismissed," said the master, shortly, and without waiting for the clumsy bow, or funny little bobbing courtesy from the scholars, he picked up his hat and rushed out, leaving the children to follow. Elizabeth grabbed little Stephen by the hand. He was thrusting his fists into his eyes trying to keep back the tears of fright, but as he felt his sister s pro tecting clasp, he choked back the sobs, although his blue eyes still held unshed drops. Outside stood Amos, rigid as a statue. He did not look at Elizabeth, but she forgot all differences, and turned to him, saying, " Oh, Amos, are they very near ? " "Yes," he replied, "they are coming straight through the town, they say. Run, Betsey, run;" and catching up little Stephen in his arms, the boy raced down the street, Elizabeth following, and barely able to keep up with the speed his long legs made. Men were hurrying in every direction, their fire arms in their hands. Women showed distressed faces, and everywhere was dismay and alarm. Some were fleeing toward the ferry at the Mystic ; others toward the marsh in the direction of Medford. At the door of their house Elizabeth met her mother A CUP OF COLD WATER. 37 anxiously looking for her children. " Oh, Amos!" cried Mrs. Hall, "tell me about it. What are the reports ? " " Paul Revere rode through last night to give alarm to the minute-men, as you know. The bells were ringing in all the country around in no time, they say. The men were all alert, for they had looked for this, and they gathered very quickly. The news was that a lot of the British were marching to capture the stores at Concord, and "Yes yes, we heard that but has there been bloodshed ? " " Yes, at Lexington and at Concord." "War has begun!" cried Mrs. Hall, clasping her hands. At this moment there seemed to be added excitement in the street, and some one cried out : " Flee ! flee ! get to some place of safety. Cambridge bridge has been taken up, and the British are coming this way." " You d better go down cellar, Mrs. Hall," said Amos, hastily. " I ll go warn them at home ; " and he sped away. A few persons stood looking around uncertainly ; they had heard reports of such nature before this. "Wolf! Wolf," had been the cry more than once, and now they hesitated. But presently the sound of musketry was heard just above the town, and every 38 A GIRL OF 76. one fled. Some rushed down into the nearest cellar, others attempted to follow those who had escaped in the several safe directions. Little Stephen could no longer keep back his tears of affright, as Elizabeth led him down into the cellar. Little Mary, also, began to cry, and Elizabeth herself felt her heart beating fast, but she kept close to her mother, and tried to help her soothe the children. Then came the noise of the approaching troops, hurrying along tumultuously. The sudden report of a rifle rang out near by ; it was answered by another, and the cry arose, " The British are murdering the women and children ! " Stephen gave a scream, and buried his head in his sister s lap. Mrs. Hall clasped her baby closer. But by degrees the confusion grew less and less ; only groans and moans were heard, and twilight settled down over the town. Still the little family hidden in the cellar did not dare to venture out. At last, from the dimness above to the darkness below, a voice called, " Mrs. Hall, are you safe ? " "Yes," came the reply. "There is no danger now." And Amos appeared to help them up. " We saw the troops go by. Did they do much damage ? " asked Mrs. Hall, anxiously. A CUP OF COLD WATER. 39 " Edward Barber was killed, and James Miller." "Oh," cried Elizabeth, "how dreadful! Oh, mother, suppose it had been father ! " Her mother looked very grave. " May the Lord be merciful to us!" she said. "I am sorely grieved for Sarah Miller. She has gone to Bedford, and knows nothing of her loss as yet, I suppose. Have you heard, Amos, who fell at Lexington and Concord?" " No, but none of our townspeople. Poor Edward Barber was a victim here. I cannot realize it, and yet he died a martyr for his country, and that is a glory. But I must return to my aunt ; she will need me." And he left them. " What is that rapping at the door ? " said Mrs. Hall, after Amos s footsteps had died away. " Go, open, child." Elizabeth went to the door. There stood two soldiers. They wore the British uniform ; one was leaning heavily upon the other. He looked very white and ill, and pressed his hand to his side. "Can you give me a cup of water?" said the older of the two. " My comrade is wounded, and is very faint." " Mother ! Mother ! " called Elizabeth. She was not quite sure whether it would be well to offer even this to the enemy, and yet she felt very sorry for this poor young fellow scarcely more than a lad. 4<D A GIRL OF 76. Mrs. Hall appeared instantly. The soldier repeated his request. " Come in," said Mrs. Hall. " Perhaps we can ease your comrade s pain." "Thank you, madam," replied the man, courteously. " He is a young fellow to be in such straits. I fear that he will hardly be able to gain Boston." Mrs. Hall ushered them into her sitting-room. " Go, get them some water," she said to Elizabeth. Then she whispered : " If thine enemy hunger, feed him ; if he thirst, give him drink. Go, child ; " and Eliza beth s compressed lips took on a gentler curve as she obeyed. When she had returned with the cooling drink, her mother had cut a\vay the young soldier s coat and was dressing his wound. She was very pale, but composed and efficient. She bade Elizabeth bring bandages and ointment, and when the hurts were deftly treated, she said with a very gentle, but with a dignified, air to the elder man who had watched her with a deferential look, " If you can assist your friend to yon settee, he will be more comfortable." " My good lady ! how kind you are," the man said gratefully. " I fear we intrude upon you, but my sister, the lad s mother, will add her thanks to ours. She gave him into my charge." A sad smile came upon Mrs. Hall s face. " He is A CUP OF COLD WATER. 41 one of my Father s children, therefore my brother," she replied. The young man bowed his head, reverently, and between them they managed to get the wounded boy in a more comfortable position. " I shall not forget this service," said the soldier. " May I crave your name, madam ? " " I am Mistress Mary Hall, the wife of Stephen Hall. My husband is a patriot, who has this day been called forth to defend the stores at Concord." Mistress Polly s eyes showed a defiance unlike the expression which they had displayed a moment be fore. " I doubt not that he is a brave gentleman," returned the soldier. " He should be, to be worthy of such a wife. I am Andrew Yorke, and my young comrade is Hugh Jarvis, my nephew." By his shoulder-straps, Mrs. Hall perceived that the speaker bore the rank of captain ; and she ad dressed him as such. " I thank you, Captain Yorke," she replied, " your young friend shall have a mother s care while he is under our roof. I would that I could hope these dreadful scenes might not be repeated." " I join you in your wish," the captain made answer. " And now, if you will allow me, I will leave my friend to your tender mercies, till he can be safely 42 A GIRL OF 76. transported across the river. I am sure that I could not leave him in better hands. Again, I thank you ; " and the British soldier stalked out. As he came through the front entry he found the door open, and upon the little porch were Elizabeth and Stephen. They were dispensing cold water to the worn, thirsty soldiers who straggled along, Stephen replenishing the bucket with a fresh supply every few minutes. The little fellow was toiling along with such load as he could carry, when the soldier met him. The child had recovered from his fear of the sol diers, and smiled up at the tall officer who stopped and patted him on the head. "Will you give me a drink, little maid ? " he said to Elizabeth. She gravely proffered him a cupful. " You are too generous a maid, and this is much too kindly a house to belong to an enemy of the king," he remarked as he returned the cup. Elizabeth stood up very straight. " If the king had done to you, in your house, what he has done to us in ours, how should you feel ? " she replied. The captain laughed. "I must confess I shall have to think twice before I answer that," he said. "You arc wise as you are sweet, my little lass, and I have no cause to quarrel with the daughter of so gracious a lady as your mother. I thank you for your cooling A CUP OF COLD WATER. 43 draught. It is most hospitable of you to proffer this cold water to our thirsty lads." " It is because the Bible tells me to." The captain smiled. " Not because you want to, eh ? Your name is " Elizabeth." "After the good Queen Bess, is it?" Elizabeth flushed. She felt that he was mocking her. She determined that she would never permit any one to call her anything but Betsey after that. " I shall not forget you, Miss Elizabeth Hall," said the captain, lifting his cap. "We shall meet again." And he walked away, leaving Betsey half angry at what she considered his presumption. She was the more uncomfortable that Amos Dwight passing saw her giving water to the redcoats, and also saw her in converse with one of them. But the poor wounded boy indoors excited her fullest commiseration, and she helped her mother to minister to him till he could be carried by his comrades across the ferry ; for the British, after threatening to burn the town if further pressed, were resting on Bunker Hill, and it was the next day before Captain Yorke and three others returned for Hugh Jarvis. " I never dreamed there would be fighting," said the lad, when strength permitted him to speak. 44 A GIRL OF 76. " Well, aren t you going to stop it, and go right home?" Elizabeth asked. The boy smiled sadly. " That I cannot do with out disgrace ; but I would fain defend you and your mother if it were in my power, and if ever I can do you a service I shall not forget." "We don t want any service except just to be ht alone," declared Betsey. She was such a fierce little partisan that she greatly amused Captain Yorke, and but for her youth, and for the kind ministrations of her mother, she might have brought trouble upon them by her de fiant speeches. However, when the time came, both the Britishers bade them a courteous farewell. Would they ever meet again ? Who could tell ? CHAPTER III. THE OLD OX-CART. NOT long, however, was safety to be known in Charlestown ; for on a morning two months later, a morning in mid June, there came an end to all Elizabeth Hall s home association for many days. It was in the early morning that the booming of cannon aroused Betsey, and she sat up to listen. Her father she knew had spoken a more than usually fond good night, and had left the house some nights before to re turn to his regiment. The little girl sprang from her bed and went to the window. The day was fair and warm. She looked out upon Charles River, blue and sparkling in the morning sun. She thought of the British on the other side, there in Boston town. The booming of the cannon continued. Did it mean a battle ? She dressed hastily and went downstairs. Her mother stood talking to a neighbor. " Betsey had better know," said this latter. Her mother turned to her. " Your father is with the 45 46 A GIRL OF 76. men who are throwing up the earthworks at Breed s Hill. We may have to leave home, Betsey." "Oh! " exclaimed Betsey, clasping her hands, "may I go tell Hitty Miller? She may not have heard." " Yes, go, but return quickly. I shall need you." And Betsey sped down the street. There were people hurrying to and fro, mostly women or little children : women with anxious faces, children with wondering eyes and with questioning words upon their lips. Few men were to be seen. Old Jedediah Punchard hobbled along shaking his pal sied head : outside his door sat Asa Smith, watching with envious eyes the girl who passed him with quick, springing tread. But Betsey did not stop to speak to any one as she hurried on. "Oh, to be a man!" she thought, "that I, too, might march against the redcoats and raise the cry for freedom." By this time she had reached Hitty Miller s house. Here, too, she found the news had travelled. " Gran - t .ier says it is going to be a great day," said Hitty, excitedly. " We are packing up in case we have to leave." " I should like to be with my father over there," and Elizabeth nodded in the direction of Breed s Hill. " I am sure we are as safe here," returned Hitty. THE OLD OX-CART. 47 " Perhaps, but I must not tarry. I promised my mother I would return at once;" and Betsey turned back. All the morning she helped her mother gather their possessions to be ready for a sudden departure. By mid-day the streets were full of excited people gathered in knots and talking earnestly. "What news ? " called Betsey from the door where she was standing, and almost at the same in stant a shout was heard further down the street and Betsey ran out. "The redcoats are coming!" arose the cry. "They have begun to embark. They are crossing the river," some one told her. " The redcoats are coming ! " cried Betsey, bursting into the house, where her mother stood still busy in making compact bundles of clothing for an emergency. " Do you speak truly ? " "Most truly. Oh, mother, what does it mean? Are we in danger?" " God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble, " said the mother, laying her hand on the girl s head. Then came another report. " The redcoats have crossed. We do not know what next. They are not making an attack, but there is no time to lose." 48 A GIRL OF 76. " Oh, mother, will they destroy our house ? " asked Elizabeth. The mother shook her head, mournfully. "We cannot tell, my child. War hardens the hearts of men so that they become as rapacious as wild beasts ; but I cannot think that those to whom we have lately given help, whose wounds we have bound up, could turn and rend us. Still it is not safe to stay." Elizabeth looked around the pleasant room with its familiar furnishings, out of the window into the garden whose borders were brave with June blossoms over which brown bees droned with a drowsy hum. Such a peaceful home, and only one of many hold ing contented hearts in that little town. Visions of possible destruction rose before the girl, and at that moment home never seemed so dear. A small town it was, numbering only about four or five hundred houses ; neat, wooden structures made cosy and homelike by those dwelling in them. Over in Boston town, what anxious crowds occupied the elevated places of the city, gathering upon roofs and pinnacles to watch the outcome of the day s proceedings. Betsey, without a word, stood by her mother s side. They looked forth from their little window, anxious, expectant. At last, with one look around THE OLD OX-CART. 49 her, taking in the dear details of her home, the mother gathered her children to her. " Oh, my children ! how and where shall we go ? " was the cry wrung from her lips. And then all the spirit of the girl arose. " Stay, but an instant, mother," she said, " I know what to do ; " and she rushed from the room, running with all speed to the yard where stood the stable. There were no horses there, and even the oxen had been pressed into service, all but one : mild-eyed, patient old Brindle stood in his stall. He turned his large eyes upon the girl who daily gave him food and water. "You must help us, Brindle," said Betsey; "mother and the children cannot walk far. You will help us, old Brindle;" and to the clumsy ox-cart she yoked the slow, patient beast, her fingers working nervously. " Poor old Brindle. Gee, Brindle. Come, come, step out;" and with deliberate tread the old creature left his place. Running back to the house, Betsey found that her mother had her bundles ready, and these were placed in the cart. Then they started. Presently there leaped up toward the June heavens a tongue of flame, followed by a column of curling smoke. The threat of the British was fulfilled. They had set fire to Charlestown. A cry broke from the mother s lips ; Stephen grasped her hand with a sudden grip. 5O A GIRL OK 76. Little Mary put up her lip, seeing that something was wrong. Faster and faster shot up the flames ; denser and denser grew the smoke ; no use to try to stay the fierce flames ; the houses caught readily. Wilder and wilder grew the scene ; fiercer and fiercer the conflagra tion ; now the church is wrapped in fire, tongues of flame leaping up from the spire. Now the schoolhouse is reached. Group after group of people flee wildly up the street, sometimes pursued by an insolent soldiery. Once or twice a fierce cry of rage burst from Betsey as she beheld some one thus set upon. Closer and closer approached the pitiless fire ; the air was full of cinders ; a choking smoke threatened to stifle them. Seen through the rolling gray clouds, the forms of the red-coated soldiers, appearing once in a while, seemed like veritable fire fiends. The green trees, which but that morning had held their leafy hands spread out toward the sky, now shrivelled, with ered, and dry, added fuel to the element. The licking flames shot up the noble trunks, charring, scoring, destroying. Everywhere was devastation, ruin. Betsey, dizzy and bewildered, could scarcely turn her cart in the right direction. Present danger almost routed regret, for every moment added to the inse curity of the family. More by intuition than by judg ment the girl guided the old ox along the road, across THE OLD OX-CART. 51 the neck, which was each moment becoming more dan gerous, on toward Plowed Hill, and finally the ferry was reached. Here, with others waiting to be ferried across, they halted, old Brindle s slow, swinging tread having allowed many to pass them. And now was heard, with more and more frequent recurrence, the booming of cannon, the cries and lam entations of the fugitives, the shouts of the pursuing enemy, the snapping of the fire, the noise of falling timbers. First one, then another sound rising in volume. Followed by flying sparks, enveloped in a wreath of drifting smoke, the last barge was rowed across the Mystic, and the escaped townspeople took up their station on a hill where they could overlook the burning town, and watch the issue of the battle. Breathless they watched and listened. Silence along the line of battle till the enemy s charge was led ; then the sharp rattle of musketry dying away was followed by cries and groans ; again preeminent came the noise of the conflagration ; then the re peated sound of the sharp rattle of the rifles with the undertone of lamenting, and fierce staccato cries accenting themselves. At every reverberation resounding along the hills Betsey s heart sank, for who knew but that she was 52 A GIRL OF 76. rendered fatherless. Nevertheless, that very thought brought anew the importance of courage, and she would turn an undaunted face toward her mother, or would utter a word of cheer to Stephen who clung, awed and scared, close to her. It was four hours from the time that the batteries first opened fire that the last company, under the valiant Captain Josiah Harris, beat a retreat. For an hour and a half the actual conflict had raged. But at last, for want of powder, the patriots gave up the ground, and Bunker Hill was occupied by the British. The little knoll on the other side of the river showed a group of white, anxious faces. The homes of these refugees lay in ashes, and who of their friends and kinsmen lay there lifeless, their hearts blood wetting the very soil of their native village ? It was a day never to be forgotten. The air, even here upon this green hill, came to them laden with the smoke of battle and of the burning town, and the sun went clown a red ball seen through the gray atmosphere. Just as the lights were being lighted in Medford town, the little ox-cart halted at a hospitable door, and the wayfarers were welcomed with all sympathy by those of their kith and kin. THE OLD OX-CART. 53 These good cousins in Medford were eager in their persuasions for the little family to stop there indefinitely, and vied with each other in offering hos pitality to the refugees, but at Uncle Simon Hall s Betsey s mother resolved to remain. " Well, at any rate," said one of the numerous cousin Elizabeths at whose house they had first stopped, " you ll keep Sabbath with us and stay and get rested." And this they consented to do. The battle of Bunker Hill had taken place on Saturday, and all Sabbath day there was a sad sort of excitement visible upon all faces. It seemed strange to Elizabeth, whose Sabbaths had been given to such unworldly matters, to be listening to accounts of the great battle of the day before, and that the usual interest in going to meeting was lost in the all-absorbing topic. There were few women absent from meeting that clay, and Betsey, although she felt tired all over, did not consider that sufficient excuse for staying at home, and decided to go with her cousins. They all marched decorously forth, each with her hymn- book, Bible, and a little sprig of fennel or southern wood in her hand, and, reaching the meeting-house, placed themselves in the high old pew with seats on three sides. Not many men were present, but the 54 A GIRL OF 76. diversion of seeing one after another rise to ease his strained muscles after long sitting, was scarcely needed this morning, for the grave discourse of the minister and his reference to those who had fallen in battle, interested even the children, except the few whom only dill or caraway seeds could keep awake. Betsey felt a lump in her throat as the list of the dead and wounded was read out. If this war went on, it might be that some day her father s name would be contained in such a list. Then she remembered that only a heap of ashes was left of her house, that this was a strange meeting-house, and she not in her accustomed pew. What wonder that her thoughts wandered ? As she came out of the meeting-house she found her self an object of great interest, and felt a little proud at being considered a heroine ; but she immediately put away the feeling, for grandmother was wont to tell her that a " really great trial makes good persons feel humble, and not as though they were to be praised for suffering." Besides this, she was sore and tired, and did not think heroines very comfortable beings, however much they might be praised. " Come, Betsey, you ll go home with us, won t you ? " said one of her cousins about her own age. Betsey looked at her cousin Elizabeth, who was with her. THE OLD OX-CART. 55 " No, Abby," she said, " Betsey s mother wouldn t like her to go visiting on the Sabbath. She can go over to-morrow. Besides, her mother s all fagged out, and little Polly isn t well, so I think Betsey will be wrong to go." Elizabeth felt a little sorry. She liked this cousin Abigail, and she liked the queer old farm-house in which she lived. Then, too, Abby s great-grandsire always had such thrilling tales of the Indian wars to tell, so that Betsey was quite eager to accept Abby s invitation. " You shall go to-morrow, if your mother consents," said her cousin Elizabeth. " Come, children, it is not proper to stand here and talk of trivial things." So Betsey went home to her dinner of baked beans and Indian pudding, Abby having promised to come for her bright and early. But before breakfast there was a stir downstairs. Excited voices reached Betsey s ear, and she hurried on her clothes. For a moment the thought came that the place was surrounded with redcoats, but soon she heard the familiar tones of Uncle Abiel, and she flew downstairs in the greatest haste to reach him. Her mother was already in the room, and Uncle Abiel was saying : " I hoped to find you all here. Why didn t you leave the town sooner? It was bad judgment to 56 A GIRL OF 76. stay. I know Stephen thought you safely over the river before noon." "We hoped there would be no attack," replied Mrs. Hall. " Each day I had felt we perhaps ought to go, but I could be of more use to my husband there, and I stayed in contradiction to my better judgment. Most of our friends had left, and young Amos Dwight came to me, with tears in his eyes, saying he was to take his aunt and her children, and would I not go too under his escort. That was two weeks ago." " You should have gone then." " I do not regret the having remained, for I shall never more see my home. Those who did remain, too, were sorely pressed, they were among the poorer neighbors, and it was my good fortune to be allowed to share with them my store." " Our home is gone," said Elizabeth, her lip trembling. Uncle Abiel frowned and his eyes snapped as he exclaimed : " Yes twas a wantonly cruel act, and the British will learn that it will rouse the country more than anything they could have done, for every one will realize what may be expected at the hands of the enemy." "And how fares my father?" asked Elizabeth, at the first opportunity. THE OLD OX-CART. 57 " He is wounded, not badly," answered Uncle Abiel. " He stood near me, and with the butt of his musket fought, after his powder had given out, till he fell like many another. But not so grave, little Betsey; he will soon again shoulder arms and help to win our cause." And then, for the first time, Betsey noticed that Uncle Abiel himself was wounded about the face and head, and that his right hand was bandaged. " Oh ! and you are hurt, too, Uncle Abiel," she exclaimed. " A mere scratch, one that will leave not so much as an honorable scar." "And where lies my father?" " We have borne him back to camp. There is yet hot work before us, and the God of battles alone knows how it will end." " It was a stout resistance, was it not ? " asked Betsey s mother. " It was in truth. Men never fought better, and your Charlestown boys distinguished themselves." " Oh, tell us about it ! " said Betsey, eagerly. "The brave men at the redoubt would have been cut off, but for the good fellows at the rail fence and at the bank of the Mystic, for they held the enemy in check till the main body had left the hill, 58 A GIRL OF 76. and covered the retreat gallantly. Even though their colonel, our worthy Thomas Gardner, was killed, your townsman Josiah Harris s company behaved nobly, for they w y ere the last to retreat." "Oh, good! good!" cried Betsey. "I m proud of them." " Thomas Gardner lost to us ? " said Mrs. Hall. " Yes, and he is heartily mourned. Yes, we have lost some brave, true men. Joseph Warren s place will be hard to fill." "True; none could have been more poorly spared." " But we made a good fight ; " and Uncle Abiel drew himself up proudly. " Even if the British have our hill, we ve taught them something. And as General Greene says, we ll be glad to let them have another hill at the same price." Uncle Abiel left them the same day, for he was anxious to get home, to reassure his wife, and to take her the news of the engagement. Betsey was left in such a state of excitement that she almost forgot that she was going out to Aunt Nancy Breed s, and she was surprised at the appearance of Abby, who she had not remembered was coming for her. However, it did not take her long to get ready, and they were soon on the country road which led out to the old farm-house. CHAPTER IV. A YOUNG FIFER. JUST as she was about to leave her mother, Betsey was informed that her various aunts, uncles, and cousins had talked the matter over, and that it was decided she was to remain for the present with Abby s mother, Aunt Nancy Breed, and Betsey was well pleased with the prospect of spending her summer days at the country house. " Oh, Betsey ! " cried Abby, " I am so glad, and I hope you won t mind if I give you something." They were on their way, and were full of plans. "Give me something. Why, what?" " You haven t saved any clothes at all, have you ? " " Scarcely any." "Then, oh, Betsey! I m going to give you half of mine." "Oh, no, Abby!" " Yes, mother said I might. You see I can t be a patriot any other way." Betsey laughed, and then Abby saw what a funny speech she had made. 59 6O A GIRL OF 76. " Well, at any rate," she went on, " what I mean is that I do want to help some way, and I am so glad to have some little to give, Betsey." Half of Abby s wardrobe did not represent such a vast amount, nor a great variety. It meant plenty of homespun linen underclothing, and two or three blue and white check frocks and pinafores. Her mother had long ago given up the encouraging of foreign wear, and homespun took the place of even muslins and calicoes. Abby s example fired numerous others to do likewise, and before Betsey was twenty-four hours under her aunt Nancy s roof, she had received no less than six packages of clothing which various cousins begged her to accept. She, therefore, settled down under Aunt Nancy s roof very comfortably and happily. About a week after her arrival there, she and Abby were playing together in the garden under a large elm tree, where they usually spent their spare moments. They were considered to be rather big girls to be idle, and each had a little work-bag which held her knitting. They had finished the prescribed number of rows, and were about to invent more pleasant pastime, when the inspiring notes of a fife were heard. They both jumped to their feet. "The British," cried Abby. " Oh, Betsey ! " "No, I think not." Betsey was peering over the A YOUNG KIFER. 6 1 fence. " It is only a company of volunteers on their way to Medford. Let us watch them, and wave to them as they go by. I wonder if they have come from a distance." The two girls peeped over the fence and watched with much interest the approach of the little band of patriots. The young fifer, marching ahead, was play ing "The White Cockade" with much spirit. He was a tall, erect lad, although very young. The men fol lowing stepped along with firm, resolute tread. In each face shone the fire of devotion. They wore linsey- woolsey clothing, and were plain farmer lads, but they were none the less of such stuff as heroes are made. Nearer and nearer they came ; shriller and shriller sounded the fife. Suddenly Betsey gave a cry, and catching off her pinafore she waved it frantically. "Amos! Amos!" she cried. The little fifer turned, and for one moment the strains of "The White Cockade" came less bravely, but he did not falter in his marching, and soon the company passed by, leaving Betsey with tears in her eyes but with a strange exultant smile on her lips. "Why, Betsey," said Abby, "who was that? and why did you cry out that way ? " " It was Amos Dwight," Betsey answered, her eyes 62 A GIRL OF 76. shining. " He has gone to the war and he is scarce two years older than I. You must have seen him at some time, Abby. He has been my friend ever since I was a tiny little thing." "Why, yes, I remember him." Abby turned and with her cousin looked after the company, now dis appearing over the hill, and giving Betsey the last view of Amos which she was to have for many a day. "Oh, Betsey, what a brave lad!" Abby broke the silence by saying. " He is brave," was Betsey s reply, and then she stood still quietly thinking. A rush of memories came over her. She remembered how Amos loved music ; how he had often played on that same fife, on training- days, that very tune for the little company of lads in the town, who, imitating their elders, marched blithely through the streets to the Common, where they drilled with as much earnestness as the men, and how many of those same lads would soon share the fortunes of war with fathers and grandfathers. There were other things, too, of which Betsey was reminded by the tune of "The White Cockade." She had stolen off to the stable more times than once to try her own powers on her grandsire s fife, which her father treasured. And had she not surprised Amos one training day by blow ing as sturdily as he, standing above him in the stable A VOUXC; FIFF.R. 63 which overlooked a field of her father s where the boys were gathered ? How astonished Amos was, and what a compliment she had thought it that he said if she were only a boy she could be their fifer. Ah, yes! now that was all past, and from henceforth "The White Cockade" must bring other memories. The soldiers had hardly disappeared when little Stephen was seen coming stumbling up the road. He was dusty and tear-stained, and had evidently been running till he was worn out. " Why, Stephen!" exclaimed Elizabeth. "You poor little sonny ! Are you running after the soldiers ? You aren t big enough yet to list ; " and she smiled. But Stephen broke out into a piteous cry. " Oh, Betsey ! some mans have got Brindle and are driving him off, and I corned all the way to tell you, and I fell down, and I was so fraid the redcoats would get me and shoot me before I got here." " Why, how did you know the way ? " asked Abby in astonishment. "I just knew it was up the road that goes to the country," panted Stephen. " Mother said it was." " And did mother bid you come ? " " No ; nobody told me. I corned my own self. I runned after the men." " And are they coming this way ? " 64 A GIRL OF 76. Stephen nodded. "They are down there. I see them. Will they shoot me ? " "They d better not try it," said Betsey, shortly, and she put her arms protecting!} around the child who felt perfectly safe under the wing of his dear Betsey. " Who do you suppose they are ? " she asked Abby. " They are some miscreant Tories, no doubt. They are sneaking around in all directions, so I ve heard grandsir say, and they know that most of the men are away, so they have taken off your ox from your uncle Simon s in his absence, thinking to furnish sup plies to the British in some underhanded way." Such a thought struck terror to Betsey s soul. Dear old Brindle to be served up as a meal for the dreadful redcoats, even though a tough meal he should be ! She would shed her heart s blood before she would allow it. But what could two little girls and one very small boy do ? They could not fight, but perhaps they could outwit these men. " How many men were there?" asked Betsey. " Free no, two," said Stephen, after wisely con sidering. " Good ! " exclaimed Betsey ; " we might be able to manage two." There was not a man on the place this warm sum- A YOUNG FIFER. 65 mer afternoon except old great-grandsire, nodding under the shade of a tree near the house; but, after a hurried consultation with Abby, Betsey ran up the garden walk, leaving Abby and Stephen to intercept the men driving old Brindle. They were now coming slowly up the hill. Abby s round cheeks glowed as red as two apples ; her eyes shone ; the little pig-tail braid at the back of her head seemed fairly to bristle. She clutched the fence with her two plump hands, and, as the men with the ox reached a point near, she cried out, " Halt ! " The men stood still and looked around in surprise at the little figure in the homely brown frock, standing so defiantly. "You men, I know you," continued Abby. "Where did you get that ox?" " This ox ? We bought him down to Medford. So you know us, sissy." "Yes, I do. You," pointing a finger at one, "you are Jabez Danforth, and you," indicating the other, "are Thomas Black." The men grinned sheepishly. " Seems to be a smart missy," said one to the other. " And I know that ox, too," continued Abby. " You never in the world bought him, for he belongs to a worthy patriot who is fighting for his country, 66 A GIRL OF 76. while you are sneaking around trying to rob him of the little he has left. So, so, Brindle." Abby had jumped the fence and fearlessly approached the old ox. Stephen was following her, his chubby legs in their stout trousers, struggling to get over. Half tumbling, half climbing, he managed to reach the ground, and the ox began to move toward him, snif fing him knowingly. " He s our own old Brindle," piped up Stephen ; " and we had such a time getting him on the boat when we came across the river. My father won t let you have him, and when I get big, I ll shoot you if you don t let him go." " I vum ! it s the little chap that passed us on the road," said one of the men, and the other made a grab at the child, but Mr. Stephen took refuge be hind the ox, which lowered his widespread horns and kept the pursuer off. " You d better clear out this minute, and leave that ox here if you know what s good for you," said Abby. She was trembling violently inside, but out wardly she was very brave. " I d like to know why," said one of the men. " He s not yours." " No ; but he s my cousin s, and if you want to NEARER AND NEARER CAME THE SOUND OF THE MUSIC. A YOUNG FIFER. 67 know why you d better leave him, it s because a body of our troops have just passed this way. We ve but to tell them, and you ll see whether they ll allow such marauding. Hark ! What did I tell you ? " At this moment came the distant sound of a fife. Again it was "The White Cockade." The men looked at each other. "Help! Help!" cried Abby. "This way! This way ! " There was the sudden crack of a rifle. The men looked around wildly. Nearer and nearer came the sound of the music, and, leaving old Brindle standing in the road, the two thieves took to their heels, tumbled tumultuously over a rail fence at a little dis tance, and made for the woods. Stephen jumped up and down with delight. "They ve runned away! They ve runned away!" he cried. At this moment could be seen coming toward them from the house two figures : one was Betsey, still playing merrily upon the fife ; the other was great- grandsire, bearing the old musket which he had carried through many a perilous tramp in Lovewell s war. The old man bore himself as a soldier, in spite of his eighty years. " And so we ve routed them," he said. " A little 68 A GIRL OF 76. strategy goes well in war time;" and he laughed as Abby described the sudden night of the men. Old Brindle was led in triumph to the stable, bedded down well, and a good supper given him. " Good old Brindle," Betsey said over and over again to him. "You were so patient and bore us so well from danger, to think of your going into the enemies hands was more than I could bear." " How comes it that he alone of your father s stock was brought from Charlestown ? " inquired grandsire. " My father had need for all his other teams at the camp, and in throwing up the earthworks. Brindle is so old and so slow that he was left for us ; my father thought that we would have left the town earlier in the day, and that Brindle could serve us quite well enough." " He is safer here, your mother had best let him stay till you again need him," said grandsire. " But what of this little master?" he inquired, looking down at Stephen. " Will his mother not be fearing for his safety ? " " I never thought of it ; but that she will, I am sure." " I will take word," grandsire assured her. " It is not safe for you lasses to be upon the road. I will take my staff, and if I can t make a three-mile walk A YOUNG FIFER. 69 without injuring myself, I m a poor stick. I m young enough for that and a deal more. Mayhap it is well I should begin to loosen up my joints, for I would fain be ready if I am needed. I am yearning for more news, and would hear something of what is going on around Boston town." So, putting on his cocked hat, and taking his staff, the old man started down the sweet-smelling country road. Little Stephen was very content to stay wherever Betsey was, and when he was set before such a supper as he could scarcely remember having tasted, he looked up at his aunt and said, " It s like Thanksgiving day. I don t want to go home." "We haven t any home," remarked Betsey, sorrow fully. " There, there, never mind ! " interrupted Aunt Nancy. " You have a home here as long as you want it." " I wonder what time grandsir will get back ; I want to hear the news," said Abby, peering out into the yard, where the fast-gathering shadows revealed objects but faintly. " Grandsir s a pretty smart walker," said Aunt Nancy. " He ll be along after a while. You eat your supper, Abby, and don t bother about him. Then you and Betsey can clear off the table. It ll be dark /O A GIRL OF 76. before you can look for grandsir . Like as not he ll stop and talk till the last minute, he s so stirred up over affairs, and well he may be." Aunt Nancy gave a quick little sigh. Her first born, her only son, as well as her husband, were at the camp which lay at Cambridge. However, she straightened herself up, and with a brisk air turned cheerfully to little Stephen to know if he d have another seed-cake. Stephen was in a state of beaming complacency, and spreading his hands over his fat little body as if to ascertain whether there was still an unsatisfied corner, he solemnly shook his head. " Thank you, Aunt Nancy, I m sorry I must say no ma am." The girls clapped their hands over their mouths to suppress a burst of laughter, for, even with no other grown person but Aunt Nancy present, they felt that open hilarity would be out of place at table. But Aunt Nancy smiled indulgently, and in a few mo ments the baked apples were set away in the pantry, the seed-cakes turned into the stone crock, the hasty pudding put aside to fry for breakfast, and grandsire s plate of cold beans kept covered for him. The little girls bustled about the kitchen. Aunt Nancy took Stephen up in her lap, but though her arms encircled him, her hands kept steadily at her knitting. A YOUNG FIFER. 7 1 " I don t know as grandsir hasn t concluded to stay somewhere to supper," she said, after frequent glances down toward the road. " I presume he was tired and thought he d get freshened up at Simon s. More than likely he ll be coming along with some of the folks after a while. You d better go to bed, children, if you ve got the dishes out of the w r ay. You ve had about enough excitement for one day, and it s late to be up. You ought to be in bed early." The girls would like to have stayed up in the dreamy, sweet, evening air. The afterglow was still showing a lingering color in the sky, and the stars were only beginning to come out; but they did not for a moment think of trying to alter the decision, and they meekly started upstairs with a candle, sleepy little Stephen toiling up with them, grasping his sister s hand, and murmuring something about "more cakes to-morrow." Betsey had hardly snuggled down by the side of Abby in the big, four-posted bed when the sound of approaching hoofs was heard. A horseman was coming up the road. Both girls raised their heads but did not say a word. They were always charged not to speak after they had said their prayers. However, Abby nudged Betsey who answered with a corresponding pressure 72 A GIRL OF 76. of her elbow against Abby s soft little arm. Then they both sat up in bed, straining their ears as the sound of the hoofs ceased and voices were heard below. Presently Betsey announced, as if to herself, " I believe I ll get up." Abby sat still. Betsey had no mother at hand to whom to render account, and it was quite as well that she should take the initiative. So Abby contented herself with hugging her knees very hard, and in watching Betsey in the dimness as she pattered over to the window. Betsey craned her neck over the wide sill. She saw the horse from which the rider had not alighted, and she watched till he rode away. Then she turned around and made the announcement, as if to her bare toes, " I m going down to see what it all means." Obedient little Abby did not budge. Stephen lay sleeping in the trundle-bed. As Betsey crept down stairs the sound of the departing hoofs grew fainter and fainter. The flame of the candle on the table in the living-room was blown about by the wafts of night air which came in at the open door. For a moment Betsey did not see her aunt. Then she espied her on her knees before the old rush-bottomed chair in which grandsire always sat. The child stood still, awed in the presence of a soul s struggle. A YOUNG FIFER. 73 She was about to steal away softly to the upper room, when Aunt Nancy arose. Her eyes were wet, but her lips were firm and sweet. She caught sight of Betsey hovering on the steps between upstairs and down. "Were you alarmed, Betsey?" she asked. "Did you fear bad news ? Poor child, you have had so many terrors, no wonder ! The messenger was John Barnes. He brought me tidings of grandsir . He has listed." "Oh, Aunt Nancy, old, old grandsir ?" " Yes, child. He sends me word that in his coun try s need he could not tarry." " Oh, the dear old man ! May I tell Abby ? We will say our prayers over again." " You may tell her, and pray God to watch over grandsir ." "And bring him back safe." Her aunt nodded in reply. Betsey stood still for a moment, and then ran up and threw her arms around her. Caresses were few and far between among these self-contained New Englanders, but the woman stooped and kissed the child s forehead. " God bless you, little Betsey!" she said gently. And the girl turned and ran back upstairs to her cousin to tell her that another of their near and dear ones had shouldered arms and had erone forth to fight for freedom. CHAPTER V. A LITTLE SCHEME. THERE was quite a stir in the old farm-house on the morning of the third of July, 17/5. Aunt Nancy was up and stepping about briskly before even the girls were downstairs, and then it was scarce five o clock. With no men on the farm, Aunt Nancy had her double share of work : the stock to feed, garden to tend, household arrangements to oversee. Both little maids were kept busy, and even the small Stephen lent a hand in many directions, tugging at logs of firewood, fetching pails of water ; feeding the fowls, carrying water to old Brindlc. All these things even a little lad of five or six years old can do, if he has a willing heart with ready hands. As for Betsey and Abby, they cleaned and scoured and cooked, they mended and spun, and did a hundred things to help along, feeling that it was an important duty to give assistance where they could. "For," said Abby, "if mother does father s work we must do hers." And it was she who first stirred on this summer morning, and gently shook her sleeping 74 A LITTLE SCHEME. 75 cousin. "Betsey, Betsey," she called, "wake up." Betsey rubbed her eyes sleepily, but the scorn with which her grandmother always regarded what she was pleased to call "a sluggard" had long ago taught the little girl to jump up the instant she was aroused, so by the time Abby had slipped out of bed, she was ready to follow, and was soon on the floor putting on her home-knit stockings. Aunt Nancy had a brisk word for the two when they appeared. " Come, girls, stir yourselves," was the greeting she gave them. " We ve much to do. While the men are fighting, the women must not be laggards. John Barnes stopped for a moment this morning on his way to Pepperell. He says General Washington arrived at Cambridge last night and that to-day he will take the chief command." "I thought General Artemas Ward was com mander," Abby ventured. " So he was by courtesy till General Washington should arrive." " Oh, Abby, shouldn t you like to see General Wash ington?" exclaimed Betsey. "What will he do, Aunt Nancy ? " " I do not know, my child. I am fain to hope he will rid Boston of the infesting army of redcoats." " They are all thieves and murderers, aren t they, 76 A GIRL OF 76. mother?" Abby remarked, as she briskly stirred the porridge into which she was carefully sprinkling meal. Betsey laughed. "They re not, are they, Aunt Nancy ? Mr. Jarvis was a very gentle young man, and Captain Yorke, though of not quite so courteous a manner at all times, was really, my mother said, an honest gentleman, and but for bearing arms against us might be called our friend." Abby looked quite taken aback by such distinct dif fering with her, and continued to stir the porridge in silence, while her mother said: "You are quite right, Betsey. As a whole we must disapprove of them, and consider them our enemies ; yet, no doubt, there arc many good men among them." " I should like to be at Cambridge to-day," Abby observed. " It will be fine to see so many of our men. How many do you think, mother?" " Not far from sixteen thousand, I am told." "Such a number, and among them are father and brother Eben, and grandsir , and your father, Betsey." "Yes, and Uncle Abiel, and Amos Dwight, and ever so many more we know. I am glad Amos will see the commander," Betsey continued. "Think, Abby, it is not yet three months since my father was called to join the minute-men, and we have had two battles." A LITTLE SCHEME. 77 "Never- mind battles now," interrupted Aunt Nancy. "Come, children, and we ll eat breakfast. Don t waste time over your food. Time is too pre cious to squander it in such profitless employment as indulging the senses." Therefore, Abby and Betsey fell to eating their porridge silently and swiftly, while Stephen gravely did the same. The sun was hardly well up before an ox-cart was seen slowly moving up the road ; and Stephen, who was out in the yard, busily occupied in feeding the hens, caught sight of a beloved and familiar form. "Oh, mother! mother!" he cried, running to the house. " Oh, Betsey, here comes mother and Polly and Aunt Desire !" Betsey quickly dried the bowl she was wiping, and ran to the door. Sure enough, it was her beloved mother. The children did not dance up and down, or clap their hands, but their eyes sparkled, and Betsey held out her arms to take little Polly, who had not, as yet, learned the meaning of self-repres sion, and could, consequently, show her feelings by jumping and crowing in her mother s arms. Betsey bore her tenderly to the house, and the others followed. "This is such a nice surprise, mother. You have 78 A GIRL OF 76. only been out here once the whole time I have been here," Betsey said with a glad look. Aunt Desire broke in with the question, "Where is Nancy ? " "She s out seeing after the cows," Stephen in formed her. "You just show me where she is," Aunt Desire went on. " We re going to stay over-night. Abby, I ve got considerable to say to your mother, and I rather guess I ll go long with Stephen and put up Buck and Spark." " Oh, mother, you re going to stay all night ! How nice," Betsey exclaimed, looking after her aunt De sire s lank, angular figure, mounting the ox-cart. Her mother smiled. Abby had gone with her aunt Desire. " We may stay even longer, daughter. It seemed best for us to leave Medford. Your father wrote that he would feel better satisfied to have us in Salem." " Oh, mother!" "Of course I shall take you, too;" and Betsey looked more cheerful, though she said, " I shall be sorry to leave Abby." " No doubt ; but you may see her again almost any time. Salem is not so great a distance away. Your grandfather and your uncle Abiel are very solicitous A LITTLE SCHEME. 79 that we should make our home there till these troubles are ended." "And shall we go back to Charlestown then?" " We cannot tell. I fear there is no hope of return ing as matters look now. It will be long before it is rebuilt. If so be that your father is spared to us, we will talk of these things when peace is restored. Now we have other matters to concern us, and can only take thought for the actual morrow. Here come your aunt Desire and aunt Nancy." The two women were in close conversation. "Jeduthan stopped and told us," Aunt Desire was saying. "He says his mother s one of em, and she wanted I should come along and scatter the word broadcast." Desire Tolman stood up, gaunt and tall. She wore a black bonnet of the muskmelon order, that is, it had numerous whalebone stiffeners set in about an inch apart ; her dress was of homespun, and hung in straight folds about her lean person. Aunt Desire was not beautiful, but the fire of patriotism lighted up her homely face as she spoke, and as she stood there, grim and erect, she bore the look of one who would be ready to die for the right, but who would never yield to a weakness. It was only a few days before that she had sent her youngest son forth to join 80 A GIRL OF 76. the army at Cambridge. Of six sons, he was the only one left. Four had succumbed to that scourge of New England, consumption, and she had placed in the hands of her eldest boy, who fell at Bunker Hill, her husband s fowling-piece. The good man him self had shouldered his musket at the first alarm, and was off and away with all the family store of ammuni tion. In this crisis, therefore, Aunt Desire cut up her pewter spoons, and as she poured the slugs into her son s bag, she said, "Jeremiah, those will do you till you can find better arms." Alas, poor Jeremiah ! he never had the opportunity, for he died at his post. But when little Abner set forth, his mother had nothing to give him but a rusty old sword. " Never mind, son," she encouraged him by saying. "David slew Goliath with stones from a brook. The Lord will find you a proper weapon. What our country needs is the will of her patriots; the way will not be missing." And so Abner set out, and, sure enough, his mother had that very morning heard from him that he had, by strategy, captured the gun of a Tory. Aunt Desire told her story triumphantly. The tears shed for her first-born were wept in secret ; and if she quailed before the prospect of losing Abner, none discerned it in her fearless bearing. Betsey looked at her with growing admiration and A LITTLE SCHEME. 8 1 respect. She stood holding her ox-goad in her strong bony hand, as if it were a spear, and looked about her with a steady eye. " Were you speaking of Jeduthan Corey, Aunt De sire ? " said Betsey s mother. " Ves, I was telling Nancy what word Martha Corey sent." Aunt Desire looked mysterious and Betsey won dered what the mighty secret could be. She noticed that her aunt Nancy was very thoughtful and at times cast a wistful eye at Abby, and the next morn ing as they were starting off Aunt Desire seemed to be making a final appeal. " Well, Nancy, I suppose you remember that you re a Daughter of Liberty. Have you made up your mind what to do?" Aunt Nancy s answer was given with a little troubled look. " I ve given the matter prayerful thought, De sire, and I can t see my way clear to go. I believe I ll have a chance right here. Seems to me my duty s to stay at home. I don t know as I shan t do more for the cause by staying and getting in the crops so they ll have food." Aunt Desire did not attempt to dissuade her. She only said: Well, Nancy, it s between you and your Maker. Maybe your light s clearer than mine on your personal duty." 82 A GIRL OF 76. It sounded serious to Betsey, but she was used to hearing rather every -day matters discussed in just such a manner, so she climbed up in the ox-cart by the side of her mother, and with a good-by to Abby, whose face looked very mournful, the Hall family again started on a journey. By slow degrees the distance was overcome. Every where they were made welcome, and their news heard with eagerness. It was toward sunset when they entered one of the hospitable farm-houses along the way. " Well, Desire Tolman," said its mistress, "who d thought of seeing you ! Come, get right out, all of you, and come in. Why, if it isn t Polly Hall ! I am glad to see you." Then she looked cautiously about from one side to the other. "Be careful what you say," Betsey heard her whisper. As they went into the big living-room, a man arose from his seat by the door and bowed politely, at the same time eying them sharply. Mrs. Mills talked volubly as she led her guests through into the kitchen where supper was spread. "Here I am," she said, "with all the men away, no body on the place but women folks. I don t know as I shall be able to offer you much, but you re wel come over and over again to what there is. But, A LITTLE SCHEME. 83 there, I m bringing you out here without asking you to go up and lay off your things;" and she nodded knowingly toward the door of the next room. Aunt Desire took in the situation and remarked : " Well, Keziah, I don t know as I shouldn t like to go up for a minute and get off some of this dust, and I guess Polly Hall feels the same. We ve travelled extra fast so s to get here before night. I didn t want that the children should be out after nightfall." Onee upstairs she asked, "Who is he, Keziah?" " I rather guess he s a Tory." " You do ? " Betsey drew near and listened eagerly. "Yes, I do," reiterated Mrs. Mills. "I ve reason to, and I ve an idea he s got despatches or something. He acts kind of suspicious. He says he s going, after supper." "Humph!" Aunt Desire stood and pinched her under lip reflectively. Then, seeing Betsey s eager eyes, she exclaimed sharply : " Little pitchers have big ears. What are you listening to, child?" " Oh, Aunt Desire, is he a Tory ? Can t we take him prisoner ? " "Listen to the child, we. What are you going to do?" " Why, you know. Why, Aunt Desire, I can do 84 A GIRL OF 76. something. Abby and I scared away the men who stole Brindle." " I thought Grandsir Hopkins did that," Aunt De sire said. Betsey looked appealingly at her mother. She felt that to press her claims to valor would not win her a place in Aunt Desire s esteem. "It was Betsey s plan," Mrs. Hall said quietly. "Grandsir told us, himself, all about it; and he said Betsey had an ingenious mind, and that when she struck up The White Cockade he almost imagined the soldiers were at hand. As soon as he realized what really was going on he ran for his musket and fired the shot." Aunt Desire looked Betsey over with a more toler ant eye. "She s pretty well grown," she remarked. "Well, Betsey, have you got a plan this time?" "Yes, ma am," Betsey replied modestly. Aunt Desire s eyes were very penetrating. The little girl thought that she should not like to be a wrong-doer compelled to face, for judgment, this resolute dame. "Well, out with it. Who s downstairs, Keziah ? " "Both my girls; they ll keep a sharp lookout." "Go on, Betsey, and speak low." "I thought," Betsey whispered, "if some of us she must say ns "could dress up in men s clothes, A LITTLE SCHEME. 85 and sneak out by the side of the road, if the man goes about dark, we could wait for him and cry Halt ! and could capture him before he was aware. I saw pistols downstairs." "So you did," interposed Mrs. Mills. "That s a notion, Betsey. I can rig you out. Desire, you d pass for a man anywhere, and, let us see, will you go, Mrs. Hall ? No, I think you look too tired already. You re not right strong, any one can see that. Well, I ll go, or maybe my Ellen can." " And oh, mayn t I ? " cried Betsey. " You ! " Her aunt Desire spoke with scorn. "Yes, ma am. I m nearly as tall as Amos Dwight, and as your Abner, Aunt Desire, and both of whom have joined the army." A softer look came into Aunt Desire s face. " As your mother says, Betsey," she answered. " I think, Keziah, you d better stay here, for that man might suspect if you were to leave, and he may have accomplices in the neighborhood." Betsey was in such a state of excitement that she could scarcely eat her supper. She was going to take a hand in doing a real service to her country. This was very different from rescuing Brindle, for that was simply recovering one s own property. Would her mother allow her to join the little expedition ? 86 A GIRL OF 76. Ellen Mills, a slim, hazel-eyed girl, smiled as she saw the frequent glances Betsey cast at the Tory guest, and noticed that the child left her supper nearly untasted. As they pushed back their chairs, Ellen s eyes seemed to hold an invitation for Betsey to follow her, which was quickly and silently done. "There s a suit of clothes in the garret which will just fit you, Betsey," she whispered. " Come up with me and put them on ; then go ask your mother if you re not man enough to help us ! " Betsey gave Ellen s hand a squeeze for reply, and they stole up into the shadowy garret, where, from a nail on the rafters, the older girl took down a suit of clothes which her brother had outgrown. The two laughed mirthfully but quietly, as Betsey, having donned the garments, stood for inspection, and then they stole down the steep stairway to the room below, where Aunt Desire was getting into the unfamiliar costume of William Mills. Betsey clapped her hands over her mouth as she saw her aunt Desire solemnly pulling on a pair of breeches. She would not for the world have had the good woman discover her amusement, so she turned her back, and went over to her mother, before whom she stood shyly smiling. " Am I not fit to go, mother ? " she asked. A LITTLP: SCHEME. 87 Her mother smiled in return. " I think you are, and you seem quite a courageous little lad. Don t get hurt, my child." Betsey tucked her braids of hair under her farmer s hat, and put her hands in the pockets of her smock, then stood looking- roguishly at Aunt Desire, who was examining the pistols which Margaret Mills had secured from the room below stairs, while the rest were at supper. Soon Ellen appeared in her disguise, and then the three stole forth to watch which way the late guest should go. He had already left the house, and was mounting his horse. As he tinned down the road the three watchers hastily jumped a fence. "This way," Ellen said in a low tone. " We must cut across the field by the spring, and hide behind the bushes so as to intercept him. Follow me ; we shall have to hurry or we shall miss him." Over fences, down hollows, and through ploughed fields they went, Aunt Desire showing herself quite as agile as either of her younger companions, and finally Ellen whispered, " Here." They stood behind a big tree by the side of the road, Betsey s heart beating fast. Suppose they had missed him, or suppose he should fire at them. For a moment she felt like turning to run, but an instant 88 A GIRL OF 76. after she remembered what her father had said to her, and she would not have budged for worlds. Nearer and nearer came the horseman. They could see his dark figure, a silhouette against the sky. He was not travelling at great speed, and seemed to con sider himself perfectly safe. Just as he appeared opposite the tree, Aunt Desire sprang out, Ellen after her. " Halt ! " cried Aunt Desire in a gruff voice, at the same time snatching at the bridle rein, and presenting her pistol ; while Ellen, hardly less quick, jumped to the other side, also presenting her pistol. Betsey, wishing that she were a few inches taller, ran to join the others. " Down with you!" commanded Aunt Desire; "you re our prisoner." In the dimness the man could not see whether or not there were others who backed up this determined trio, but he began to bluster. " Why are you stopping a quiet traveller in this way ? Can t a man go about on his own business without being halted by a band of robbers ? " "That s all very smart talk," returned Aunt Desire, "but it won t go down. Hand over your papers." " What papers ? " "We ll find out; that s what we ve started to do. Pull off his boots, El " Aunt Desire almost be A LITTLE SCHEME. 89 trayed herself, but she was quick-witted enough to finish the name with a masculine termination; " Elna- than," she concluded her sentence by saying. Ellen and Betsey each tugged at the unfortunate prisoner whom Aunt Desire had disarmed, and had compelled to be seated on the roadside while she covered him with her pistol. It was the work of a few moments to find their search rewarded. Aunt Desire took the papers which Ellen handed her. "Are these all?" she asked per emptorily. "Answer truthfully or it will be the worse for you." Eor answer the man handed her a slip which was concealed in his cap. " You are released on parole," said Aunt Desire, " but you ll have to give up your horse. Your country needs him, and you ll do better to travel in some other way. You are under suspicion, and it will be well for you to get away from these parts if you don t want to be hung for a spy." Aunt Desire was terrible in her grim, peremptory manner, and the man, now with out weapons for defence, and with no means of es cape beyond the swiftness of his own legs, stood still while he saw the three march off leading his horse and carrying the despatches. He watched them help lessly and then he set off down the road. 90 A GIRL OF 76. " I felt sure that man was a Tory as soon as I clapped eyes on him," said Ellen, when they were at a safe distance. "When he came in and asked if we could give him supper, there was something about the way he acted that made us all suspicious." Aunt Desire began to chuckle. " I declare," she said, "I never thought I d take to play-actin . It wasn t much of a trick, after all ; the man was a white-livered coward, and we could have done as well if we d scared him into giving up the papers before he left the house." However, Betsey was not so sure of that, and felt that Aunt Desire said this, that her youngest assist ant in the plot might not feel vainglorious over the result of a scheme which she had suggested. CHAPTER VI. BRAVE GIRLS. BEFORE Salem was reached Aunt Desire left them. She had heard rumors of an advance of the British from Boston, and hastened to join other brave women of Middlesex who were determined to do their part in preventing the easy approach of the enemy, and who had banded together with the set design of hindering the redcoats all they could. This enterprise was that of which Aunt Desire had mys teriously hinted, and at the first suggestion of being needed she hurried off, leaving the rest of the party at Lynn, from whence they could readily make their way to Salem. Family connections were large in those days, and it was easy to find kith and kin scat tered widely over a community of towns ; therefore an escort was not hard to discover. It was Grandmother Hall, herself, who stood wait ing for them at the door of Uncle Abiel s house. Their approach was watched by many interested neighbors, for the story of their reverses had gone 91 Q2 A GIRL OF 76. before them, and the sympathy felt for refugees was unbounded. For once, Betsey saw her grandmother unbend from her usual dignity, for she almost ran to lift little Polly from her mother s arms. " Oh, my children ! my children!" she cried. "Thank God! I have you once again." It was a great pleasure, after so many ups and downs, to feel settled at last, for Uncle Abiel s house always seemed like home. This old house was a large hip-roofed dwelling, which still stands on one of the side streets of venerable Salem town ; and although the big garden, where currant and goose berry bushes rooted, where hollyhocks and pretty- by-nights, love-in-a-mist, youth-and-old-age, and such flowers showed themselves, has been more and more encroached upon, there are still to be seen a few fruit trees and wandering bushes, scions of an old stock. But here, through many long summer afternoons, Betsey, Stephen, and Polly passed many happy hours under a gnarled old apple tree, where, with broken bits of china and a funny little wooden doll, Betsey kept house for her little sister and brother. Betsey was still child enough to enjoy such plays, although she could be very grave and discreet, and BRAVE (URLS. 93 in many ways appeared like a little woman ; but she- liked to be mistress of a feast provided by indulgent aunt Pamela, and she liked to plan exciting plays for Stephen to carry out. Sometimes Betsey would finish her own stent of knitting or sewing early in the afternoon, and then she and Stephen would fight imaginary battles ; would have exciting encounters with make-believe redcoats ; would take each other prisoners, and do a hundred things to develop a martial as well as a patriotic spirit. Every day brought some new excitement, for these were trying times, and thrilling incidents were the order rather than the exception. The first great shock came with the news that Stephen Hall would march with Arnold on a secret expedition. He had seemed safely near in the camp at Cambridge, and although there had been frequent rumors of possible orders for marching, heretofore, nothing had come of them. At the first report of a change of base, Betsey had been taken aback. " Won t we see him at all before he goes ? " she asked piteously. " Perhaps, perhaps we shall never see him again," she said in a choking voice. " Betsey ! " called her aunt Pamela, and beckoned her out of the room. " Your mother s got just about 94 A GIRL OF 76. as much as she can stand," Aunt Pamela said when Betsey was safely outside ; " and your grandmother has her share, too. Now, if you want to help them in their trials^ don t you go lolloping over on them as if you were the only one that had any trouble. Keep it to yourself, and if bad news comes and you ve got to cry, why, go off where nobody can see you. You won t find your mother nor your grand mother giving way like two sentimental, weak-minded lollies. Your grandmother is a soldier s mother and a soldier s sister. Your mother s a soldier s wife, and you re a soldier s daughter." By such Spartan-like methods were the girls of 76 reared. So Betsey gave a gulp to swallow her sobs, and drew herself up. Her voice trembled, and her lips quivered, while she faced her aunt and said, "I won t forget again that I m Stephen Hall s daughter ; " and she marched out of the room with her head held high, although tears, which Aunt Pamela did not sec, would roll down from the brown eyes. And then Aunt Pamela, herself, buried her face in her hands, and for a few moments her form was shaken convulsively, but no sound was heard. She, too, was sending away one well-beloved : the lover of her youth; the father of her one little son, long since laid to rest in the quiet churchyard ; the kind, BRAVE CURLS. 95 gentle, considerate husband who was all in all to her. It seemed to Betsey that after that day she would never really be a little girl again. She looked at Stephen and Polly, so gleeful and merry, with a sort of pitying tolerance. She told herself that they did not know what war meant ; they did not know that each moment increased the danger for their father, for, although the reports of marching orders had not as yet been true ones, all knew that it was probably only a question of time when such news would come. " I will be brave," Betsey said, setting her teeth. "And I won t cry. I won t, I won t." Even then the tears were filling her eyes, but she winked them away, and made a sudden dart forward and out the door into the old garden. How sweet it smelled there! The autumn flowers were already in bloom, and Betsey, with a soul to enjoy nature, stood looking at them, her hands behind her. It was still very warm, but here there was always a pleasant saltness in the air. Betsey felt restless. She wished there were something she could do ; something which required a lot of energy. She was realizing the blessedness of work as a remedy for sorrow. She stood for a moment breathing in the sweet odors, and then she ran back to the house. "Aunt Pamela," she Cj6 A GIRL OF 70. said, " isn t there something that I can do ? Something that is real exercise? I d like to run ten miles." Her aunt Pamela looked at her, reflectively. " How- should you like to go to Manchester, and take a mes sage ? I d like to send some word to John s folks, and there s nobody can go, unless it s you. You don t need to go any further than your uncle Benjamin s to-night ; you could stay there till morning, and then go on to Manchester to-morrow." " I d like to go. I can easily walk to Beverly." " So you can. Well, run along and ask your mother if she ll allow you to go. Tell her I think it will do you good." Betsey ran up and made her request. " Why, I don t see why you shouldn t," spoke up her grandmother. " I d like to hear from Benjamin and John, myself, and I ve a little parcel I d like to send to John s Mary. I think she d as well go, Polly." Benjamin and John Porter were brothers of Uncle Abiel and Grandmother Hall. Betsey did not know them so well as Uncle Abiel, but she was quite willing to take the little trip ; and she started forth after having received numerous charges. "Now don t tire yourself out, Betsey," said Aunt Pamela. " Maybe some of Benjamin s folks can see BRAVE GIRLS. 97 that you get over to John s safely. Like as not some of them will be sending over." Betsey nodded. She did not have the least fear, for the further from Boston the less danger of stragglers, and this bright September afternoon the walk would be a pleasant one. True to her expectation she arrived safe and sound at her great-uncle Benjamin Porter s, where she spent the night, and then took an early start for Manchester, this time in fine style, for she rode on a pillory, behind her uncle Benjamin, whose stout, sober, brown horse was used to carrying a double load. This uncle was quite an old man, older than Uncle Abiel, and he was not a very jolly companion ; neither was his old jog-trot horse a remarkably gallant steed. However, Betsey was glad of the lift, and liked travel ling in this way better than riding in an ox-cart. " I don t know that I ll be going back till pretty late, Betsey," Uncle Benjamin remarked as he lifted her down, " but I guess you ll be ready when I am." " Oh, yes ! " returned Betsey How good it seemed to be near the big salt ocean. It seemed much nearer than at Salem, and the waves dashed up on the rocks in such a fascinating way. Betsey wondered if any of her cousins would go 98 A GIRL OF 76. down on the beach with her. She would like a good hard scramble over the bowlders. Uncle Benjamin had said he had business to attend to, and had left Betsey standing on the steps of Uncle John s house. At the sound of the heavy knocker, the door was opened to the visitor by a girl two or three years older than herself. The two looked at each other. Then Betsey spoke up : " I m Betsey Hall. I have come up from Salem for Aunt Pamela Porter." " Why, of course it s Betsey. It s been so long since I saw you I didn t recognize you for a second. Do come in. We ve heard all abolit what a sad time you have been having. Mother will be so glad to see you. Have you brought any news from Uncle Abiel?" " Nothing very special. We fear any day to hear that his regiment and my father s will be ordered on the march, and that may mean anything, my grand mother says." . "Oh!" The girl looked startled. "I wish I knew if any really would be ordered out." She looked ap- pealingly at Betsey. "Come see mother." Betsey followed her into the house. At the door of the sitting-room her cousin paused. "You haven t heard anything of the Marblehead men, have you ? BRAVE GIRLS. 99 Joseph Pearce is one of them. We were to have been married soon." Betsey looked at her with new interest. Sixteen was considered quite a suitable age for girls to marry at that time, and Lydia Porter could not have been more. She looked even younger. "Oh!" said Betsey, "I hope he will not be ordered away. Perhaps he never will be," she said cheer fully. Lydia was the first girl she had seen who actually had a lover in the army, or, at least, of whom Betsey knew such a fact. Fathers, brothers, cousins, uncles, and even grandfathers and great-grandfathers she knew had gone forth, but sweethearts Betsey had taken little account of. So she eyed Lydia with some thing like curiosity as she followed her into the room where her mother sat. " Mother, this is Betsey Hall. Cousin Betsey, who was burnt out at Charlestown ; " Lydia made the announcement. "I want to know!" exclaimed Mrs. Porter. "Why, Betsey, come here. I ve not seen you this good while. How you ve grown. Come here and let me see who you are going to look like." Betsey stood bravely under the scrutiny. "You favor the Halls, I think," Mrs. Porter decided. " You ve got a little look of the Porters, too, and IOO A GIRL OF 76. there, that s your mother s smile. She was Mary Harris of Medford. I know her well. How does she do, Betsey?" " She s not very well. She s not been for some time." " No wonder. Can t you get Betsey a doughnut, Lyddy ? She must be hungry after her ride." " I brought a package from grandmother," Betsey informed Mrs. Porter. " She said it was for your Mary." "Oh, yes! I don t believe you ve seen her since she was married. You must go over and see her. What do you hear from camp ? " Betsey repeated what she had said to Lydia. "You re not going back with Benjamin," exclaimed Mrs. Porter, as Betsey ventured to say if she were going to her cousin Mary s she would best start. "Oh, yes!" replied Betsey, "I must. I came on horseback with him, and said I would be ready to return the same way." " Well, now, that s too bad. Never mind, we ll see if we can t persuade Benjamin to leave you." But Betsey protested. She had had enough of separation. So she set forth with Lydia to see Mary Dodge who lived nearer the shore. There seemed to be quite a commotion in the yard of the little house when they reached there. BRAVE GIRLS. IOI "What is going on, I wonder?" Betsey said, turn ing to her companion. " I can t imagine. It is always quite lively at Mary s, for she has two or three sisters-in-law and they are full of fun ; but there seems an unusual commotion." " Oh ! " Betsey thought this promised well. The half dozen girls who were running about the grounds did seem to be bent upon something requiring a great display of energy, whether the business were fun or earnest, and Lydia called out as she came near, " What are you doing, girls ? " " Oh, Lydcly, is that you ? " responded a bright lass of about Betsey s age. " Come on and help us." " What are you doing ? " "Come along, and we ll tell you." Lydia looked at Betsey, and they both set out to run. There were three or four girls surrounding a tall tree which, straight and strong, stood in the centre of the grounds. "What is up in the tree?" asked Lydia as the two came up. " Nothing but leaves and branches," one made answer. " Then why do you gaze up ? " 102 A GIRL OF 76. "Tell her, Dorcas." The girls looked askance at Betsey. " Oh, this is my cousin, Betsey Hall ! " said Lydia by way of introduction. "She isn t a Tory, is she?" said one of the girls, looking mischievously at Betsey. "Of course not. Imagine such a thing." Lydia was quite indignant at such a possibility be ing even suggested. " Why, her father is one of the stanchest of our patriots ; he is in the army now, and if you could hear how Betsey piloted her family out of Charlestown, and how she helped to capture a miscreant with his seditious papers, and how she out witted a pair of scamps who tried to steal her father s ox, you d know better than to insult her by such an imputation." "Now Lyddy, don t get angry," cried the girls. " Dorcas did but ask. Of course we didn t know. We are honored over and over by meeting her. Shake hands with us, Betsey," cried one and another. So Betsey, who was quite indignant for a moment, was entirely reconciled by these overtures. " Let her fire the tree," cried Dorcas. "Who?" "Why, Betsey Hall." "What for? What is the excitement anyhow, girls ? " inquired Lydia. BRAVE GIRLS. 1 03 "Oh, to be sure you don t know!" spoke up a girl they called Ruth. " Why, it is this. A British vessel got caught out in the storm of day before yesterday, and put in here. There she lies now, out there at anchor. One mast is gone, as you see." Betsey and Lyclia directed their eyes to where Ruth pointed, and saw a vessel lying off some distance. "Well," continued one of the other girls, "this morning "All right, Margaret. You may finish," laughed Ruth. " Oh, you began, didn t you ? " "Never mind, go ahead." Margaret in her eagerness did not wait for further encouragement, but went on : "Well, these impertinent Britishers, what must they do but come here and say they will have our big tree, that it will do finely to take the place of their broken mast, and willy-nilly we must perforce let them have it." "And shall you?" asked Betsey all alert. "No!" shouted four determined voices, "we shall do nothing of the kind. Our tree which has sheltered us and our sires serve a Britisher? No." Again came the shout. "Are you going to chop it down?" asked Lydia. " No, we re going to blow it up." 104 A GIRL OF 7 6 - " Oh ! how will you do it ? " cried the two who had newly arrived. " We ve bored holes in it, and we re going to fill them with gunpowder. We love the dear old tree, but it shall be shattered to pieces, yes, it shall be shattered to pieces before we ll let those mariners have it. It is the only tree around which is so good for their purpose, but they ll have to whistle for it, before another hour." " Oh, let me help ! " begged Betsey, eagerly. "Can you climb? We want one more hole filled." "Yes, yes, I can do it." And with five pairs of hands to give her the first "boost," she began to make her ascent, carrying the little can of gunpowder, which was to be poured into the hole which the girls had already bored. Up, up, half way. " High enough," cried a chorus of voices. "There s no need to go higher." And Betsey performed her task. The coming down was harder, but, at last, her feet touched the lower boughs and she was received into outstretched arms. "There, now, how are we to set it off?" said Ruth. "We don t want to get killed, any of us, so we ll have to be careful." "We must have a slow-match, I suppose," Betsey BRAVE GIRLS. 1 05 advised. " If we can manage to get it placed just right, by contriving a torch we can light it from below, and all run before there begins to be any danger." After much discussion Betsey s plan was adopted. The match was adjusted, the torch applied, and the girls ran off to a safe distance. "Suppose it doesn t work," suggested Ruth; "what a disappointment it will be." " It shall work," Betsey declared. " Good ! Good ! " cried the others. Then Margaret laughed. "You re going to show us that you re open to no insinuations, Miss Betsey. You re the fiercest one of us, and it isn t your tree either." Betsey laughed, too: "No, but it s my cause." The girls exclaimed again, " Good ! Good ! you d better not say any more, Miss Peggy. Betsey shall have the honor of lighting the fuse." It was really very scary work. The fuse was not a long one, and as Betsey approached the tree with her lighted torch she feared greatly that she might in some way send a spark to the gunpowder. But the girls had taken the precaution to tie a red rag on the end of the fuse so it could be plainly seen, and, cautiously, Betsey brought the tip of her torch 106 A GIRL OF 76. against it. To gain her a high enough stand she was mounted on a ladder, and now she clambered down in haste, in dread lest the explosion should come too soon. But it did not, and the girls took to their heels to gain a point indoors where they could watch. The little glowing spark crept nearer and nearer to the first auger-hole in one of the big, branching limbs ; once or twice it was lost sight of, and they thought it had gone out, but again the tiny red eye was visible, creeping silently along. Presently, bang! bang! crack! crack! Half the top of the tree was blown off and broken into a hundred leafy fragments. Another season of watching, and then a second report, a scattering of branches and a whirling of limbs. A third time the small spark did its work, and the ground was strewn with chips, strippings of bark, and wrenched bits of trunk. A final bang ! sent big slivers flying, and then the poor dismembered tree stood, minus all but a few feet of trunk, a monument to patriotism. The girls stood huddled together at one of the dormer windows of the old house. At the sight of the utter ruin Margaret gave a long sigh, and Ruth s eyes filled with tears ; but at Betsey s energetic " I hope they saw it. I just hope they did. Do you believe they could from the vessel?" the girls all BRAVE GIRLS. IO/ laughed, and the sacrifice was lost in the glory of the triumph. Whether the performance was seen or not, it was certain that no mariners came near the house from that vessel, and where a spar was procured the girls never found out. The excitement over, Betsey came to a realizing sense that she had overstayed her time, for all this had not been clone in a moment ; and so she hastily gave her package and her message to Mary Dodge, and then the two girls ran back to Lydia s home. About all they said on the way was, "Aren t you glad? Wasn t it splendid?" But when they reached John Porter s, Betsey was dismayed at finding out how late it was, and to learn that her uncle Benjamin had started off without her. " I persuaded him to leave you here over-night," Mrs. Porter said. " I presume we ve a right to a little visit, as well as Benjamin s folks, and some of the neighbors can give you a lift to-morrow. Timothy Powell makes a trip every day. You can always de pend on him. There ll be no trouble about it." So Betsey must fain make the most of it, although she had a little feeling of not having obeyed strictly. She knew that, although Uncle John Porter s wife was spoken of as a good enough woman, grandmother 108 A GIRL OF 76. did not altogether approve of her, and often said John might have done better than marry Samantha, whether it was because Mrs. John Porter s family came of plainer stock than the Porters and the Halls or whether it was a question of character, Betsey had not taken the trouble to decide. At all events, she did not feel quite comfortable about staying, for it was understood at home that she was to spend her night in Beverly so as to reach Salem the next day, and this last she was afraid she could not do. So her little Puritan conscience troubled her not a little, as she lay awake listening to the roar of the waves breaking on the rocks down by Manchester shore. CHAPTER VII. ON THE WAY. TIMOTHY POWELL is here, on his way to Bev erly," Mrs. Porter announced to Betsey early the next morning. " I wish you d stay, but I suppose you ll be wanting to get back." Oh, yes, ma am, I must! Mother and all of them would be worried if I am away longer, and I don t want to be disobedient." " No, of course not. You re a proper child, Betsey. Tell your grandmother I don t know as I shan t be com ing to Salem town, and I ll stop and see you all at Abiel s." Then followed various messages to which Betsey gave close heed, fearing lest she might forget some of them. They were not very important, but Betsey conscientiously checked them off on her fingers, resolving that none should be omitted, and that she would prove herself a trustworthy messenger. She gave pretty Lydia an affectionate hand pressure, as she bade her good-by. " Don t worry, Lyddy," she said in a whisper. Then, with a substantial basket of luncheon packed in beside her, and a bundle to carry 109 HO A GIRL OF 76. back to her mother, she climbed up by the side of Tim othy Powell, and they set off. " I don t know as you d better stop at all in Beverly, except to tell them you re safe, for if you re bound to get home before dark, you won t have such a deal of time. And Betsey, I d advise you to eat your lunch before you get there ; I ve put up enough for Timothy, too," were Mrs. Porter s last words. " I ve got mine, Mrs. Porter," shouted back Timothy, as he drove off. " There war nt no need of your doin that; I dunno as I ain t got more n I need, anyhow." And turning to Betsey he said : " Mrs. Porter s always in a fuss over folks not gettin enough to eat. I shouldn t wonder if she hadn t stuffed in a box of oats some eres for my boss. I believe if the hull reg mint of Essex soldiers was to git shot, she d go round comfortin the widders an orphans with vittles." " Why don t you go to the war ? " asked Betsey, with some spirit. A quizzical look came into the jolly countryman s eyes as he lifted up an empty sleeve which Betsey had not perceived. " I left that useful bit of me at Bunker Hill," he explained, "but I dunno as I ain t pretty able- bodied yit, and I may git another crack at the redcoats before I m through." Betsey s eyes danced. This was the spirit which ON THE WAY. Ill pleased her. " Oh, I beg your pardon ! " she said ; " I should have noticed." " Tain t nothin ! " returned Timothy, good hu- moredly. " I m glad you re so patriotic. Let me see, ain t you the one that lit up the Dodges tree so pretty yist day ? " Betsey laughed. " I helped, but it was not my idea." " Where do you hail from ? " asked Timothy. Betsey reflected. " We did live at Charlestown, but since our house was burned we have been in two or three places. I think, though, that we shall stay at Salem while my father is in the army." " So your father s in the thick of it. And you was to Charlestown when it got burnt. I want to know ! We was close neighbors there." Betsey smiled brightly, and the two chatted like old comrades, eating their luncheon together as became mess-mates. A fellow feeling made them very friendly, so that when Bev erly was reached, Betsey was really sorry to part with the good, honest, old fellow, and she shook his hand heartily, saying she had enjoyed her drive very much. " I shall be going Salem way myself, pretty soon," Timothy told her, "and I ll bring you down some apples from my place when they re ripe." Then he left his travelling companion at her uncle Benjamin s 112 A GIRL OF 76. door, from which she issued an hour later to set out for her walk home. The road was pleasant enough on this September afternoon. Wayside weeds in their luxuriant grace were turning their blossoms to no less beautiful seed- pods. The maple trees were already beginning to show a tinge of red, and some of the trailing vines, at the first touch of frost, had caught the same tint. Winter is coming, thought Betsey, and her thoughts travelled back to Russell s pasture ; to the old school- house ; to the ice pond ; to the hill where the boys coasted, and up which Amos had so often drawn her on his sled. All these familiar spots of old Charles- town seemed to have vanished forever. She thought, too, of that December day when she had gone down to gather up the tea, and she smiled to think how ardent a patriot her grandmother now declared her self to be. She thought of the cosy home, and each detail of its pleasant rooms came before her. The little familiar articles which made the place homelike were now mixed with the elements, or if any vestige remained it was in the shape of charred bits or cold embers. She had been so absorbed in her memories that she did not notice a footstep behind her, and was ON THE WAY. 113 startled by hearing some one at her elbow say, " Hello, sissy." If there was anything which Betsey disliked, it was to be called sissy, and she turned, with an expression of indignant protest, to see who spoke thus, and dis covered a stranger at her side. " What do you want ? " she asked. The man smiled. " I just thought I d ask if you didn t want a lift," he said, with an amused look. "I m going toward Salem, and I suppose that s your way, too." Yes, Betsey was going that way. She eyed the man a moment. He did not look like a farmer, and she felt a little suspicious. "My horse and chaise are right here," the man told her, "and I can take you along as well as not." Betsey concluded it was rather rude to refuse so kind an offer, when she really had no good reason for not accepting, so she said, " I thank you, sir, I shall be very glad to accompany you, since you are so kind." The man smiled again at the little set phrasing of her speech, and led up his horse, helping Betsey into the chaise very politely. " I suppose, my little maid, that you belong here abouts," he opened conversation by saying. H 114 A GIRL OF 7 6 - Betsey hesitated. " I don t exactly belong in Salem, because I used to live in Charlestown before it was burned so cruelly by the wicked Britishers." "Oh, then you re a little rebel!" Betsey drew herself up. " If being true to my country is being a rebel, then I am." " How do you know you re being true to your country? Isn t England our mother-country, and isn t his Majesty, King George, our king? " Not a bit of it," exclaimed Betsey, fiercely. " We don t acknowledge King George for our sovereign." "Then where .r cca? 1 ^.- your government?" Betsey wr,= silent. She was not so thoroughly inforr: : j - on polit : cs as to give a proper reply at once. "We have a Congress," she at last remem bered to ^ay, "and Sons of Liberty. I know all that." "Oh, w?~l. they amount to nothing! You ll come back to your allegiance after a while. You don t suppose a little handful of farmers can stand out against King George s well-trained troops for very long, do you ? " Betsey s eyes snapped. " I think you ll find out that farmers, too, can fight. Didn t they prove it at Bunker Hill?" ON TIIK WAY. 115 "Oh, well, they got beaten at the last! They had to retreat." Betsey was in a white rage. She could not bear such imputations. Even Captain Yorke had not treated her in such a way, and she was used to hear ing but one side of the question. " We didn t get beaten," she cried. " It was because the powder gave out. Only a coward would say such a thing." The man threw back his head and laughed. He was enjoying the situation. " You are a fierce little rebel," he said. " It is quite amusing to hear you. Go on. Tell me what your people mean to do next. How many men do you suppose there are in camp at Cambridge ready to defy the British ? Surely not enough to do much harm." Betsey was silent. She was beginning to be afraid of this clever questioner, who was so amiable and pleasant, despite his teasing. "I I don t know," she faltered. " I suppose you have brothers and cousins and all sorts of kinsfolk in camp ? " the man went on. " Doubtless you hear all sorts of talk of their being ordered hither and thither. Your father, for in stance, where is he ? " Betsey was beginning to be still more scared, but she answered hesitatingly, "When we last heard Il6 A GIRL OF 76. from him, he was at the Cambridge encampment." Then came the thought that she was accepting a service from a Tory, an open enemy, perhaps even an out and out Britisher, and she was quite over come by the situation. The blood surged up into her face, and she spoke again : " Please let me get out. I would rather walk." " And why so ? Are you not comfortable ? I should be sorry to offend so bright a little lass. Come, we will not speak of our differences." Betsey shook her head. " But I do not wish to ride with you at all," she protested. "Why, am I so ungallant that you will have naught to do with me ? I am sorry, and I confess the men of England did not come hither to war on gentle dam sels, but to put down rebellious and hot-headed men. I will say no more, my little lass." But these last words only added to Betsey s anger. " Whether you come hither from England or not, sir, I do not know; but this I do know: an American girl accepts no favors from her country s enemies. I would I could show you that even the maidens can do service for the cause of freedom. I would I had arms that I might make you a prisoner, for British spy or wretched Tory you are, and I will not keep your company." ON THE WAY. I I/ The man looked a little startled, and, whipping up his horse, drove on more rapidly. " So much for a deed of gallantry," he muttered between his teeth, as he cast a glance at Betsey, who, now finding that she could not escape, sat silently looking at the man ; and, as is likely to be the habit with young people, she took in every detail. "I shall remember him," she thought; "I am convinced that he is a wretched spy. I would that I could arrest him." She glanced to the right and the left. There was no chance to escape or to call for some one to re lease her from the situation which was fast becoming more and more unpleasant. No one passed by, although Salem town was not far away. The man had lapsed into silence, and seemed in deep thought. He once in a while cast furtive glances at his com panion. Presently he said quite sternly : " What if I make you my prisoner, and carry you to Boston, to Governor Howe ? " Betsey started. Such a possibility had never entered her head. Here, in the very heart of the patriots stronghold, the homes of hundreds of loyal Americans on every side ! She would not have it so. It could not be. " How do I know but that you have seditious matter about you ? " said the man, still sternly. I 1 8 A GIRL OF 76. Betsey quailed. She did not know what was in the bundle she had brought from Manchester, and, for the moment, she did not reflect that it might have been absurd to send despatches by her when the way \vas entirely open to send them by other messengers in a regular way. So she stared amaz- edly, first at her companion, and then at the dusty length of highway. They were coming to a cross road, and the man sa\v, what the girl did not, that two men were approaching. It was part of the man s plan to frighten Betsey, as she afterward concluded. " If I put you down," said the man, slackening his horse s pace, " will you run home as fast as you can, without turning to the right or the left ? " "Yes, oh, yes!" replied Betsey, too glad of such a prospect to quibble. The man stopped, and Betsey hastily got out, clutching her bundle. The man scarce tarried to see if she were safe, but, gathering up his lines and whipping up his horse, he disappeared in a cloud of dust down the cross-road, just as Betsey came to her senses and saw that two men were approaching. Then it dawned upon her that she had been out witted ; and that if she had not been so frightened, if she had but remained in the chaise, and had called to the men to rescue her, then the spy, as she be- OX THE WAY. licvcd him to be, might have been taken. She stood covered with confusion, till the men came up. "Wai, marm," said one of them, as he neared the girl, " what you standin so still fur ? You ain t took root, are you? Anything the matter?" "Oh, no, nothing much, only I wish I had waited! If I had only seen you two coming we might have made that man a prisoner. I believe he s a spy a Tory." " Wai, I vum ! " exclaimed one of the men. " How d ye know we ain t the same stripe? " asked the other. "We re fine Tories, I rather guess. Ain t we, Dan l? " The first man grinned. Betsey looked alarmed. Were dangers thickening ? She was very indiscreet, she told herself. The men seeing her startled face, smiled kindly at her. " Never mind, sis," said the one called Dan l. " It s too bad to scare you, when you re so spunky, too. We re Yankees to the backbone, just off on leave from Cambridge to look after our farms. I rather guess if you d shouted soon enough, we could have taken your man, even if he was armed, as I rather guess he was." Betsey looked relieved. There might have been bloodshed, she reflected. " Tain t safe, nohow, for you to be travelling around the country by yourself. Don t you do it again." I2O A GIRL OF 76. " There wasn t any one else to go, and I hadn t had a bit of trouble. I was so near home, too." " Tain t always safest nearest home. Come, Joe, let s walk back a bit with her, till she gets to where there s habitations." And Betsey, thus escorted, entered Salem, feeling that a guard of honor was hers. It was with a feeling of thankfulness that she turned into the streets of Salem town, and found her self, at last, safe under her uncle Abiel s roof. " I m so thankful I m safe," she exclaimed as she came in. "Why, Betsey Hall, what do you mean?" her grandmother cried, and her mother, startled, stopped her spinning-wheel. And then Betsey, now that the excitement was over, sat down and began weeping spasmodically. "What are you crying about?" her grandmother asked sharply, although it must be confessed that she was really alarmed at this exhibition of "nerves" on Betsey s part. " Speak up here, Betsey. Is anybody dead?" she continued. Betsey shook her head. "Give her some lavender drops, Mary," grandmother said ; and Betsey was made to sip the draught, and soon overcame her excitement. ON THE WAY. 121 "I ve been a prisoner, that is almost," she said finally. " Why, Betsey Hall, what do you mean ? " and the three women gathered closely around her. " Here, Stephen, run out and play," grandmother ordered, feeling as if there might be something divulged which would arouse the fears of the little fellow. Then Betsey told her tale which was listened to eagerly. "Well, you did well," declared Aunt Pamela. " She only did what was right, and not that al together," asserted her grandmother. " And I think you d best stay at home for one while, Betsey. I don t approve of a child like you trapesing over the face of the country. You ll be so self-conceited after a while there ll be no doing anything with you." "Why, Mother Hall," interposed Betsey s mother, " I don t think Betsey s conceited." " No, but she s on a fair way toward being. It does her no good to be treated as if she were about as smart as she could well be. She needs a meek and quiet spirit." Betsey heard herself thus dis cussed with a little feeling of indignation. To have the wind thus taken out of her sails was not pleas ant. She had felt herself quite a heroine, and she deserved some appreciation of it. 122 A GIRL OF 76. " I guess you ve had enough jaunting about to last you," continued grandmother, addressing herself to Betsey. " I think the best thing for you, for some time to come, is to stay at home and go to school." School ! Betsey had almost forgotten there was such a thing as school. It would be rather nice to be associated with girls of her own age, and to go back to the humdrum quiet of every-day life. " Go take off your things. There s no use idling away precious moments," came grandmother s voice, interrupting her meditations. " I want some one to hold this yarn, and it is time to work. You have had your frolic." So Betsey left the room, hearing her aunt say, be fore she was out of hearing, " Now, Elizabeth, you re too hard on the child; she did nobly, and deserves a medal." " I don t believe in fostering the seeds of pride and vainglory in a child, Pamela," returned grand mother. "To be sure she did well, and I m proud of her, but it doesn t do to tell her so." Betsey felt quite comforted at this, and was thinking pleasantly of the prospect of school, when Stephen came pattering up the stairs to her room. He was delighted to see his sister, and to have her a moment to himself. He climbed up into her lap, hugging OX THE WAY. 123 her vigorously. "I m so glad you ve corned back, Betsey," he said. "I fought you never, never would any more." " You don t get rid of me so easily, my young master," she replied; "come, I ll carry you down stairs piggy-back. I must go and hold some yarn for grandmother." And the two entered the sitting- room together, still talking. " Now, while I am holding the yarn, tell me what you have bjen doing since I went away," Betsey siiid, as she slipped her hands into the gray lengths of wool. " I has been playing soldier. Faver showed me how." " Father? Oh, no, father is way off; oh, you mean he used to show you!" Stephen shook his head. " But he did show me yest day. I saw him my own self." Betsey looked puzzled, and, glancing up, caught a warning frown directed at Stephen by her grandmother. "Grandmother," cried she, "has father been here?" "There, child, we didn t mean to tell you just yet; we told Stephen not to say anything about it, but he s too small to keep a secret. Yes, your father had a day s leave, and came to us the day you left. We think he must have suspected that he might not see 124 A GIRL OF 76. us soon again, for a hasty note came from him this noon, saying he had joined an expedition under Arnold, that would march at once under strict orders. Now don t make another scene." Grand mother looked very firm, and spoke in a matter-of- fact way, but Betsey saw a little quiver of her chin, which showed the secret spring of her affections was surely stirred. The tears welled up into Betsey s eyes, and as soon as the winding was finished she fled from the room. It seemed more than she could bear. Her beloved father ! To think she had missed him. For a moment she had very mutinous thoughts against Aunt Pamela, against everybody. Oh, why did it happen that just at this time she must be away ? It seemed to the brave little heart that if much more trouble came to her she could not bear it. They had all seen her father excepting herself, herself, his daughter, the only one of the three children who could really have appreciated the visit. To think that she must be absent. She was sitting forlornly trying to choke back her tears, so as to present some sort of self-control at the supper table, when Stephen s little fat fists pounded on her door. " Ise fetched you sumpin , Betsey," he called out to her, and she opened the door to take in the letter he ON THK WAV. 125 held out. Obeying instructions given below stairs, Stephen beat a hasty retreat as soon as his errand was done, and Betsey, retiring to her little dormer window, proceeded to read the letter which proved to be one from her father, and which read as follows : " Knowing, my dear daughter, that it will be a sore disap pointment to you, to find that you have missed this visit which I am able to make to my family, I take this means of trying to compensate you in some measure for the loss which I know you will consider your absence will bring you. Do not, my dear Betsey, give way to any lively fear on my account, for if it be the will of God that you become fatherless through the fortunes of war, it will but be anticipating an event which must sooner or later take place, and for which we must all, from the oldest to the youngest, hold ourselves in readiness. Moreover, to die for one s country is a far more enviable prospect than that which promises dissolution through painful or wasting disease. " 1 hasten to assure you of my very great gratification at hear ing of your courageous conduct in more than one instance. Had you been my son instead of my daughter I had expected nothing less ; but your tender years, and those soft and gentle qualities of mind which we generally deem the prerogative of the weaker sex, have in your case been superseded by such courage, steadfastness, and ingenuity as may well make a father s heart leap for joy. My dear girl, I trust if future opportunities are given you to further serve our cause of freedom, that you will be given strength and resolution to per- 126 A CTRL OF 76. form your duty as becomes a daughter of Liberty. But let me bid you remember to be as wise as a serpent, and as innocent as a dove, never forgetting to pray to your Heavenly Father for guidance in every undertaking. And, now. may the God of all, bless you, and, if in accordance with his holy will, may He bring about a future meeting, one which shall see our country free from invasion, while peace dwells throughout her borders. " Adieu, my beloved child ! Honor and dutifully obey your beloved mother, and be to her a strength and a dependence. May God have you all in his keeping ! "Your aff. father, " STEPHEN HALL." Betsey read this letter over and over. It was very unlike what a girl of to-day might expect from a parent, but to the child brought up under strict dis cipline, and with a reverence and respect for her elders, it seemed a most precious and familiar com munication, and made her feel as though she had been suddenly lifted to her father s level, and that he trusted, respected, and considered her worthy of a confidence and esteem which her years hardly war ranted. It did much toward comforting her for hav ing missed her father s visit. " For," she told herself, " if I had seen father, I should not then have had the letter which now I can always keep and read over every day." Then came the summons to supper, and laying ON THE WAY. \2J her letter reverently between the leaves of her Bible, she went downstairs with very red eyes and a shiny nose, but with an uplifted feeling in her heart. Aunt Pamela looked at her sharply from behind her tall urn, but Betsey returned the look with one of such sweet calmness that Aunt Pamela dropped her eyes, and presently bestowed upon her niece an extra treat in the form of a little scalloped patty-pan pie, most excellently sweet and tasty, with its juicy tilling of apples. " I presume the child s half starved," she said. "After all that way that she has come to-day, and only a bite on the road before noon. I think, Polly, she needs something a little more stay ing than hasty pudding to-night." The latter being Betsey s usual supper, she was grateful to Aunt Pamela for her consideration, and nibbled her patty-pie with a relish. CHAPTER VIII. A WAYFARER. AND now the days settled into periods of quiet usefulness. Betsey started to school without delay, and was soon absorbed in her new interests. She enjoyed the deference which her adventures drew from her schoolmates ; but these were times when a less show of patriotism would be decried, and he who did his best, did only what was expected of him ; therefore, before stories of privation and valor, endured by others, Betsey came to think her own performances of very little account. The struggles of the army were made in accom plishing wearisome journeys through the Maine woods, and on Canadian rivers. Cold, hungry, worn-out men they were, who at last pushed their way through the primeval forests, and stood with Arnold on the heights of Abraham. Meanwhile Washington, quietly and gradually, was drawing his army closer around Boston. There were stirs of indignation when the news came of the employment of the Hessians to fight 128 A WAYFARER. I2Q King George s battles. The appearance of " hired mercenaries " added to the courage of conviction the bitterness of defiant rancor. We have, in this day, come to think more tolerantly of the much despised Hessians who were helpless in the matter, and were but puppets in the hands of their government ; and, while we can never condone their many acts of wanton cruelty, we can hold them less blameworthy in coming over to fight, since we can realize more impar tially the position in which they were placed, and can remember how many of them became actual settlers in the United States. However, their arrival sent the already hot blood of the patriots up to boiling point. Another act which roused a great bitterness of spirit was that which took place in October of that year, when the little town of Falmouth, now Portland, was almost entirely consumed by fire, by the order of Captain Muatt of the British army, who sailed into the harbor, and caused shells and grenades to be directed against the place, the result being that a thousand innocent persons were turned out into the world, homeless and unprovided for, at a season of year when the weather was daily becoming more rigorous. In consequence of all this, the little army at Cam bridge came more and more to command the solici- i 130 A GIRL OF 76. tude of the people in the surrounding country. Every day could be seen the spectacle of great, heavy carts rumbling into Cambridge, laden with whatever could be spared by those faithfully doing their part at home, and it became a matter of pride in families to see who could exercise the most self- denial in order to add to the supplies of food, clothes, and such stores which might be of use to the soldiers at camp. The news from the troops who had gone to Canada was vague and unsatisfactory. One, who had early turned back, brought, one day, word from Stephen Hall and from Uncle Abiel. They were well and, although enduring hardships, hoped to reach their destination safely. The thought of what might be, kept Betsey awake a long time the night that the news was brought, and, contrary to her usual habit of sleeping till she was called, she awoke in the dimness of the winter morn ing and crept downstairs where all was silent. She raked open the embers in the big fireplace, and soon a fire was blazing, but she needed more wood, and ran out to the shed to get it. She had gathered up one or two large sticks, when her attention was attracted by a figure leaning against the fence, poorly clad, shoe less, miserable. A WAYFARER. 131 Dropping her wood, Betsey ran toward the gate, all her sympathies stirred by this object of forlornity. The weather was not very cold, for it had been a more than usually open winter, but still it was frosty enough to nip one sharply, and, as Betsey opened the gate, she said, " Won t you come inside and get warm ? " The ragged individual turned his weary eyes upon her, and Betsey gave a cry, "Oh, Amos! Amos!" She scarcely knew how she got the poor lad indoors, for he was faint and weak, but in a few moments he was resting before the blazing fire, Betsey rubbing his cold hands, and uttering soft little exclamations of sorrow and pity as she saw his wretched condi tion. He could only speak in whispered gasps, words that she could scarcely distinguish. It was thus that Aunt Pamela found them. " Why, child ! " she exclaimed, coming near and looking curiously at the lad, "who is this? Where did he come from? What is he doing here?" " Oh, Aunt Pamela ! " Betsey answered, " it is Amos Dwight ; he is a soldier. I saw him in the street by our gate, and I brought him in. Oh, see, how thin he is, and look at his poor hands and feet!" Aunt Pamela s lips trembled. A soldier and so mis erable, what pictures did not his condition conjure up before her ! 132 A GIRL OF 76. It was no time before she had the boy in bed, and then the whole family being astir, their attention was concentrated on the care of the lad. But it was Aunt Pamela who was the most assiduous in her attentions ; hot herb teas, comforting broth, warm blankets, at last caused him to drop into a sound sleep. " I should like to know where he has been and how he came to be like this," said Betsey. " Don t you pester him with questions, Betsey," cau tioned grandmother. " When he s strong enough he ll tell us. The Lord has given him into our hands, and we ll take care of him. If he lives through it, we ll know the whys and wherefores; if he doesn t, then it is the Lord s will, and likely the boy will have a right to a hero s grave." For Amos to have the right to any grave at all, was too much for Betsey, and she made haste to find her mother. "Oh, mother! mother!" she sobbed. "Is Amos going to die ? " " Why, I hope not. Who said so ? I think he only needs care. He has a good constitution, I presume, and he s sleeping beautifully." " And can I see him when he wakes up ? " Her mother hesitated. " I think not yet. If he is better to-morrow, you may, perhaps." This was hard for Betsey. He was her discovery, A WAYFARER. 133 her old playmate. It did seem too much that she was shut out of the room, and that Aunt Pamela sat all night by his pillow, while she could not so much as peep at him. And it was several days before she was allowed to see him, bolstered up in a big chair ; for fever followed the exhaustion and the severe cold, so that for a little time there seemed slim chances for his recovery. Betsey tiptoed around the house, keeping the chil dren quiet when they were noisy, and helping the de voted nurses in their work. When at last she was admitted to the sick-room, it seemed hardly possible that this gaunt, tall lad could be the sturdy, rosy- cheeked Amos who had trudged by her side to school, and who was always her ideal of boyish strength. " Betsey," he said in a weak voice, holding out his thin hand. Betsey answered with a warm clasp. " It is so good to hear you speak," she told him. " I do hope you ll get well soon. Oh, Amos, I ve so much to tell you ! " The words were very familiar ones. How many times had she said the same thing on her way home from school in those old Charlestown days. Amos smiled quite cheerfully. " I ll do my best, Betsey." She was about to carry on the conversation further, 134 A GIRL OF 7 6 - but her aunt Pamela stopped her by saying, " There, there, Betsey, don t excite him. You ve seen him now, and that will do for to-day." So, after all, it was not a very satisfactory interview, except so far as it served to show her that Amos was ready to be friends again, and that was a source of comfort to Betsey, who had grieved greatly over the fact of there being a breach between herself and her old schoolfellow. She wished very much to let him know in some way that she was devoted to her father s cause, and that she had shown herself to be made of such stuff as patriots might approve ; but she did not like to make her own boast, nor did she dare to tell her grandmother that the affair of the tea had come near to losing her Amos s friendship. "I would tell mother," she said to herself, "but then that would seem like complaining of grand mother." At last she concluded to confide in Aunt Pamela. So, one evening, when they two were in the big kitchen together, where Aunt Pamela was preparing a savory broth for Amos, she broached the subject. "Aunt Pamela," she said, "Amos thinks I m a Tory." In her surprise, Aunt Pamela nearly dropped the salt-box which she held in her hand. " Why, Betsey Hall," she exclaimed, "what a notion! Like as not A WAYFARER. 135 he was out of his head. He s talked at random con siderably, poor boy. He has something on his mind, for he has said over and over in his delirium, I must tell her. I must tell her ; and his great blue eyes follow me around the room, now, with a sort of ques tioning look. It can t be that; he wouldn t think so, now he s conscious." " No, I don t believe it is on his mind like that ; but, Aunt Pamela, you know that grandma used to be a Tory before- before Lexington, and that time." " Why, yes, I know that. She and Abiel used to have it hot and heavy. She even went so far as to use tea after every one else had given it up. She told me herself about a pretty time she made in your father s house with her tea-party." " Oh, did she tell you ? I m so glad." " To be sure she did, but you d have to hunt the country over to find a stancher patriot than she is to-day. Like many another she had her eyes opened at last. But why are you glad she told me, Betsey ? She was right well ashamed of it, she said." " I am glad because that is why Amos thinks I m a Tory." " Because your grandmother drank tea ? Nonsense ! the boy s not so foolish, and he s not likely to forget your father s part in the cause." 136 A GIRL OF 76. " No, but, Aunt Pamela, it was I who got that tea." " You did ? why, Betsey ! Your grandmother didn t tell me that part. She sent you, did she ? Humph ! I ll be bound you went with a lagging foot." " I was unwilling, but then grandma persuaded me that her side was the right one, and I did not under stand as well as I do now, so I went, and Amos saw me with the bag of tea. We had hot words. He was masterful, and I was angry that he should try to rule me. At last he called me a Tory and cast me off, saying I should never be friend of his. From that day he has scarcely spoken to me except when he was obliged to, and so, Aunt Pamela, I want him to know I am a true patriot." " Humph ! " Aunt Pamela carefully skimmed the " eyes " from her broth before she spoke again. " He s a good lad, isn t he ? " " Oh, yes, so good ! My father thinks much of him." " And you ve known him always. Did his parents live in Charlestovvn ? " " No, ma am, they were of Boston, but both died when Amos was not four years old. Since that time he lived with his uncle s family in Charlestown till it was destroyed." A WAYFARER. 137 "Humph! I hope they were good to him." " Yes, ma am, right good ; but I think they were not very loving, and Amos has felt my mother a very near friend." " Poor, little orphan boy ! " Aunt Pamela s head bent lower to discover if one speck of grease were left on the broth. She seemed so preoccupied that Betsey was afraid she had forgotten her anxiety about being established as a patriot in Amos s eyes. "Aunt Pamela," she said, "will you please, ma am, tell him I m not a Tory?" Aunt Pamela smiled. " Oh, why, yes, certainly, child ! I ll tell him how it was." "And don t let him blame grandmother." The brown eyes were wistful. " What a child ! Of course not ! She s settled her peace with him long ago ; whatever he once thought, he knows her now." Betsey did not like to ask to have her valorous deeds proclaimed and her praises sung, but she hoped Aunt Pamela would be very positive in declaring her niece s convictions. She looked wistfully at Amos every day after this, hoping Aunt Pamela had reestablished her in the lad s good graces. But he did not say anything to warrant her in believing him more than grateful to 138 A GIRL OF 76. her for ministering to him. Yet his eyes followed her around, and he seemed glad when she came into the room. The worried look, however, did not leave his face, even after he was able to sit up and be bolstered in a big chair by the window. " The boy has something on his mind," declared Aunt Pamela. " I wonder if he thinks he has de serted!" She spoke half to herself. " Oh ! " Betsey looked up, shocked at such a sug gestion. " Oh, Aunt Pamela ! you don t know Amos ; he d die, but he would never give up." " I didn t say he would. I said maybe he thought so. He s not strong enough to tell us all he s gone through. I ve hinted that he should, once or twice ; but he looks so distressed, and has a fit of trembling, and then seems not to want to look at me for hours after. Well, all we can do is to try to get up his strength, and after a while he will tell of his own accord. Maybe he d tell you, Betsey, sooner than he would us. Suppose you go take him this baked apple, and sit with him awhile. I rather guess your grandmother ought to go down to see Mrs. Punchard. She sent for one of us to come if we could. Her daughter s in a deep consumption. She s had a sad time with her daughters. Jerusha ran off with a British soldier. Diraxa died of a languishment, and A WAYFARER. 139 now Zerviah is about to pass away, I presume. Some times I ve felt like being rebellious because my little boy didn t live to grow up ; but the Lord knows best, for now I haven t that grief to live through again." Aunt Pamela was given to talking quite freely to Betsey, probably because she had never known what it was to have young people in the house, and her love for them made her open her heart more freely to them than to their elders. Betsey took up the little blue and white plate, on which Aunt Pamela had placed the apple, and started for Amos s room. " You tell your grandmother that I say I can t go to Mrs. Punchard s to-day," Aunt Pamela called after her. " And tell her I say if she wants to go, that you can sit with Amos. There is nothing to do for him. You might read him a chapter if you like ; the fourteenth of St. John or the thirty-seventh psalm is comforting. Or he might like you to sing for him." Betsey went on upstairs, and knocked at the door of the pleasant front room, where the sunlight, streaming in through the window, was softened by the white curtains. The high four-poster bedstead, with its valance of white, and its patchwork quilt, 140 A GIRL OF 76. looked plump and nesty. Amos was not in it, but was sitting in a large chintz-covered armchair before the fire ; a comfortable was tucked about him, and by his side was a small table whereon stood a cup and a candlestick. Grandmother Hall, tall, upright, with the inevitable knitting, sat by the window. She looked up as Betsey entered, but her needles did not stop. Amos opened his eyes wearily, but he smiled when he saw who it was. Betsey delivered her mes sage, and set the plate down on the little stand. "Well, I ll go," her grandmother decided. "There ll be nothing for you to do. If Amos gets thirsty give him some of the boneset tea in that pitcher. Your mother s in the next room if he wants anything else. Keep up a good fire. What s your aunt doing?" "She s baking bread to send to camp." " Oh, well, then she is busy ! Amos, if you want to get back to bed, I guess Betsey s able to help you." Amos smiled in reply, but did not seem inclined for speech. Grandmother left the room, and Betsey settled her self in her place, first seeing that Amos had the apple comfortably near him. " Shall I read to you, Amos ? " she asked presently. "If you like, Betsey." A WAYFARER. 14! So she took her little Bible and began reading the chapter suggested by Aunt Pamela. She drew a little nearer to the fire, for the afternoon was beginning to wane, and the sun had left the windows. After she had read the chapter and the psalm, she sat quite silent. She did not know just what to say to a sick lad, and she turned over in her mind several remarks. Finally she concluded to say, "You don t get strong very fast, do you, Amos ? " "I m doing my best, Betsey, but " What, Amos ? " " Betsey, if you had a hard thing to do, don t you think you ought to do it, whether you feel weak or not? " " I don t know, it depends." "On what?" "On what the thing is. If it ( is a right thing, then it must be done, of course. Is it anything I could do for you, Amos ? " " No, no one can. It must be done by me. I promised." He looked agitated, and in his weakness the tears began to roll down his pale cheeks. " Oh, Amos, don t, don t ! " Betsey was alarmed. She had never before seen him cry, and the sight of tears awed her. Grown persons big boys like Amos never did so. " Shall I call mother ? " she asked. 142 A GIRL OF 76. " No, no, I can t help it, Betsey. It is just because I ve been sick, I guess, I won t do so again;" and with a supreme effort he controlled him self, and made the request, " Betsey, will you hand me that little case under the pillow ? " She obeyed, and gave him the small packet tied up in a leather cover. Amos held it in his hand for a few moments with out speaking, then he said : " After supper will you all come up here? I don t think I ll ever get well till I ve freed my mind. It gets harder every day. It is so dreadful to hurt those who have shown such kindness, but I ll be a coward no longer. Thank you for the reading, Betsey, it did me good." " Let me help you to lie down," she returned, "and then I ll sing to you, Let not your heart be troubled, Amos." He gave an answering smile, and she helped him to his feet and guided him over to the bed. An hour later Mrs. Hall, coming in at twilight, saw Betsey curled up in a big chair before the blazing fire, and Amos calmly sleeping. CHAPTER IX. AMOS S STORY. THE flickering blaze of a candle added little to the firelight which cast its gleam abroad through the room where the family assembled at Amos s request. Back in the shadow sat Betsey by her mother. Aunt Pamela and grandmother, their needles going, occupied chairs near the table. Amos, propped up in the easy chair opposite the fire, looked very grave. It seemed a solemn company to Betsey. " Are you sure you re feeling strong enough, Amos, to see so many of us at once ? " asked Aunt Pamela, solicitously. " Yes ; I ll not get strong till I ve performed my duty, Mrs. Porter." "We d like to hear everything from the start," she said. " We ve not questioned you even about our folks, for we felt when the time came you d tell us. You ve been too sick to be thinking about what we desired, and now we d like to hear all there is to tell, if you feel able." 144 A GIRL OF 76. " I feel able. It s a pretty gloomy story, I ll tell you at once." "Well, we re strong enough to hear it, if you are strong enough to tell it." There was a little pucker of anxiety beginning to show on Aunt Pamela s brow. Amos laid a hand on each arm of the chair and began. "One morning very early, while we were in camp at Cambridge, the drums beat in every regiment, and we were all ordered out, as if for parade. I won dered what it all meant, but I soon found out, for a hollow square was formed, and secret orders from Con gress were read. Then the regiments were picked out to go to Quebec, on an expedition, and next came the order, Volunteers step one step in ad vance. Betsey, sitting with her chin in her hands, never took her eyes off Amos s face. The others were not less interested. "Not one hesitated." Aunt Pamela spoke up proudly. " Father, and Uncle Abiel, and Cousin Abner," put in Betsey. Amos nodded, and his face quivered. He was only a lad, and as yet an invalid. AMOS S STORY. 145 " We marched first to Newburyport, and there we set out in boats for the mouth of the Kennebec. I ll never forget that Sunday we stayed in Newbury port ; it was such a solemn day, and such a sermon as we heard. As many of us as could be marched into the church, went ; then the arms were stacked all up and down the aisles. In the galleries were the people of the town. The Rev. Mr. Spring, our chap lain, spoke to us. He was with us all through that dreadful time." Amos paused as if the memory were too much for him. "Don t tell us now," said Betsey s mother, gently; "wait till you are stronger, Amos." But he shook his head. " I am strong enough ; I want to get it over. Well, we reached the Kenne bec all right. General Morgan went on ahead, and we followed, led by General Arnold. You cannot im agine the loneliness, the grandeur of those big forests through which we had to cut our way. Sometimes the boats had to be carried on the men s backs through swamps, and sometimes they had to drag them up precipices. It was all well enough through October, but when the November rains came on, it was pretty hard. We lost many men at the outset. It grew colder and colder, but we pushed on ; we were nearly starving, for provisions grew scarce. One K 146 A GIRL OK 76. after another dropped by the way, yet few could re fuse to follow where Morgan and Arnold led." Amos paused. Aunt Pamela silently handed him a cup of herb tea. He drank it passively, and handed her back the cup, with eyes turned away and overflowing with tears. "From time to time," he continued, "some, too ill to go on, would be left, and often a watcher was ordered to stay with him to the last, to hunt up some game and to ease his dying moments. You do not know how desolate it was in that howling wilderness. I think I should have lost all heart many a time but for Mr. Abiel Porter, who shielded me as a father would have done. Mr. Stephen Hall was in the advance party, and I saw little of him after the start. He was well, and as resolute as ever when he bade me good-by at last." Amos paused again ; a little nervous quiver passed over him, and then he went on. " Our good chap lain, Mr. Spring, put heart into us who were left to follow. There were many sick and dispirited whom he tended and comforted like a brother. The work of the camp was at first not beyond our powers of endurance, but when snow came, and we had to walk through icy waters, or struggle up precipices and over sharp rocks, it was wearisome, very weari- AMOS S STORY. 147 some. One day I noticed that Mr. Porter stumbled often and the next morning was unable to rise. He was ill, -very ill." Aunt Pamela clasped her hands so tightly that the knuckles looked white and strained, but she said not a word, only leaned eagerly forward. "At first," Amos went on with his story, "we carried him, but at last this seemed no longer possi ble, and I begged leave to stay with him, and hoped as soon as he recovered that we could push on ahead. They left us a small supply of provision, all that could be spared, and in the wilderness we two stayed. For a day or two I thought Mr. Porter seemed about the same, and I hoped the rest and quiet would restore him. I shot a squirrel or two, but he could not eat, and one night he called me to him, and gave me a letter to take to you, Mrs. Por ter. He said : Amos, lad, I want you to comfort my wife as best you can. We had a little one once, and I m going to join him, and " and Amos s voice faltered. " I cannot, I cannot," he murmured. "Go on," said Aunt Pamela in a fierce, hard whisper. Amos still held the little packet in his hand. "After that he grew weaker and weaker, and one bitter night he left me. Oh, Mrs. Porter, you have 148 A GIRL OF 76. been so kind to me, and I must be the one to tell you this, that he is no more. This is his last message ; " o > and the lad with streaming eyes held out the packet. For one moment Aunt Pamela sat mute and mo tionless as a statue. Then she arose to her feet, and lifted her hands high above her head, shrilling out in a voice of strange, unnatural pitch, "The Lord gave and the Lord taketh away." Then she stag gered, and fell in an unconscious heap on the floor. Grandmother Hall dropped on her knees and gath ered the prostrate figure in her arms. " Oh, my sis ter ! my sister!" she said, "we are indeed bereft." "Dear uncle Abiel ! " sobbed Betsey. "Oh, it is hard, so hard ! " Not one of the family but felt stricken by the loss of one so true and brave. Dear, kind, gentle uncle Abiel ! Grief shadowed the house darkly for days. Aunt Pamela went about quietly, never once faltering in the performance of her duty. But there was a mournful look in her eyes which never left them, firm and faithful though she continued to be in word and deed. She redoubled her attentions to Amos, and never wearied of listening to his accounts of the march through the forest. It seemed as if, from the first, the presence of the lad comforted her, and she treated him as if he were her own son. AMOS S STORY. 149 It was not till later that Betsey heard how Amos managed to find his way back. Seeing Aunt Pamela s interest, he went into the details of his adventures. " Left all alone, after I had committed Mr. Porter s earthly body to the grave I was able to dig for him, my first hope was to push on ahead and rejoin the party ; but I lost my bearings, and wandered in a wrong direction. I think I must have been in a sort of a daze from hunger and privation. I wonder that the wild animals in the forest did not devour me, but I was preserved for some purpose. I managed to break the frozen ground with my hatchet, and dig a few roots which helped to sustain me, and water was plentiful. While my powder lasted, I was able to shoot small game ; but at last this gave out, and the roots I could find were my only sustenance. I stumbled on while I could, and then lay where I fell till I could summon fresh strength to go on. I do not know how many days I travelled thus, nor why I did not succumb altogether. I think because I had hope that each day would bring me up to some of my comrades. My clothes were so worn that they could scarcely hold together. My feet were bare, and if it had turned colder instead of warmer, I could not have stood it; but I felt I don t know why that it was worth while to press on, even when it seemed 150 A GIRL OF 76. that each step must be my last. And the time came when I did fail utterly, and I dropped clown, as I thought, to die. I do not know how long I lay with the rain beating on me. I thought I was dreaming when I heard voices close to me. The first words I heard were : See here, Samson, I rather guess we re not the only ones who ve come this way. Here s a young fellow about done for. " Raise him up and let s see/ another voice said. " I was lifted in a pair of strong arms, and some spirits were forced between my teeth. These revived me so that I could open my eyes, and then I saw two sturdy fellows rubbing my hands and feet. Hello, youngster! said one; where on airth did you come from ? Ef you ain t about as big a sur prise as I ever come across, I clunno nawthin about it." Amos s eye twinkled as he imitated the rough woodsman. The boy had been steadily gaining ever since the night when he had given the sad news to the family, and now, a week later, he was more like himself than they had yet seen him. " Go on, Amos," said Stephen, who had been ad mitted to this gathering and was vastly entertained. Amos proceeded. "When I was able I told them who I was, and how I came to be there. You look ready for a fight with the Britishers, said one of AMOS S STORY. 151 them. I dunno, Samson, as we can burden ourselves with a great, overgrown, hearty lummox like this fel low. I guess we d better let him go on and shoot redcoats. " He docs look putty well fed, said the other; where do ye hail from, you bag o bones ? " I told him, and they sat and discussed the situa tion Then one of them said: See here, young man, we re going down the river, and you kin go long, I guess, as fur as we do, and that s to Portland. I guess when we git there we kin git you aboard a boat going to Newburyport, and then you ll be near home. " I was too weak to make any protest, and was glad enough when they lifted me up and carried me to a boat which lay on the river. I didn t realize that I was so near habitations, but there was a settlement not far off, and, at first, the two men thought of leaving me there ; but my one wish was to get home and deliver Mr. Porter s letter, and then report at camp. So they agreed to take me with them, and brought me on, covering me up from the cold and making me a bed of skins to lie on. So that I was comfortable, except that I was, even then, ill, and lay in a sort of a stupor all the way. When we got to Portland I roused sufficiently to know that they were discuss ing: the wisdom of sending me on. Twould be more 152 A GIRL OF 76. merciful to let him die here on a good bed/ said one of the men. I knew enough to object to that, and so I spoke up and said, I don t mean to die. I must go on if I swim. " Swim! said Samson Beebe ; you ll sink before you swim, although you re no heavier than a cork. " But after some powwowing I was transferred to another boat, although I hardly had sense enough left to thank the good men who had brought me thus far." "What were their names?" asked Betsey. " Samson Beebe and Jeremiah Fowle," returned Amos ; " and I shall never forget them, nor their friend Enoch Mason who brought me to Newburyport, and fitted me out with the old clothes he could spare me from his own bundle ; he hadn t much. I should have done pretty well in walking here from Newburyport, if I had not been still too weak to go far at a time ; and I had calculated on getting here in short order till I set out, and then my legs refused to do their duty. But I crawled along, more dead than alive, out of the town, and little by little, each day, made some of the distance, sleeping in some barn at night." " It s a mercy you got here at all," remarked Grand mother Hall. " I don t believe you ve told how much you suffered, but it s easy to see," Aunt Pamela told him. AMOS S STORY. 153 When the others had left the room she remained, and leaning over the lad, who sat with his face buried in his hands, again living over his dreadful experiences, "Amos," the good woman said, " Abiel Porter desired that I should be to you a mother. Will you be to me a son ? " " Oh, Mrs. Porter, how gladly ! but I cannot stay here long, my country needs me." " No, nor do I gainsay you ; but until you are stronger, remain, and think of this house as always your home." "Thank you, Mrs. Porter." "Call me Aunt Pamela;" and bending down she kissed the lad s forehead. He looked up and caught her hand in both of his. "That is the first kiss I have had given me since my mother died," he said. Aunt Pamela was not given to caresses any more than the rest of her New England sisters, but she took the lad s face gently between her hands and said : " Until I join my husband and my own son, you are my boy, Amos. Now, have you made known your presence here to the proper authorities?" " Yes, and my term of enlistment expired Decem ber 3ist." "Ah, then you will reenlist ; but meanwhile there 154 A GIRL F 76. is no reason why you should not abide here, is there?" "Not any." "Your uncle and aunt, where are they?" " My uncle is in the army ; my aunt and her chil dren in Chelmsford with relatives." " Then they do not need you. There comes Betsey ; what news has she that she comes so fast ? " Betsey entered the room, her face glowing. "What do you think, Aunt Pamela? News, Amos, news! On this first day of 1776 Washington has unfurled a banner of our own over the camp. It was told me by one who has just come from there." "And what is it like ? " " Let me see ; I made him tell me very clearly, so I could not forget. It has thirteen stripes, red first, then white, in the field, and in the corner the united crosses of St. George and St. Andrew on a blue ground. Must it not be a pretty one ? " "Truly, it must." " If I but had the colors, I would fashion one for you, Amos ; a tiny one." "I am not a soldier; I perhaps do not deserve it," replied Amos, smiling. "Not a soldier? what is this I hear?" "Amos but means that his term of enlistment AMOS S STORY. 155. expired, like that of many others, on the last day of the year. But do not look so astonished, Betsey; he is not going to be a stay-at-home. As soon as he is quite strong we shall send him forth again. If you will go up garret, I think you may find, in a blue bag hanging on the left side of the far window, some pieces suitable for your banner." "Oh, thank you, aunt." And Betsey s busy fingers were soon at work upon a small flag which, when done, she gayly waved over Amos s head, and routed him for being a plain civilian. Despite the sadness which the boy had brought to the family, he was very happy to be in their midst, and the sweet, sacred relation which he felt now existed between him and Aunt Pamela gave him a new sense of responsibility and pride. Betsey felt herself quite crowded out by this state of affairs, yet she rejoiced at the affection existing between him and her aunt, and even laughingly called him her cousin, but, for all this he seemed so much older and graver that she did not consider herself to be on quite the same footing with him as she had been with her old school-fellow, and she sat silently by while he talked to the older members of the family. Sometimes she caught him looking at her with a spark of the old spirit in his eye. And one day he 156 A tilRL OF 76. said : " Betsey, you are getting quite grown up. You ll have better schooling than I, I m afraid." " I don t care," returned Betsey. " Don t care what ? " "Why, that that I mean I am not grown up, Amos, and you d be just the same whether you had book learning or not. You will always know much, much more than I do; for you have gone through those things that a man endures, and I am still a little girl." " Not a very little girl. You are growing so tall. Many, many a time, Betsey, I ve meant to ask your pardon for having been so cross and stern to you." " I didn t mind anything except your calling me a Tory, and oh, Amos, I ve tried so hard to prove to every one that I was not." " I should think you had, you poor child ! Did my speech rankle so ? I don t think so now. How could I ? I think you re the bravest, most patriotic girl any where. I m so proud of you that I d like to dress you up in boy s clothes, and take you off to war with me." "Oh, Amos!" No higher compliment could be hers. Betsey s face glowed with joy and pride. " I m so glad," she said. " I thought you d never be friends again. I wish I could fight, but I will always do what I can for my country for my father s cause." AMOS S STORY. 157 She looked the very embodiment of girlish enthu siasm, standing there in her homely blue homespun gown. Her little head, with its sleek, soft bands of brown hair, parted above her white forehead, was held erect, her dark eyes shone with patriotic fire, and her red lips were curved in such a smile as one sees on the face of some impassioned saint. Amos sat looking at her steadily. " You dear Betsey," he said presently, in an undertone. Then he dropped his eyes on his book, and did not speak again for some time ; while the girl seated herself on a little stool, and went on with her knitting. From the next room could be heard the constant whir-whir of the spinning-wheel. There was no cessa tion in the labors for the army, and there was, also, much indignant discussion at the tardiness of the men in coming forward to increase the number of troops. "Money, forsooth!" said Aunt Pamela. "Are they fighting for money instead of liberty ? What if they are not paid off ; do their families complain ? At least we women will do our part, and give and give while we have a pennyworth to bestow." It was her voice rising above the hum of the wheel which roused Amos to say: - " There is a new enlistment going on. Betsey, you 158 A CilRL OF 76. know there are more troops sadly needed, and it is too true that they are slow in coming forward. I cannot be a laggard. I am well enough now to go, and I must do it." Betsey dropped a stitch, and forgot to take it up, but she said steadily : " The Lord go with you, Amos. I am sure you are right." A prim little speech to come from the rosy lips of a girl not yet sixteen, but it was to such that she had been reared. " I shall go to-morrow." " Oh, and there is singing-school to-night. I hoped you d go." The girlishness asserted itself now, and Amos smiled, as he rose, displaying his six feet of height. " It will be a pleasant recollection to take away with me. We will go, Betsey. Meantime, I must go and tell Aunt Pamela." The whir of the wheel stopped, and Mrs. Porter compressed her lips, as Amos, standing in the door way, told his decision. Then came the words: "God speed you, my boy. You have tarried longer than you willed, at our desire." "You shall go well provided for," spoke up grand mother, her needles fairly flying as she toed off the stocking she was at work upon. "Yes, my lad," broke in Mary Hall s sweet voice, AM OS S STORY. 159 "we have all been working for you, knowing you must soon be ready to leave." Betsey still sat knitting in the room where they had been talking together. "There," she said, as Amos came back, " I hope your feet won t grow in proportion to your height, or these will soon be too small. Tuck these away in your bundle, Amos, and remember they are not made by a Tory." And she handed the stockings to him, hoping he would not notice two wet spots upon the gray yarn. Amos took them, and said gently, " I shall keep them just as they are." " Oh, no, you mustn t," Betsey s practical sense caused her to object; "you must wear them." "Not till I have to," he replied. " Are they, then, such bungling work ? " asked Bet sey, mischievously. " You know they are not," replied Amos, bluntly. CHAPTER X. "YANKEE DOODLE." THROUGH the cold streets on that nipping evening the two old schoolmates took their way. Betsey with cloak, hood, and mittens bundling her up warmly ; Amos with a snug comforter over ears, and around neck, his mittened hands thrust into the pockets of his new butternut-colored great-coat. Into the schoolhouse the young people of the town were swarming, exchanging nods and witticisms. A dry sort of humor prevailed ; real Yankee wit, which had been learned from their elders as they sat around the fire and indulged their fancy for cracking jokes at the same time that they pleased their appetites by cracking nuts. "What s Parnel saying to you, Ben?" asked Betsey, seeing one of the boys shaking with laughter. " Why don t you laugh, young man? " put in Amos, gravely; "you don t appear to be tickled at all." Ben confessed to being thus amused, because the old singing-master had offered to let little Jonas Whipple sit in his high seat and give out the tunes, 160 "YANKEE DOODLE." l6l that evening. " I guess Jonas will be considerably stuck on some of "em," said Ben. As Jonas was not five years old, and stammered at that, it was a reasonable supposition. " What did Master Eaton promise him that for ? " inquired Betsey. " The little youngster poked a kernel of corn in his ear, and master told him if he d let him get it out he d give him sixpence and let him give out the tunes," Parnel told her. This was so like good old Master Eaton that Betsey joined in the laugh, and the little group en tered the schoolhouse. There was much whispering, talking, and turning over of the leaves of the singing- books, until the master appeared with his big violon cello. He came stumping in, and with a sharp rap of his bow, called the assemblage to order. The small Jonas on his high seat looked around at first somewhat abashed, but he gathered courage and shrilled out, in his high, piping voice, the first tune. There was suppressed tittering, which ceased when Master Eaton looked sharply around. Then came the full, sonorous strains of the cello in the old fugue tunes, with their many twists and turns, chas ings up of the tenors by the basses, holding of high notes by the sopranos, while the altos performed 1 62 A GIRL OF 76. their parts. Earnest, spontaneous, unspoiled voices rang out sweetly, Betsey s among the rest. She and Amos held the same book, and while her voice soared away into the upper octaves, his dropped into the lower register, for the boy, now nearly seventeen, had developed a fine baritone. Such tunes as " St. Martins" and "Brattle Street" with quaint old English glees were heard at this time. It was reserved for a Massachusetts boy, the younger brother of one of Amos Dwight s companion fifers, to give to the world the tune "Coronation." Suddenly, in a silence before the announcement of a tune, a voice in the rear of the hall called out, " Give us God save the King. Like a clarion note came from Amos the cry of "Traitor." Who was the daring individual ? No one seemed to know. Hisses and groans broke the quiet, and Amos, as if inspired, whipped out his fife from the inside of his coat, and putting it to his lips began to play " Yankee Doodle." The old schoolmaster arose, and his wooden leg came clumping down the room. He reached Amos and whispered something to him. The boy nodded, and still playing, he fol lowed the old man to the platform. Every one in the room arose. There was a suppressed excitement "YAXKKK DOODLE." 163 apparent. Master Eaton drew his bow across his cello strings, and the old instrument growled its undertones to the penetrating notes of the fife. " Yankee Doodle," and still " Yankee Doodle," while the old veteran of the old wars and the young volun teer in the battles for freedom led the rest. At last there was an end to it, and Amos, waving his fife over his head, called out : " I m going back to the army to-morrow, boys. Who ll go with me ? We may never get our pay in coin, but we ll get it in whipping the redcoats. Who wants to help drive them out of Boston ? " " I ! I ! " One and another spoke till six boys filed out into the aisle, and carried away by enthusi asm, Amos forgot Betsey, forgot Master Eaton, for got all, save that he, for the moment, was a leader in a great cause. Down the aisle the lads followed Amos, marching well. At the door they were stopped by Master Eaton s voice : " Three cheers for the new flag, for General Washington, and for freedom ! " And upon the air rang out the shout, the girls joining in no less heartily than the boys. " Down with the British ! Death to traitors ! " came next and then the master s voice said solemnly, "Praise God from whom all blessings flow." The excitement subsided, and instead a deep solem- 164 A GIRL OF 76. nity settled upon the company. The boys returned to their places, the old cello sounded the first slow notes of " Old Hundred," and the words of the dignified old hymn arose from the throats of all present. And then they all flocked out, gathering into little knots outside to discuss the exciting events of the evening. Once more Betsey saw Amos march away, but this time it was not to the sound of fife and drum, for he and six other stalwart lads tramped silently down the street, while Aunt Pamela, who had shed no tears when the news of her husband s loss came to her, wept openly. Betsey watched the little company as far as she could see them, from the door, and then she stole up to the dim old room high in the hipped roof, a room smelling of herbs and of musty odds and ends. There was a small window at one end which over looked the street, and to it Betsey crept to see the six lads led by one taller than the rest, still march ing down the street. Smaller and smaller grew the figures, and at last they vanished, while Betsey drew a long sigh. "Ah, if I could only have gone too!" she whispered. But the girl was not allowed to eat the bread of idleness, and at a call from her grandmother she ran "YANKEE DOODLE." 165 downstairs, to find that she was needed in comfort ing little Mary, who had burnt one of her small fingers, and was trying hard not to cry. Mary s troubles helped Betsey to forget her larger ones, and she w r as soon absorbed in her usual duties. And next came a real trouble in the news that her father was a prisoner. The school which Betsey attended was taught by the same Master Eaton who had charge of the sing ing-school. He was an old soldier who had lost a leg in one of the Indian wars, a kindly, genial, courteous gentleman he was, but one who believed in strict discipline and the most correct deportment. Master Eaton was much in demand these days ; for, as scrivener, he was called upon to write many a letter which found its way to camp, and as leader of the singing-school he supplied the one entertainment which was general. And the young people flocked to singing-school once a week, not only because it furnished about their only evening amusement, but because it was a place w r here all the latest news could be gleaned. Betsey s studies were not many ; reading, writing, ciphering, spelling, and defining, and a little grammar were about all. And such queer, old-fashioned books as she used would raise a laugh to-day in any school. l66 A GIRL OF 76. Her chosen companion was Parncl Beman. A hun dred years or so earlier it is quite likely that she would have been considered a witch, such a tricksy, mis chievous little somebody she was. From the first she took a violent fancy to Betsey ; and as she was warm-hearted, perfectly fearless, bright as a button, and an enthusiastic lover of the cause of freedom, the two girls became great friends. " Betsey," whispered Parnel, one morning before school, " I want to speak to you at noon. Don t you go off and eat your luncheon with any one else." "I promise," returned Betsey; and then she gravely and decorously took her seat, opening her Webster s book of grammar, and trying very hard to remember her exceedingly dry lesson. Later in the clay she would parse in some abstruse book of poetry. She liked this kindly, genial Master Eaton better than most of the teachers she had known in Charlestown, for she soon found that no such punishments as pull ing of hair, tweaking of noses, boxing of ears, or the snapping at them with India rubber were resorted to by Master Eaton. Neither did he set a chip of very uncomfortable size between the jaws of pupils to prevent whispering. Rarely was one feruled on the hand. A dunce cap would perhaps be used, or a girl who forgot her dignity \vas made to sit with "VAXKEK DOODLE." 167 the boys, to her everlasting shame and confusion ; or a boy would have a girl s apron tied on him, and be placed in the girls seats, his red ears, and con scious, shame-faced grin showing how disgraced he felt himself to be. Yet Master Eaton kept excellent order, and after his wooden leg had gone thumping up the aisle, you could have heard a pin drop. On this special morning Betsey worked diligently, and at the noon recess went out to find Parnel en sconced in a corner of the steps, with her lunch- basket beside her. Betsey was getting to be one of the big girls, and did not race about quite so freely as she had done a year before. The boys were in a jolly mood, for the first freeze had come, and there were great plans being made for going to the pond to skate or slide. " Betsey," said Parnel, making room for her, " can t you go down to the pond on Saturday afternoon ? It will be a half-holiday, you know." Betsey shook her head. " No ; I always have my sewing and mending then." " Ah, but just this once. Your mother wouldn t mind. I ve a whole pocketful of chestnuts, and the boys are going to make a fire, and we girls are going to take apples and roast them, and then \ve can have a feast. My mother ll give me a big piece of lection 168 A GIRL OF 76. cake and some turnovers. I know she will, for it is baking day ; and Anne Pierce is going to bring doughnuts. Can t you bring something?" Betsey shook her head again. " We don t have those things now ; we live as plain as plain can be, so as to send everything to camp." Parnel looked quite abashed for a moment ; she had not exercised such self-denial, and she felt that Betsey had risen to loftier heights by reason of her sacrifices. " Oh, but, Betsey," she continued, her humility not lasting long, " you don t have to have anything. Everybody will know you have sent your share to the soldiers, and I ll divide with you. Just this once. Your mother won t care. I ll come and ask her; then if she says yes, will you go ? " Betsey did not believe there was much prospect of this request being granted, but she was only too glad to promise to do her part, the more so that when she reached home she found that Timothy Powell had been there, and had left her a big bag of apples and several ears of pop-corn. "Oh, I m sorry I didn t see him," she exclaimed, at sight of this little gift. " He s such a real good man, mother, and, oh, mother, mayn t I go down on the pond, Saturday afternoon ? The boys say the ice is "YANKEE DOODLE." l6q fine, and we re going to build a fire and all bring something for a feast. I could take some pop-corn and apples, and I should so like to go." " You would much better have a fast than a feast," remarked her grandmother, who had overheard her. "That is wanton indulgence in these times. Polly, I should advise Betsey s learning that it is not a time for indulging the poor, perishing body. It would be much more to your credit, my child, if you and your companions were to mortify the flesh in this time of our country s danger." Betsey dropped her eyes. She didn t think it would really be such a terrible thing to go out on the ice with her friends. She would send all the apples but a few to the soldiers, and Stephen should share the pop-corn with her. She was still child enough to wish for play-time, and presently she lifted her eyes wist fully to her mother, but Mary Hall was busily stitch ing away at the warm clothing she was getting ready to send to camp, and she did not see the look in her daughter s face. But Parnel had laid her plans, and on Saturday she came with a sedate manner bearing a message from her mother to Mrs. Hall. Betsey had told of her supply of pop-corn and apples. " My very own, they are," she said triumphantly, and Parnel s black I/O A GIRL OF 76. eyes danced ; but she looked very demure as she gave her message. " Mother wants to know, Mrs. Hall, if you will allow Betsey to spend the afternoon with me. She can bring her sewing. We, too, are working for the soldiers, and my mother thought it would not be amiss if we shared the pleasure of the afternoon." Betsey stared. She was about to say, " Why, Parnel, I thought you were going down on the ice- pond;" but her mother spoke, and Betsey would never dream of interrupting an older person, an example of politeness which it might not be so easy to find nowadays. So when her mother said, " Give my compliments to your mother, Parnel, and say I am pleased to accept her invitation for Betsey, you may go, daughter," -- Betsey ran off, thinking how kind of Parnel to give up her frolic for her sake ; and she presently appeared cloaked and hooded, and carry ing her little work-bag, which held her sewing. " I believe I ll take an ear or two of pop-corn," she decided on her way downstairs ; " for Parnel has none, and she was so kind as to come for me." So the two little girls set out, two ears of pop-corn being thrust into the work-bag, and two into Betsey s pocket. "YANKEE DOODLE." 171 There was a mischievous look in Parnel s eyes which Betsey did not understand until she reached the house where the Bemans lived. "Here s Betsey, mother," said Parnel. Mrs. Beman came forward. " So her mother did not deny you ? I am glad to see you, Betsey. Here, Parnel, is your basket. Hurry along now, and have your frolic." Betsey looked amazed, but Parnel hustled her out of the house; and when they were outside, she laughed heartily at her friend s puzzled countenance. " Your mother said you could come. She did, she did ! You are my company, and I can take you where I choose. We are going to the ice-pond, after all, Miss Betsey." "Oh, no! no!" Betsey exclaimed, startled and hor rified. "But you will." " I cannot." " But, Betsey, I asked your mother if you could spend the afternoon with me, and she said you could. How can you if you don t go to the ice- pond where I shall be ? " Such reasoning was too subtle for Betsey to answer at once, but at last she protested. " You said I could bring my sewing." 1/2 A GIRL OF 76. "Well, was there any reason why you couldn t?" " And you said you, too, were sewing for the soldiers." " So we are." They were walking along rapidly, and each mo ment brought them nearer the pond. Suddenly Bet sey stopped short. " Oh, Parnel, I cannot go." "Why?" " My mother did not say I could." "Did she say you couldn t?" "No; grandmother advised her not to allow me." "Well, that was all that was said, wasn t it?" "Yes." " You great gump ! Then how do you know she wouldn t ? She said you could spend the afternoon with me, and that is positive. The other isn t. I don t think you re very polite, when my mother sent the message." Betsey was troubled. She did want so much to go on the ice, and Parnel s sophistry at length won her ; for she reluctantly agreed to go, yet feeling a consciousness of wrong-doing which was not at all agreeable. However, as the afternoon wore on, she almost forgot that she had felt any compunctions. It was "YANKEE DOODLE." 173 such fun to go spinning down a particularly fine slide, to be whizzed over the ice by a couple of boys, whose skates carried them flying along; and even if she fell off the sled all in a heap, it only added to the merriment. When had she been in such a jolly crowd ! And then the big roaring fire, which the boys kin dled, and around which they all thronged, was so cheering. It was so appetizing to smell apples roast ing, and to see corn, held in shovels over hot embers, popping in every direction, while the boys scrambled to pick up the snowy kernels. And then the dough nuts, lection cake, and other dainties, which appeared mysteriously from pockets and bundles, tasted far better than they did \vhen decorously eaten at table. Every one was specially pleasant to Betsey. They knew she had gone through tribulation, and the boys, especially, could not forget the stories of her adventures, which she was made to repeat more than once. At last, one after another came to a realizing sense that it was dark, that it was Saturday, that the morrow would be the Sabbath, and that it behooved all re spectable lads and lasses to get home, lest there might be extra temptation to lie abed the next morn ing, and also for fear that they might not be in a sufficiently serious frame of mind ; for the old Puritan 1/4 A GIRL OF 76. ideas still lingered, and Saturday evening was a season of preparation. So down this and that street the children skurried, Parnel accompanying Betsey to her very door. " I have had a fine time, Parnel," said the latter; but she did not dare stop to waste words, for it was already late, and she was beginning to feel more of those com punctions which for the past tw r o hours had not been heard from. CHAPTER XI. A QUEER DINNER. ETSEY opened the door hastily, and went into the big room, where the fire, sending sparkling glints over the furniture, showed dancing lights upon brass handles and polished surfaces. Three or four persons sat around the chimney-place, and all looked up as Betsey, with cheeks glowing and eyes bright from exercise, brought a vision of health and spirits with the breath of cold air which swept into the room as she entered. She was received in silence till her grandmother asked solemnly, "Betsey, where have you been?" It wasn t quite honest, but it was a natural result of what had gone before that her answer was, " Mother said I might spend the afternoon with Par- nel Beman." " But I did not say you might go to the ice-pond, Betsey. My child, how could you deceive me ? " There was grief as well as sternness in her mother s tone. Betsey glanced around the room. There sat grand- 175 1/6 A GIRL OF 76. mother, her knitting-needles sharply clicking. There sat Aunt Pamela, her needles not less busy ; only in her mother s lap was a half-finished stocking lying. And the fourth figure, which had stirred as the girl entered, but which grandmother s sharp nod deterred from yielding to an impulse to run forward and greet Betsey ? Why, that was Lyddy, sweet, pretty Lyddy ! " Oh," Betsey exclaimed. But her grandmother saw the move ment toward Lyddy s chair, and prevented it. " Go to your room, and go to bed, Betsey," she said. " Perhaps if you commune with yourself you will be in a repentant frame of mind by the Sabbath. You have been taught that this evening should be one of prepa ration, and not to be wasted in poor carnal pleasures. In my youth we regarded the last evening of the week as the time to be devoted to solemn thought and self- examination so as to be ready for the sacred duties of the morrow." Betsey looked appealingly at her mother, whose eyes were, however, cast down, and whose low voice said, " Go, Betsey; I will come to you." Poor little Betsey ! it did seem terrible to be thus dis graced before company, in the presence of Lyddy, to whom she had only lately appeared as such a heroine. Oh, it was such a mortifying sentence, to be sent to bed like a baby ! She who had thought herself almost a woman, who had been so uplifted because her father A QUKKR DINNER. 1 77 had thought her so worthy of his respect. The hot tears coursed down the child s checks as she meekly took her way upstairs, and as meekly she undressed and got in between the cold sheets. She reached out and found her father s letter which lay in between the leaves of her Bible. She clasped it in her hand as if its presence were a solace. Then came the dreadful thought, suppose her grandmother or some one should tell him of this punishment. Oh, she could stand any thing better than that, and now the tears came faster and faster, and by the time her mother came to her the pillow was wet with them. Her dear mother ! Betsey poured out her heart to her, and perhaps because Mary Hall had not forgotten certain shortcomings of her own girlhood, or because she felt that Parnel was the real sinner, she was very gentle in her reproof. " You did not forbid me to go, mother," Betsey said. " No, my child, I did not, but you know I did not ex pect you to go, and that I thought you at Mrs. Beman s house. You did not disobey in the letter, perhaps, but in the spirit. It was deceit of a very dangerous kind, daughter." Betsey heaved a great sigh. She knew all that, and then she faltered out her plea that her father might not be told, if he ever returned. 178 A GIRL OF 76. Her mother promised this, and furthermore told her that her cousin Lydia had come to spend the Sabbath, that Timothy Powell was to call for her and go with her to camp, where her lover lay ill. " And," said Mrs. Hall, after a little hesitation, " as I think you are truly penitent, Betsey, and since you are less to blame than I at first thought, I will tell you that Lydia hopes you will go with her to Cambridge. She has an aunt there who will take charge of you. I will tell you more on Monday." " Oh, mother! " Betsey sat up straight in bed. " Oh, mother, am I to go ? Tell me but that one thing." Her mother did not reply for a moment, and then yielding to a kindly impulse, she answered, " I think we shall permit it." At the same time, she laid her cool hand against the hot, t^ar-stained cheek. Betsey drew the kind hand to her lips and kissed it. She was so grateful for this little rift in the clouds surrounding her. "Ah, mother, you are so good," she sighed. "There is no one like you. How could I be such a naughty child ! " And the poor little contrite girl, filled with self-reproach, and a sense of having committed a most flagrant sin, thought nothing of having gone without her supper, although it is likely she did not need it, and an hour later when her mother looked in on her, she lay fast asleep, A QUEER DINNER. 179 wet drops still clinging to the long lashes, her little brown head covered completely by her close night cap, and her hand tightly clasping her father s letter. It would have been a more than usually solemn Sabbath to Betsey if she had not looked forward to the prospect of a pleasant visit from Lydia. Her grandmother wore her Sunday face, which was a most lugubriously lengthened visage, and a funereal quiet reigned in the house. Lydia, to Betsey s relief, was as sweet and cordial as if she had not seen the culprit arraigned for sen tence, and Betsey appreciated this. To be sure, grand mother eyed them sharply, when she saw them whispering together, and warned them not to carry on a light conversation ; reminding them that they ought to be storing their minds with such knowledge as holy books would give them, and advised Fox s " Book of Martyrs " and Taylor s " Holy Living " for their perusal. The two girls accepted the sugges tion obediently, but that f did not prevent their thoughts from wandering, and many significant and sympa thetic glances from passing between them, so that although Betsey s eyes read the words which related about John Rogers, his wife, and seven small children, she was in reality travelling along toward camp, wishing that her father were to be there. However, ISO A t;iRL OK 76, she looked forward to seeing many whom she did know, and she counted over her little store of apples in her mind, dividing them up, in thought, among her friends. It is not at all likely, either, that Lydia took in the sense of the book over which her fair head was bend ing, for every tick of the solemn old clock, in the corner, meant that a second of time had elapsed, and that her meeting with Joseph Pearce was that much nearer. It was small wonder, then, that the most serious subject for her to contemplate at that moment was her lover s health. They were two excited and eager maidens who mounted Timothy Powell s big wagon the next morn ing. All sorts of bags and bundles were stowed in around them ; clothing and food in large and small quantities, as the senders could afford ; medicines and supplies of all kinds ; and the party as they set off looked much as if they had provisioned themselves lor a trip to the west. Many precious packages had been sent before this, for thirteen thousand coats had been demanded by the Provincial Congress for the use of the army, and these were largely supplied by the devoted women, who not only made them, but spun and carded the wool and wove on their looms the cloth of which they were made. And as a man A nUKKK LUNXKK. iSl serving for eight months was promised one of these coats, they were considered very choice articles. For how many days Betsey had watched the big- wheel turning around, her aunt Pamela, her mother, or her grandmother, stepping briskly to the tune of the humming. Hut October, when the coats were required, was now past, and shirts, stockings, or breeches were the principal garments sent. Already many a house had been stripped of its blankets to cover the shivering lads at camp. Later, would come the order for more, and already spinning-wheels were whirring busily day and night in anticipation. All went well with the little travelling company for a time. The roads were not good, to be sure ; for there had come a thaw which did not add to their condition of safety, after so many heavy teams had passed over them ; but Timothy s horses strained and pulled heartily most of the distance, but finally a sudden lurch came, a crack and a snap, as the wheels went down suddenly and deeply into an unobserved mud-hole. "Wai, I vum ! " said Timothy, ruefully. "I dimno as we ain t broke down." He looked around to see where the nearest help could be obtained. This was a lonely part of the road, and a single house lav a short distance awav, 1 82 A GIRL OF 76. the only one within sight. Timothy looked from it to the girls. " I ain t so sure of them folks ; near as I kin recollect they re suspected of being blamed Tories, and I dunno as I want to ask a favor of em ; but this wagon s got to be fixed, or we can t go on. I guess we ll have to make the best of it and go up there. You gals can stay till I get this axle-tree into shape again." The girls looked at each other in dismay ; neither relished the idea. Timothy stood a moment, rubbing his stubby chin, and looking from one girl to the other, as if in a brown study. Finally he said, " S posin you get out first, Betsey Hall. I want a word with you." Betsey obeyed, and following a beckoning finger, went behind the wagon with Timothy, who said in a low voice : " I know you re to be trusted; besides that, you ain t nawthin but a little girl nohow, and folks won t suspect you. I ve got a letter here Mis Parker wanted I should take to Gin ral Washington. I dunno as there s anything very partickiler in it, and then again I dunno as there ain t. Cap n Parker, up to Canady, got it to her somehow, an Mis Parker thinks maybe some of the news in it might give the gin ral a notion of how things air going on in some directions. Any how, tain t wise to let it fall into the hands of the inimy, A QUEER DINNER. 183 and I want you should take keer of it. Twon t be so likely to git nabbed. Just hide it in the buzzum of your frock. If anything should happen, destroy it if you can. I m noway disposed to think anything is goin to happen. Tain t likely, but you can t tell these times. Lyddy s older n you an goin to camp sweet-heartin , so they might think she had papers, but I rather guess they ll not suspect you." And tak ing from an inside pocket a letter, he handed it to Betsey, who concealed it in her frock and then stood waiting for Lydia to join her. This she presently did, and with Timothy taking the lead they made their way to the house, where the necessary help was promised them. Leaving the two girls, Timothy, accompanied by a lad, went back to mend the broken wagon, and the two girls were left at the house to wait for him. The woman who received them eyed them rather sharply before she bade them come in and warm them selves. She conducted them to an upper room, where a fire offered its comforting warmth. A man writing at a table arose and left the room, taking some papers with him. Betsey thought his face looked familiar, and as she sat warming herself she wondered where she had seen the man before. The girls in the quiet room were left alone. They talked in a low, subdued 1 84 A GIRL OF 76. tone. It seemed to them as if they could not be quite sure of a welcome, although the mistress of the house had spoken pleasantly, and had expressed her concern at their accident. The place was so still that the murmur of voices in another room could be heard. It was not long before the woman came back, and going up to Betsey, said, " My husband would like to speak to you." The girl addressed looked up in surprise. The man did know her, then. Who was he ? " I suppose my friend can come too ? " she said. The woman looked embarrassed. " It is you he wishes to speak to." " I will go, too," said Lyddy, rising and coming to the door, as if to frustrate any attempt to prevent her going. Quick as a wink the woman gave Betsey a little push back into the next room, shut the door, turned the key in the lock, and left her alone. For a moment she felt disposed to smile : it was all done so quickly, and she was so surprised at finding herself in another apartment. There was no fire here. A big four-poster bedstead with feather-bed atop, a few chairs, an escritoire, and a table constituted the furniture. Betsey tip-toed across the room and sat down. She wondered how long she would be shut A QUEER DINNER. 185 up ; if she were to be searched ; if Lyddy, too, were to be put under lock and key. " Nice doings," she said aloud. Then the key in another door turned, and a man stood before her. As she looked up she suddenly recognized him. He was the man who had set her down so suddenly in the road during that memorable journey from Beverly. Yes, he was the spy whom she had so desired to cap ture, and a second time he had her in his power. He stood smiling down at the girl, who, straight and tall, stood before him with defiance written on every line of her face. "Well, miss," he began, "so we have the pleasure of a second meeting. It is a kindness most unex pected to receive a visit from you." " I shouldn t have come if I could have helped it," responded Betsey, bluntly. " Right well I know that, fair damsel ; but, since you are here, we will have a little chat. I am desir ous that you should receive, at least, the courtesy of that much attention from me. Pray, did you meet with any adventures on your way to Salem after I last parted from you?" " I met with none so unpleasant, sir, as that which threw me in your company." "The same spirit, I see. For so young a maid, 1 86 A GIRL OF 76. methinks you do not possess the meekness one could look for." Betsey stood stiff as an Indian, but vouchsafed no reply. " Pray be seated," continued the man. " I would have further speech with you, miss, and ask you a few questions. You may remember I was interested in hearing of your kinsfolk, of the movements of your father, and what not ; perchance you are now bear ing a letter to camp from him or some other." The man spoke at random, and was really only teasing the child, but she started and bit her lip, so that he leaned forward and looked at the child with added interest. " So," he said, after a pause, " my little maid, be so good as to hand me over that letter." Betsey was silent. She was too truthful to deny the charge, but she would not give up the letter, that she would not, so she decided ; consequently she sat now very pale, but very determined. " Ah, you will not, I see. Well, then, we must have you searched. I had not thought of treating you uncivilly, but it seems I have chanced upon a discovery, and the adage, many a true word is spoken in jest, fits the case. My wife will see you presently, miss." And the man arose from his chair. A QUEER DINNER. 187 At the same moment some one rapped at the door. "James," a voice called. The man opened and answered. "Two of your friends are below," Betsey managed to hear. "They are waiting. Papers despatches These words she made out. Then something was said which she could not hear. " I must give them something to eat first. It will do her good to rest here awhile," at last the woman outside was heard to say in a louder voice. The man returned. " I must ask you to excuse me, young lady. My wife will call on you a little later; meanwhile, make yourself at home." And go ing to the desk in the corner, he unlocked it, ran over several papers, selected two or three, re-locked the desk, and passing out of the door of the room, shut and locked that after him. Betsey sat still and listened for a moment. Then she went to the door of the next room, and put her mouth to the crack. " Lycldy ! Lyddy ! " she called softly. Not a sound. She then explored the room, tried the window. It was fastened down securely. She looked up the chimney. Nothing but soot and ashes, and far up a bit of cold blue winter sky could be seen. Then she thought of her concealed letter. She 1 88 A GIRL OF 76. must destroy it, but how get rid of the bits ? The floor was bare, the windows offered no possibilities; the room was empty of any hiding-place. Betsey listened for any noise from outside. From what she had been able to overhear, it was evident that she would not be intruded upon for some time. And what of Timothy? Would these men perhaps capture him and his wagon-load of stores, here on patriotic ground ? Betsey s blood boiled at the thought. She would inform her people of these vile Tories, who sat like spiders in a web to capture the unwary. But what should she do with the letter, which she now drew from her bosom, listening mean while to every sound, and dreading to hear a foot upon the stair ? The seals of the wrapping had been broken, but it had been re-sealed, and Betsey first removed the wax, grinding it into the stone beneath with her heel. Then she tore up the letter into small pieces, trying to make up her mind, meanwhile, how she should dispose of them. There seemed to be abso lutely no way in the bare, bleak room, but discover it these persons should not; and at last, all other alternations failing, the prisoner conceived of but one plan, and that was, to eat up the letter, bit by bit. There was an irony of fate in this, for from below A Ol KKK DINNER. 189 stairs came up the odors of cooking, and she fancied a bountiful table, furnished, it might be, from Timo thy Powell s well-filled wagon. At this thought the eating of the letter became easier, although, said Betsey afterward, "It was rather a queer dinner;" and it was certainly not a very digestible one. She had hardly finished this very unsatisfactory meal, when feeling the room to be too cold, and the sitting still too tiresome for an active little body like herself, she began to pace the floor in order to stir her blood. She was quite elated over having dis posed of the only possible object which could bring suspicion upon her, and did not dread the re appearance of the woman who, she expected, would search for contraband articles or papers. Her pocket contained a few butternuts, and a little house wife which her grandmother had given her before she started, saying that there was no knowing but what she might need it on her journey. Betsey remembered the butternuts ; she took them as dessert, and then resumed her marching. CHAPTER XII. OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. ALL at once Betsey s eye caught sight of a corner of paper protruding from under the crack of the door. Could Lyddy have thrust it there ? With eager fingers she drew it out, but, to her sur prise, found it was not addressed to her, but to one of the commanders of the British forces at Boston. She hesitated a moment before she opened it, and then she only glanced at the heading, for she shrank from being a spy even in a good cause. It might, or might not, be an important document ; she con cluded she would not try to find that out, but it must not reach its destination. The man in leaving the room had stopped to lock the door ; it must have been then that he dropped it. She remem bered the latch had stuck and he had opened the door again before finally locking it. She turned the document over. It was rather too bulky, she re flected, to get rid of as easily as the other. " I can t possibly eat it," she said to herself, " and if I hide it, they ll be sure to find it if they search 190 OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. IQI me." Her host would probably miss it and come back for it. If she would dispose of it she must hurry ; what should she do ? She put her hand into the pocket hanging beneath her frock and felt to see if there were a remaining butternut, for she was getting very hungry. There was none, but she drew forth the little housewife, " huzzif," Betsey called it. The sight of it gave her an inspiration and she tore up the paper in her hand. Then she stealthily approached the big feather-bed, lifted the covers, and looked along the edge where the ticking was sewed together. She managed to rip a little place, and through this hole she thrust her bits of paper into the yielding mass. Her grandmother was right ; she had needed her housewife that very day, for a needle and thread soon repaired the rent, and no one would be the wiser. It would be many a day before the feather-bed would be ripped apart, and then what matter if the bits of paper were found ? It would be then too late for any serious result. Well satisfied with her work, Betsey returned her little housewife to her pocket and sat clown to wait events, and when at last she heard footsteps she welcomed them as bringing her deliverance. When the door was opened, her hostess appeared with a plate of hot dinner which she set down, IQ2 A GIRL OF 76. saying, "You must be hungry. I am sorry to have to obey my husband s orders to search you. He believes you have some papers concealed." " I am entirely ready," returned Betsey, cheerfully. The woman looked a little surprised. " Well, eat your dinner first," she said ; "you have had a long fast." Betsey smiled as she thought of the peculiar nature of the meal if so it could be called which she had eaten while dinner was going on downstairs, but she ate the food brought her, and then under went the process of being searched. She endured it quite calmly, and even helped the woman to turn sleeves and pockets inside out. "Nonsense," said Mrs. Bond. "It was absurd, and I said so from the first. I am sorry you had to go through such an ordeal." Betsey only smiled again. She felt so delightfully safe. She was conducted below stairs where she found Lydia anxiously waiting. She, too, had been a pris oner, and had not been less suspiciously dealt with, and she looked annoyed and indignant, but Betsey s face wore a triumphant smile as she caught sight of Mr. Bond. "So you fooled us after all," he exclaimed, "you little rebel ! I suppose we shall have to let you all OLD FRIEXDS AND FOES. 193 go. You are about as innocent a crowd as we are likely to find. Even that one-armed old countryman hasn t a scrap of treasonable stuff about him." They were allowed to depart quietly, although Timothy told the girls that the wagon had been plundered while he was taken into the barn. How ever, there was not much damage done, for the wagon was standing out on the road, and the plunderers were too easily seen by chance passers-by, who, if they had suspected for a moment what was going on, would have rescued the little company. Timothy gave Betsey a questioning look when she came up to him, and she answered with a laugh. "Did you manage it?" he asked in a low tone. She nodded. " What did you do with it ? " he asked. "I ate it," she whispered back. Timothy stared at her a moment, then he burst into a hearty laugh, slapping his knee and saying, "I vum ! if you don t beat old Sancho." " I m going to get that den of thieves cleared out," he added, "just as soon as I can inform on em. I vum ! if it ain t a pretty how-do-you-do when folks are made prisoners in sight of their own friends. We d ought to have taken every one of that crowd to camp, tied to the tail of the wagon." 194 A GIRL OF 76. They were jogging along comfortably when the rapid beat of horses hoofs was heard behind them. Three men were galloping furiously toward them. In a moment they had stopped the wagon. James Bond and the other men were evidently bent on further detaining the travellers. "We want one of these young women," said one of the men in excited tones. Timothy whipped up his horses, but it did no good, for they were soon brought to a halt, and he was obliged to enter into a parley. " Tell us what s the trouble," he ventured. "I have missed one of my papers," James Bond told him. " I had it in my hand when I left the room, and now it cannot be found." " Have you got it, Betsey ? " asked Timothy. Bet sey set her lips firmly ; she wanted to gain time. "You must think I m a nice sort of a critter to hand over a little gal to such men as you," said Timothy. " Darn ye ! " "Then we ll take you all," declared one of the men. "Oh, no! no!" cried Lydia. To be so near to her beloved and have this bitter thing deter her, was more than she could endure in silence. Presently one of the men leaned down from his OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. 195 horse and looked in at Betsey. "Why," he ex claimed, " it is little Elizabeth Hall." " Oh, Captain Yorke !" responded Betsey. "Hush, hush! not so loud," he said. "Why, my little friend, this is serious. Our friend here swears you have carried off his papers." "But I haven t." " I m afraid we shall have to prove it." "Oh!" cried Lydia, again, "don t stop us." "No," interposed Betsey; "don t stop the wagon. I assure you, solemnly, Captain Yorke, that neither of these, my companions, know anything about the papers of which you are in quest. Pray let us go on." " And how about you, Elizabeth ? " Betsey was silent. Captain Yorke withdrew to one side, with a troubled look, and conferred with his friends in quiet tones. Then he came forward, saying : " Elizabeth, would you trust yourself in my care ? I swear to you," turning to Timothy, " that not a hair of the child s head shall be hurt, but that she shall receive safe conduct to her home, but I must consider her my prisoner. The other young lady and yourself shall go free." "Humph!" said Timothy; "I guess I can stand my ground with the one arm I ve got left." 196 A GIRL OF 76. Betsey sat as stiff as a ramrod. She could say neither yea nor nay. All sorts of plans were passing swiftly through her mind. If she should consent to go, Lydia could reach her sick lover sooner, and she knew every delay was an anxious one to her cousin. After a silence, she said, addressing herself to Timo thy : " Captain Yorke is my mother s good friend, and mine. I do not think my mother would feel alarmed if I were to trust myself to him. He has partaken of our hospitality, and has been received under our roof. I do not believe he will do us despite. I prefer to go with him ;" and she stood up, then without further word climbed down from the wagon, and stood by the road with a face of proud resolve. " Oh, Betsey, Betsey ; " Lydia was weeping. "Never mind. I m not at all afraid," Betsey reas sured her. " You must go on with Lydia, Timothy. I shall get home without any trouble. That I well know." So she was lifted up on the saddle behind Cap tain Yorke, and instead of going to Cambridge, was borne away toward Boston town, and never saw camp at all. But she had very different thoughts from those which filled her mind on the day when she had OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. 1 97 been similarly seated with Uncle Benjamin on her way to Gloucester. In the hands of the British ! What an experience ! Yet ever and anon the little maid smiled quietly, for she felt herself perfectly safe, and it tickled her sense of humor to think of James Bond unconsciously sleeping upon the feather bed which contained the letter under dispute. She knew Captain Yorke would take proper care of her. She trusted him, for her mother had declared that he was a gentleman. Once in a while the captain addressed a remark to her. " Are you comfortable, little one ? " "Yes, sir," Bjtsey would reply. " Have you any kinsfolk left in Boston town ? " once he inquired. " Yes, sir. I have a cousin there." "And is she, too, a rebel ?" The captain smiled. " I fear she is not loyal, sir. She has wealth and position, and is not willing to yield them to the cause of her country." " Then she is loyal. You are a bold little prisoner. Don t you know you are talking treason ? " " I should feel myself a traitor, indeed, if I did not obey my conscience, even were my father s cause not mine." The captain said no more. lie had not come to 198 A GIRL OF 76. the Colonies to enter into a war, even of words, with women, and he did not resent Betsey s answer, of that she felt sure. She wondered what Amos would say if he were to chance upon her riding along, under the escort of one of the king s soldiers, albeit he was in citizen s clothes. Not once had she seen Amos, and but once had she heard from him since that day when be marched away from Salem. She gave a little sigh, which the captain noted. " Are you weary, my little maid ? " "Not so very, sir. I am but thinking of an old play mate of mine, a brave young fifer he was, but now he is in the ranks. I was wondering when I should see him again." " Your little sweetheart, eh ? " Betsey blushed. Such a thought had not entered her mind. "Oh, no, sir! he is but a brother to me. I am too young to give thought to marriage. My mother would deem it out of place, if I did so." "Ah, well!" said the captain, "youth does not last, and your years will not long stand in the way of your romances." But Betsey turned the conversation by asking how long before they would reach Boston. They were taking a roundabout route that the riders OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. 199 might escape detection. They had long ago left Timothy and his wagon far behind them, and had galloped rapidly across country toward the sea-coast, where a little vessel in waiting took them up and landed them within a short distance of Charlestown. The main body of the British army was intrenched upon Bunker Hill ; three floating batteries lay in Mystic River near the camp, and a twenty-gun ship below the ferry between Boston and Charlestown. Another division was stationed at Roxbury neck. The light horse and a small body of infantry remained in Boston. The American army s lines extended over a space of about twelve miles. The right division occupied the ground from Roxbury to Dorchester, the left was covered by the Mystic or Medford River. It was, therefore, through Charlestown that Betsey rode on her way to Boston town. As the familiar land marks of the country rose before her, the girl s eyes grew dim. But what changes since she had fled from the burning town ! Now on Bunker Hill was estab lished an army. Yonder blackened heap of ruins was all that was left of the once pleasant little village. Down the streets, through which her feet had many a time run gayly, now the wind swept, tossing the dust from the road over the desolate heaps of charred sticks. 2OO A GIRL OF 76. What ravages of war ! What grim reminders of sacri fices for liberty ! Captain Yorke and his friend did not tarry beyond the time necessary to reply to the challenge of the sentries. The captain felt keenly for the girl with him, whose heart must be saddened by the scenes be fore her, and he spared her all the pain he could, by taking such a route as would not bring them very near her former home ; and she was grateful for this delicate consideration, which showed that Captain Yorke would not subject her to anything more disa greeable than could be helped. The ferry crossed, Boston reached, the captain looked a little worried as he turned to his companion who had ridden all the way at a short distance be hind them. " We must be sure of avoiding smallpox neighbor hoods," he said in a low tone. " Yes, captain." " What is the name of your cousin ? " he asked Betsey. "Mistress Margaret Gould;" and Betsey added the address. " You are sure she has not left the city ? " "I think not; we have not heard of it." "Many have done so," returned the captain. "We are not very abundantly provisioned as you know." OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. 2OI Betsey smiled. Did she not know how disease and starvation were dire foes which confronted the British at this time ; and had she not seen many of those who had been given safe transport from the town, and to whose tales of destitution and misery she had listened eagerly? Oh, yes, she was not unacquainted with what Boston had to offer her guests during the siege. "I know well, sir," she replied, "that plenty does not abound in Boston. I wonder my cousin remains." " Your cousin, yes. By the way, Dukehart, do you know Mistress Margaret Gould ? " " I have that honor, captain ; a very gentle lady she is, too. She has entertained many of us under her roof, and is devoted to His Majesty s cause." " Aha ! that is good ; and her home is free from infection ? " " Yes, captain, so I believe." The captain s brow cleared. "Then we will go straight there, Mistress Elizabeth. It will relieve me of much anxiety on your score, and I shall feel that your mother could not have clone better herself." Consequently, Betsey was borne toward her cousin s door. She saw the steeple of old Christ Church loom up before her, from which had twinkled forth the beacon that sent Paul Revere upon his never-to- 2O2 A GIRL OF 76. be-forgotten ride. Then she beheld Old South Church, from which, she remembered her father had told her, marched the men in Indian disguise, who overthrew the tea in Boston harbor, that tea which brewed so dire a quarrel. Directly past the old church they went, and as they approached, a party of gay British cavalry rode forth from its very doors. " Oh ! " exclaimed Betsey, shocked into an expres sion of surprise. Captain Yorke laughed. "That is our riding school, Elizabeth. You will not see Boston town wearing quite its former look." The Common was covered with barracks, and a fort stood near the old elm tree, while red-coated soldiers paraded the walks of the time-honored play-ground. Boston town, under the martial law of the British, was indeed changed. Into her cousin s fine old house, Betsey entered with Captain Yorke, and presently they were ushered into the presence of Mrs. Margaret Gould. She was a stately, dignified lady, yet there was a twinkle of fun in her eye. She wore a hooped petticoat, and her hair was dressed in a manner which seemed very wonderful to Betsey, so befrizzed, cushioned, puffed, and curled it was. OLD .FRIENDS AND FOES. 2O3 "Why, bless me, tis my little cousin Betsey," she exclaimed. " Pray, what are you doing here, child ? I should as soon have thought of seeing a tomahawk ing Indian walk in." Betsey looked up archly at Captain Yorke. "This gentleman will explain our errand, cousin. He is Captain Yorke of the besieged army," she said, dimpling and looking down. She loved to cast these little slurs at the redcoats. Captain Yorke frowned slightly, but then he laughed. " Your young relative is a most fierce little rebel, madam," he remarked. "Nothing, I think, but a pair of hot pincers would ever prevent that fearless tongue of hers from casting vituperative remarks at one who wears the king s uniform. In fact " and he hesi tated. But Betsey helped him out. " In fact, Cousin Mar garet, this gentleman has brought you a prisoner. I am supposed to be carrying important papers about me." "Oh, Betsey!" exclaimed her cousin, "and are you ? " Betsey laughed. She knew full well that Timothy and Lydia were safe by this time, but she was ready for no confession. Captain Yorke looked grave. " An important docu ment has been lost, madam, and we suspect your little 2O4 A GIRL OF 76. cousin of having appropriated it." And he gave an account of the affair, Betsey meanwhile keeping silence. "And, therefore, madam," the captain concluded, "to make the matter as private as possible, I deemed it best to place Miss Elizabeth in your loyal hands. If, after searching, you find no trace of the missing pa per, I have promised to give her safe conduct home, unless Betsey looked up quickly. " You promised, Cap tain Yorke." " I did, and I do not forget my word. May I have a short conference with you, Mrs. Gould?" He glanced uneasily at his quiet little prisoner. Mrs. Gould understood his look. " I will send some one to bear you company, Betsey," she said, "while I talk to Captain Yorke ; " and she summoned a stout- looking maid, who stood ground while the two retired to the next room where Betsey could see them in earnest consultation. " Your good cousin promises to take charge of you so long as needs be," Captain Yorke informed his prisoner. " I am more than willing to leave you in such kind hands. She has had a long and exciting journey and needs a rest," he added, turning to Mrs. Gould. And he made his adieux, leaving Betsey at her cousin s side. OLD FRIEXDS AND FOES. 2O5 As the captain s form disappeared, Mrs. Margaret turned and looked with an amused smile at her cousin. "So, my young miss, you are my prisoner! What a fine laugh I shall have on my cousin Stephen when I tell him, after we have quelled those foolish, misguided, country folk." Betsey compressed her lips, but made no reply. "Come, child, I must search you, I suppose; but tell me the truth first. Have yon really done so bold a thing as to seize a paper belonging to one of his Majesty s generals ? Why, you might be sent to Eng land in irons, or be shot, who knows?" There was a smile on Cousin Margaret s face as she spoke, so Betsey was not alarmed at her raillery ; yet still she kept silent. "What a mouse it is," continued her cousin; "not so much as a squeak, and yet your gallant captain says yon have a vicious tongue." Betsey colored, and found her tongue at last. " I should be ashamed not to speak when it was for the defence of my country." " My country ! forsooth ! How the child mimics her father ; his very echo. My poor cousin Stephen ! I suppose he is over there at Cambridge ; is he ? " "No, cousin; he has been taken prisoner." " Ah, how sad ! and you have been burned out at 2O6 A GIRL OF 76. Charlestown. I suppose you re with some of the rela tions up Salem way." "Yes, we are at Uncle Abiel s. He, too, was in the army. He died on the way to Quebec. And all all of us are patriots, cousin." "All but me and my good husband. Well, well, so dear, kind uncle Abiel has gone ! I am truly grieved to hear all this. I wish he had gone in a better cause. We shall soon see who is right, those who take arms against their lawful sovereign, or those who stand by him. Surely England will not be long- in teaching her children obedience to her laws. Yet I feel very sorry for my kinsfolk. Ah, Betsey, war is a dreadful thing ! " Did she not know it ? she thought. "Yes," continued Cousin Margaret, "we are shut up here with all sorts of dangers threatening us. Food is so scarce, . I don t know when I have been able to set a fairly good dinner before my guests. But here, I must get through this business. Upstairs with you, miss, and let s see about that paper." Of course no amount of search disclosed anything secreted, and Mrs. Gould looked puzzled. She was, however, a clever and diplomatic questioner ; and by degrees managed to gather enough from Betsey to convince her that the child really had seen the paper. OLD FRIENDS AND FOES. 2O/ "But what became of it?" she inquired. Betsey was gaining an astuteness rather foreign to her simple nature. " I ate one letter," she said gravely, not mentioning which it was. Her cousin threw back her head and laughed. " What a determined little rebel it is. I don t blame you, if you thought it was right." Cousin Margaret, too, had a Puritan conscience. "But," she con tinued, "it must have been very indigestible." She caught sight of the fact, however, that Betsey had still not made a full confession. " One letter you said ; was there, then, more than one ? " "Yes." Betsey hesitated before she spoke, but she could not tell a lie, even though she had never had the privilege of hearing of George Washington s hatchet. " Oh, I see ! It was something you were to de liver at the rebel camp Mrs. Gould guessed quickly. Betsey nodded. It would be to no one s disadvan tage to admit it. "And the other? you will not tell? Then I shall have to keep you here till it is found, I fear." "Oh!" Betsey s eyes grew big. She was willing enough to stay a day or two, but an indefinite length of time, that was not to be endured at all. 208 A GIRL OF 76. Therefore she acknowledged. " I destroyed it. It cannot be found." " Why ? " Betsey was silent. "Well, my dear," continued her cousin, "I will not press you further now. I shall like to keep you for a while. You can tell me all the news, and we can have a nice sociable time ; then, when you have made up your mind to tell about the paper you can go back." So Betsey was left with this alternative, and she accepted the situation without a word. CHAPTER XIII. IN BOSTON TOWN. IT was a very pleasant sort of a captivity to which Betsey was consigned. Cousin Margaret Gould was quite a fine lady. She had been to the best schools which the city could afford, had learned all such accomplishments as were considered desirable in that clay : waxwork and beadwork, fancy stitches, and a little drawing. She also played upon the guitar and the spinnet, so that Betsey considered her own efforts upon the fife very poor when she watched her cousin Margaret at the spinnet, her dainty, fur- belowed gown standing in stiff folds around her, deli cate lace ruffles falling over her white arms, jewels flashing on her fingers. What a pity that Cousin Margaret was a Tory ! Betsey would like to have spent weeks with her. The little girl was accustomed to going to bed early, and was permitted to do so the first evening of her arrival, but her cousin made quite a young lady of her, and insisted upon dressing her up in some fine array, and presenting her guests to this little rebel, o 209 2IO A GIRL OF 76. The young British officers heartily enjoyed the task of discomfiting this American maiden, and she was driven to the wall more times than one. The story of how and why she was there, placed her in rather a romantic attitude, and she was treated rather as a prized addition to the company than as a forlorn captive. Even a dignified general whom she met seemed to think her presence a huge joke. Her grandmother would have been quite scandal ized could she have seen Betsey s homespun garb cast aside, and the girl in a flowered silk petticoat with a short-sleeved, long-pointed waist, her skirts dis tended by a hoop, and on her feet fine embroidered slippers, while the arrangement of her hair, which her cousin Margaret insisted upon curling in many ringlets, so altered her, that when Captain Yorke ap peared, he stood in astonishment before this fashion able-looking girl, so different from the little Puritan maid he had brought to the city, a short time before. A young man came close behind the captain, and eagerly pressed forward to catch sight of the girl who sat with downcast eyes, feeling very ill at ease, and quite ashamed of herself in all this finery. "Does she not look sweetly pretty, Captain Yorke?" said Mrs. Gould, gayly. Captain Yorke bowed, but looked, Betsey thought, IN BOSTON TOWN. 211 as if he rather regretted the change of costume. " I have brought an old friend to see you, Miss Eliza beth," he said. "You have not forgotten him: Hugh Jarvis." A pleased smile flitted over Betsey s face as she met the frank eyes of the young man who seemed delighted to see her again. " Prisoner or not, Miss Elizabeth, I am glad you found your way here," he told her. "Ah, I have not forgotten how good and kind you and your mother were to me! " Quite a company of gay gallants were gathered in the parlors. There were, too, some of the officers wives present, and all seemed disposed to make a pet of Betsey, a fact which made her rather indignant. She would rather have been treated a little more scornfully. It seemed to her that she was not ac cepted in her position as daughter of a patriot, and she rather resented it. Yet, for all, she looked around upon the gay scene, and contrasted it with the quiet homeliness of her aunt Pamela s house. There plain homespun prevailed, here silks and satins and laces appeared upon every one. Even grandmother had aid aside the rich silks she had always been wont to wear, and for example s sake wore only domestic stuffs. 212 A GIRL OF 76. Young Hugh Jarvis himself was dressed in a peach- bloom coat lined with silk, a figured silk vest, black silk small-clothes, with large gold knee-buckles, silk stockings, and gold buckled shoes; his shirt was ruffled and fine lace fell over his hands ; his hair was powdered and worn in a queue, and the rest of the men present were similarly attired. All was gayety and laughter, despite the fact that they were in a besieged city. Betsey thought of the watchful army at Cambridge, and \vondered how much longer it would be before they could drive out the " horde." Her lip curled with scorn, as she listened to Cousin Margaret sing, " God save the King," while many joined in. Hugh Jarvis watching her, smiled, as did others standing by. "You do not join us," said Hugh, laughing. "Per haps you will sing something alone. I remember, Mrs. Gould, that I have heard your cousin sing very prettily." Betsey flushed. " Do not ask me to sing here, Mr. Jarvis," she entreated. " Because you are a caged bird ? " said one of the ladies. "Ah, but, my dear, they can sometimes sing the sweetest ! " " It is not because I cannot, but because I will not," spoke up Betsey. " You would not, perhaps, care to IX BOSTON TOWN. 213 listen to Yankee Doodle, nor to the old psalm tunes which Mr. Jarvis once heard me sing." "Yes, my little maid," said a voice behind her, "we would hear you sing even an old psalm tune." Betsey looked up shyly. After all she did feel some what abashed in the presence of this courtly indi vidual, who, dressed with the greatest elegance, stood tapping a gold snuff-box, and smiling down at her. " Tis his Excellency General Howe," said Hugh Jarvis in a low tone. " Come, Betsey, you must do as the general wishes," her cousin told her. It seemed to Betsey that there was a note of warning in her voice. The girl looked right and left ; a little stranger bird in the royal nest. What should she sing? She looked down at her slippered feet, then up at the proud face of her cousin. It was a hard ordeal, no one seemed to understand how hard. But presently Hugh Jarvis, with a grave bow, extended his hand, and led her out upon the floor. She folded her hands across the rich laces at her breast, and began tremulously. " Jehovah feedeth me. I shall not lack In grassy fields He down dooth make me lye He gently leads me, quiet waters by." 214 A GIRL OF 7 6 - She sang on, gaining confidence as she proceeded with the quaint old tune. Her eyes were lifted, she did not see the brightly apparelled company, nor the face of the youth who bent near her, listening in tently. She but saw in fancy the face of her mother bending over her, and heard the old psalm as it were a lullaby. " He dooth return my soul ; for his name-sake in paths of justice leads me quietly, Yea, though I walk in vale of deadly shade, I ll fear no yll, for with me thoti shall be Thy rod, thy staff, eke they shall comfort me." It sounded strangely in that handsome room, where polished furniture, gleaming brasses, costly hangings, evinced the wealth of its mistress. It sounded strangely in the ears of the guests, accus tomed to martial songs and tinkling madrigals, but all faces were grave, and as Betsey finished there was no outburst of applause, beyond a soft clapping of hands. " Well done, little maid," said the general. " Per mit me to thank you. Pray, Mistress Gould, can you not bring your cousin to the Province House ? I think we shall have to keep the little linnet in her cage longer yet" IN BOSTON TOWN. 215 Betsey looked alarmed. " I beg you, sir, do not keep me." "We shall see, we shall see," he replied. "We are ready for that admission of yours whenever you are pleased to make it ; " and Betsey in distress turned away. The room was now quite full of people. Several officers had quarters under the Goulds roof, and the drawing-room was usually a favorite gathering place of an evening. It was the third day since Betsey had left home. She supposed her friends in Salem imagined her to be at Cambridge with Lydia, and that those in Cambridge thought by this time that she must be at home. She had heard no word of her being returned and was beginning to feel anxious. Confess the hiding-place of the letter she would not, and it seemed they meant to keep her till she did. Oh ! that General Washington would enter Boston at once, and she be spared the humiliation of a confession, or the misery of a long captivity. She showed so sad a face to Captain Yorke, that he was casting about for words to comfort her, when a young officer stepped up and said: " Have you heard the last bit of news, captain ? James Bond and his wife are come to town. They 2l6 A GIRL OF 76. barely escaped being captured. They had just left their house, for they feared the rebels would be after them, when a party rode up, and battered down the door. They, of course, discovered no one, and after finding Bond had made good his escape they set fire to the house." Betsey leaned forward, eagerly listening. " Oh, is that where we were?" she asked of Hugh Jarvis, who was also listening. He nodded. " Yes." " Captain Yorke, Captain Yorke ! " cried Betsey, running forward, forgetting her silken garments, and thinking only of mother and home. " Oh, Captain Yorke, is the house burned all up, entirely ? " Captain Yorke turned to the young officer, who replied, " Yes, quite to the ground." Betsey in her eagerness laid her hand on the captain s arm. " The house where we stopped, it is ? You are sure ? " "Yes, where you found the paper," returned the captain, eying her. "Then," cried Betsey, joyously, "I can go back. I ll tell. Cousin Margaret, I ll confess. I did find the paper on the floor where Mr. Bond dropped it. I did not read anything but the address and the head ing, and I tore it up, and sewed it into the feather bed. So it s all burnt up. Oh, I m so glad!" IN BOSTON TOWN. Every one was listening. There was a complete silence for a moment ; each one looked at his neighbor. Then smiles grew broader, even on the face of the genera], and presently a perfect peal of laughter broke out from the assembled company. Cousin Margaret was rather pleased than otherwise at the attitude of her little prisoner. She liked the girl s spirit, and enjoyed the sensation she made. " When this war is over, I shall want to see more of you than I have done heretofore," she said as she kissed her good-night. " That nice young gentleman, Hugh Jarvis, cast quite tender glances at my little lady cousin. Fine feathers well become you, Betsey, child." The girl looked down. She did not feel easy at having been one of the gay company. She told her self that she had been far too frivolous at such a time, and that the talk of dances and bouts, of plays enacted at Faneuil Hall, were amusements in which she should have shown no interest. So she replied earnestly : " I shall not likely come to Boston again, cousin, until Washington has made it ours, and has routed out the British." Cousin Margaret looked annoyed, and said rather haughtily: "That is not a proper speech, Betsey. You will regret it erelong. Such a thing can never 2l8 A GIRL OF 76. take place. It does very well to make saucy speeches for the amusement of a company of gallants, but in sober earnest, to one of your own family, it is out of place. You are only a little girl, however," she said, smiling, "and do not know how absurd it is to talk of defeat for the king s army." " But if they should be defeated, cousin," per sisted Betsey, " what would you do ? " The lady shook her head positively. " There is no use of even considering such an idea for a moment. It is an utter impossibility. But, then, we will not argue about it. Some day you will come to see me, proud to talk of your young admirer, who perchance will have then won his shoulder-straps. I shall yet, no doubt, greet you as Mistress Jarvis ; " and she laughed provokingly, but stopped Betsey s answer with a kiss, and bidding her good-night left her. The little rebel beheld Boston town under not un pleasant conditions. For, although want and distress threatened its inhabitants, and for all that the exile longed for home, she was half fascinated by the first glimpse she had ever known of such gay soci ety. For, at home, she was not allowed to mingle with her elders so freely. To see the governor driv ing around in his great coach, with his liveried ser vants in attendance, to behold the display of fine IN BOSTON TOWN. 2IQ clothes, and to watch the smart young officers who filled the streets, gave her a feeling of being in a foreign city. But when Sunday came she was sore perplexed. She was treated by her cousin as a child one minute, the next as a young lady. She resented being decked out in fine clothes, when in every village and hamlet the patriot women resolved to wear only homespun. She felt herself a mockery and a sham, in silks and satins. She, the daughter of one who had endured everything for the cause of the Colonies freedom. But to all her protest Cousin Margaret lent an indifferent ear, or laughed at her chagrin, assuring her that she had no choice in the matter. There was no going to Old South Church, given over as it was to the use of the redcoats and their horses. And Cousin Margaret always attended King s Chapel, so, willy-nilly, Betsey must go, too, much against her desire. It seemed as if, here, show and extravagance were more visible than anywhere else ; that it was the one place where display ran riot. The superb brocades, magnificent plumes, elegant laces, and marvellous coiffures astonished Betsey, who could scarcely keep her mind on the service for gazing at the splendor about her. She was, 22O A GIRL OF 76. moreover, in so rebellious a frame of mind that the beautiful liturgy represented nothing to her but the false creed of an oppressing foe, and she steadily re fused to join in either response or prayer. She was not to blame, however, for it was not possible in those days for persons to separate the church from the church-goer, and she had been taught that the Church of England was full of errors, and that the majority of its adherents were vengeful tyrants. The austerity of the Puritan Sabbath was consider ably modified, here in Boston, and Betsey was shocked, more times than one, before the day was over. A girl of about her own age was invited to dine with them. She was the daughter of a British officer. Hugh Jarvis and Captain Yorke, too, were there, and Betsey reproached herself for being so wicked as to listen to their merry talk. Levity on the Sabbath, and hobnobbing with Tories ! What was she coming to ? " How very solemn you are," said Edith Lawrence. " Do not these New Englanders pull long faces, Master Jarvis ? " " Betsey can laugh as merrily as you, Miss Edith," he replied. "You forget she is in exile." " And am I not in exile, too, away from my dear England, merrie England ? Eaith, it seems so by IX BOSTON TOWN. 221 contrast to this dull place. I shall be glad when this silly mob is quelled, and we go back again." "Mob!" ejaculated Betsey, "and quelled! We are neither a mob, nor are we to be quelled, Miss Law rence. We are patriots good and true, who will fight to the last man. King George s forces will never beat us, solemn or not." Betsey s cheeks were flaming. "Well, you don t look very sanctimonious now," laughed Edith. " You re like a keg of powder, it takes but little to set you off ; I did not mean to insult you, Miss Betsey. I ask your pardon." " I cannot bear to have our men so slurred and despised," murmured Betsey. " They are so devoted and brave." "They are in hot earnest," admitted Hugh Jarvis, " and, indeed, I can vouch for their being no mean foes." Betsey looked grateful. " Thank you," she re sponded. "I wish you, too, served our cause." " I cannot quite wish that," returned Hugh, " but I do wish for a speedy end to all this trouble." "And I, if it brings us freedom." "But it will not," broke in Edith. " Fy ! Fy ! children," came the voice of Mrs. Gould. " Are you quarrelling ? " 222 A GIRL OF 76. " Not quite," returned Edith. " It came near to it. You know you ve set a firebrand and a keg of pow der too close together. So what could you expect?" Mrs. Gould laughed. " An explosion, of course, but I hope no one is hurt." No one, unless it be Master Jarvis," returned Edith, with a little rippling laugh. " I can vouch for myself, and I venture to say Miss Betsey has not lost a hair of her head." " Then come into the other room, where your father and Captain Yorke await us," said Mrs. Gould. And they followed her. CHAPTER XIV. THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. CAPTAIN YORKE S appearance did not signify release for Betsey, although he promised, if pos sible, the next day to bring her some specific word re garding her duration of captivity. But the day passed and no Captain Yorke appeared. So that the next morning the prisoner spent her time at the window, straining her eyes for a sight of the captain s ap proaching figure, and at last she saw him coming up the street. " I have not been able to get the order for your return," he said curtly, as she met him at the door. "The order for my return?" Betsey exclaimed wonderingly. " Yes, child ; did you think you could run in and out of Boston like a kitten ? You did not know that we slipped in the other day at great risks, and that, had it been known that British officers were outside the lines, your friend Washington would have nabbed us, and strung us up." "Oh! " cried Betsey. 223 224 A ^IKL OF 76. "Yes, we take great risks in venturing so far; every place is guarded except along the sea-board. There we have full swing." "And you are to send me back that way?" said Betsey, wistfully. "Soon, Captain Yorke ? " The captain looked down, seemingly a little con fused. " You promised my safe return," she went on. " Not a hair of your head shall be hurt. The gen eral has taken quite a fancy to you, and you will have no trouble about the safe return eventually, but his Excellency thinks you are far too quick-witted a pris oner to give up just yet. He says you have very likely heard remarks, since you have been here, which it would be well to keep secret, and he thinks for the present you should be kept inside our lines." "But what why? I am not a spy." " No, you were too honorable even to read the let ter which you found, and which, by the way, from what James Bond tells us, was not so important as at first seemed. The trouble is that you have been given such entire freedom here, and have been allowed un limited intercourse with all of us ; so you might become a dangerous little person. Try and content yourself a while longer with your cousin. Surely she is most kind." THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 22$ "Oh! she is, she is, but my mother- Betsey s lip quivered. " We will see that she knows of your safety. If you will write to her under cover of such a letter as Mrs. Margaret Gould shall write, you can send the letter safely, but I must ask that Mrs. Gould sees your letter." Betsey felt herself a prisoner indeed, so lodged about by limitations, a caged bird, gilded though the cage might be. But to the captain s relief, she made no scene, although after he had gone, her cousin found her sobbing her heart out in her room. "Why, Betsey, child!" she said solicitously, "you are too much of a woman to cry for nothing. Some thing must have gone sadly wrong. Is it that you have had some unfavorable news from your ragged rebels, and are grieved because at last they have found out their weakness ? " Then, in a gentler tone : " You have heard no ill word of your father, have you, child ? I am working to secure a speedy exchange for him. I am, indeed, Betsey. I did not want to tell you till I could come and tell you he was free." " No, cousin," replied Betsey, lifting her head. " It is none of those things which grieve me. The worst is that I am to be considered a prisoner till your doughty General Howe chooses to let me go forth." " Is it so ? Well, what is your loss is our gain. I p 226 A GIRL OF 76. cannot be so sorry as you, Betsey. I like well to have you with me, for even with your sharp little tongue, I love you, child, and it is comforting to have one s own kith and kin at hand." Betsey raised her tear-stained face. " Oh, cousin ! " she said, " why will you not go to your own people and take me with you ? " " All in good time, child. It may be very well for you all some day, that one of the family is still a royalist. I may yet save the neck of some of my misguided relations, as I hope to do for your father. General Howe has promised to look into his case. So you see, dear little rebel, your Tory cousin isn t such a black-hearted wretch as you think." Betsey gave her a close hug for reply. She w r as beginning to realize that her cousin Margaret was sincere in her beliefs, and it was from no lack of love for her family that she remained in Boston, but be cause she, like many others, believed the patriot cause a hopeless one, and she felt that ultimately her hus band s interests could be better protected by an ad herence to the stronger side. All England defied by a poor little ragged army seemed out of reason. And Cousin Margaret thought herself far-seeing when she maintained that the doom of failure must inevitably be that of the Americans. THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 22/ Even at this moment she considered that she dis played the magnanimity of the stronger side as she stooped to comfort her little cousin. " Never mind, Betsey, child," she said, "we will try to make the time pass rapidly for you. Come, bathe your eyes, and let us go down to the riding school. You will like to see your young gallant, Hugh Jarvis, do himself credit there. He is a very pretty horseman. And come, yes, perhaps there are some new goods to be had. A ship came in last week, I hear. I will buy you some pretty stuffs to deck yourself with. I like right well to see you dressed up. Oh, Betsey, I wish I had a little daughter of my own ! " She was so sweet and gentle that Betsey thought it would be most ungracious to refuse to go with her, although she shrank from receiving gifts of foreign make. She had very sturdily protested against wear ing anything more costly than her gown of homespun, but Cousin Margaret was very decided and self-willed. She left her charge no escape, and the child felt that her prison garments, rich as they were, did her less credit than the rags in which Amos had appeared at her aunt s gate. The streets were gay enough with finely dressed men and women. Some, to be sure, looked haggard and anxious, but Mrs. Gould seemed as light-hearted 228 A GIRL OF 76. as possible, as she turned over the sarcenets and satins, damasks and paduasoys and such stuffs as were presented for her inspection. She chose a delicate blue satin for Betsey and a flowered white brocade for the bodice and petticoat. She also purchased silk stockings and shoes to match ; then, having so pleased herself, she gave the order to have her coachman drive to the Province House. There were not many carriages in the city, but sedan chairs were used, and many a one passed them as they took their way to the governor s. " My husband said he would meet us at the gov ernor s," Mrs. Gould told her companion. " I want you to see all our fine feathers, Miss Betsey, so come along, and don t be saucy to my friends." Betsey felt as though much of her spirit would be quelled if she had to live long in this atmosphere of fashion and show. It was beginning to pall on her. It seemed all so hollow after the sterner life to which she had been reared. She looked with distaste at the Province House with its broad staircases, its fine panelled wainscots, its stately furnishings, and, instead of being awed by a sense of the importance of King George s representatives, she appeared weary of the show. " And now to the riding school," said Mrs. Gould. THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 229 " I must confess, Betsey, that I do not, myself, love to see it put to its present use. We will not stay a moment, but only long enough to pick up Mr. Jarvis. I shall ask his escort to the masquerade, about which there is now such a talk. Shall you not look a pretty shepherdess, in your blue satin ? " " Oh, but cousin "What would you?" "I cannot go to such a thing." "Not to please me?" Betsey looked down. " Perhaps I shall not be here. It is some days off." " Yes, but not too many for fashioning our cos tumes. You must needs go, miss ; I command it, and I m your jailer, remember " She smiled as she spoke, but Betsey knew she was in earnest. She was growing very miserable, and her sad little face appealed to the sympathy of the young soldier who escorted them home. "\Vhat is the matter, Betsey?" he asked, when they were alone. "Oh, I am homesick! You know what it is to be homesick, Mr. Jarvis." " I do, indeed." "Then will you not help me to get away?" " How can I ? " 230 A GIRL OF 76. " There are distressed families continually gaining leave to go to their friends outside the city. Could you not smuggle me off with one of them ? " " I m afraid I have very little influence." " Oh ! I do not mean for you to get me an order to go. Could you not help me in some other way?" The young man looked grave. Then he said softly, " Will you charge it to your favor of me if I do ? " " Will I not ? " replied she, innocently. " I will re member you forever, if you will." " Then, will you promise to go to the masquer ade ? "I do not want to I do not want to go." " The day after, I promise you I will risk everything for you." "I cannot have you risk anything. I but want the chance of escape. I only want to find out the name of some family leaving town, and to be directed to them. I would not involve you in any danger. I am but a little country girl, I know nothing of courts and fashions. I am surely not one to be afraid of. To be sure, I did destroy the letter which came in my way, and I have tried to be a loyal daughter to my father, but I am not a clever woman. Surely there will be no hue and cry after me, if I should slip away disguised as a servant." THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 231 " But wait for the masquerade, Miss Elizabeth, and I promise you the day after you shall go, if I have to be hostage for you." " How good you are ! " returned Betsey, gratefully. " Still, it is a long time to wait." They were interrupted by Mrs. Gould. " Pray, Master Jarvis, how will you be costumed for our ball ? You must be fittingly attired if you would be escort to the two pretty damsels I shall take in charge. I ll venture to say you will not be long in distinguishing one from the other." The young man blushed. He was yet so youthful that any suggestion of this kind could not be met with the gay indifference an older man would show. " Indeed, madam," he returned, " I have not yet thought of the matter, but if you will give me an inkling of what will be in keeping, I will suit my self to it." " A shepherd lad for my Thisbe, maybe, or King Obron for my Titania ; yet if the former I pray you, sir, be careful of your crook, my lambs are yet tender." The young man blushed again, to the lady s amusement. " Oh, cousin, I cannot go!" protested Betsey. " Pray do not require it of me." 2J2 A GIRL OF 76. " Tut ! tut ! we ve had that all over before. You will go, child, and in as pretty a dress as shall be found." " But my mother and grandmother would disap prove. Surely if I am old enough to go, I am old enough to decline." " You are old enough to be a very wilful little minx. Wait till you see the fashion of your pretty costume, and I ll wager you ll be ready enough to get into it. Will she not, Master Jarvis ? " " She would be unlike most girls, if she did not go," replied he. " Unlike girls of your country, maybe, but not unlike those of ours," Betsey retorted, "and it is like the latter that I choose to be." " She loves nothing English, you see," laughed Mrs. Gould, "not even the sisters of her swains." Again the red flush mounted to Hugh Jarvis s cheek. " However," continued Mrs. Gould, in an aside, " she will be glad enough to give her allegiance to England, and perhaps to England s son some of these days. She s a spirited little lass, but a good one." " Ah, madam, do I not know it ? Thanks for your good word." For all this, Betsey was determined not to go to THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 233 the masquerade. To join in such a merry-making against her conscience, to be one of the governor s party at a time when danger menaced her country ; when her father lay a prisoner in the hands of the very foe from whom came the invitation ; when Uncle Abiel and others she knew and loved had given their lives for their country, no, a thousand times, no. Not if I have to tear the gown from me. Not if they carry me by force, she resolved. She listened quietly to Edith Lawrence s ecstasies over the affair ; she stood patiently to be fitted to her shepherdess gown, all the time repeating to her self : " No, no, I will not be seen there. I will not. I will not." Meanwhile Washington was silently but surely draw ing his lines closer around Boston. Not even his friends knew why the attack was delayed. Few were aware that for the sad lack of powder, the reputation of the brave man suffered; that because of this want he was stigma tized as undecided, weak, pusillanimous ; for here, as always, the good of his country came before self. As soon as he had in reserve one hundred barrels of powder, he proceeded toward accomplishing the clever strategic plan which should set Boston free. It was a night or two before the expected masquerade ball that Betsey was awakened by the sombre booming of 234 A GIRL OF 7 6 - cannon which kept up all night. The windows rattled so that she could not sleep. She arose and looked out. "Boom! Boom! Roar! Roar!" came the continued noise of the great guns from the American side. Betsey clasped her hands. Would the house be struck ? she wondered. Little sleep visited her pillow that night, and she was surprised in the morning at the calmness with which Mr. Gould met her question, " Oh, what is going on ? " " Merely bravado, my dear, nothing more. Don t be alarmed, it will not be kept up very long. At daylight it ceased, and is not likely to be repeated." But in this John Gould was mistaken, for the second night the cannonading was repeated. Still the preparations for the masquerade went on, and Betsey, dreading, fearing, hoping, sprang to her feet when, just about candle-light on the evening of March fourth, the noise began again and never for a moment ceased. "Oh!" cried the girl, "will it never stop? There must be danger danger." "Nonsense," said Mr. Gould, smiling. "With all our ships and batteries, why, child, there is no danger at all. We are as safe as need be. You ll soon be listening to other sounds than cannon and mortars if I mistake not. My wife tells me a pretty tale of gal- THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 235 lants surrounding you ; of a certain little shepherdess whose Corydon waits for her." But Betsey did not answer. There was something ominous in the persistent roar. She felt an instinctive sense of some approaching event. She had decided on certain action as to the masquerade in which she was determined she would not participate. Daintily garbed in her pretty dress, a big cloak wrapped around her, she was taken to the coach and established on the scat by her cousin. Edith Lawrence sat opposite, chatting away volubly. Hugh Jarvis was to meet them at the place of their destination. "Oh, we re going to have such a good time!" cried Edith. " Pray, Betsey, do laugh a little with me. One would think we were going to a funeral. There is Mr. Jarvis," she announced as they drew up in front of the Province House. " He is looking for us." " Now, Mr. Jarvis," said Mrs. Gould as they entered, " I put Betsey into your keeping. We shall take yon room as our rendezvous. If we miss one another in the crowd tis there we ll agree to meet." For one moment Betsey caught sight of the brilliant assemblage, as she stood with her hand on the arm of her companion. Then she turned to him. "Quick! Quick! Mr. Jarvis, take me home." " Why, Betsey ? Why ? " 236 A GIRL OF 76. "I must go. I cannot endure it a moment longer." "Are you ill? Stay, let me fetch you a cordial." " No, no, at once. Quickly. I shall go alone, otherwise." "Ah, that you cannot, must not do! If you are ill, I will seek Mrs. Gould." " No, no, do not spoil her pleasure. Take me back. Lock me in anything, anything ; oh, do you not understand how desperate I feel?" Her wild eagerness had its effect, and silently wrapping her cloak around her, the young man piloted her through the crowd and down the street, from thence back to her cousin s. " Lock me in," Betsey said, as she turned toward the door of a large room, after they had entered the house. " No. I trust you entirely. You will stay here ? " "Yes." "Until you see me again?" "Yes." He took a step forward, then turned back. " You do not regret having come back ? Will you not re turn with me ? " " No, no." " Not when you know you have spoiled my even ing ?" THE BREAKING UP OF THE NEST. 237 Betsey cast down her eyes with a troubled look. " I am sorry, but I cannot. It is a matter of con science, Hugh." " Then I will not insist. Thank you for calling me as my sisters do." And he was gone. What excuse he made for her, Betsey did not learn. She went to bed in the silent house, silent, save for the rattling of the windows at each reverberation of the cannon, and the noise of the booming which filled the air. Cousin Margaret met her coldly at breakfast the next morning, but was not unkind. Moreover, for the first time she looked troubled, and Mr. Gould was graver than usual. A note from Hugh Jarvis begged Betsey to wait, to trust him a little longer. " I am on duty to-day," he wrote, "and cannot come." When he did arrive, the deliverance of Boston was assured. And it was a triumphant girl who heard her cousin announce with pallid face : " Washington is intrenched on Dorchester Heights. It is a com plete surprise. It means, we fear, evacuation of Boston by us." Betsey was .generous enough to say nothing, but her face shone with joy. A great quiet prevailed in the town. The batteries 238 A GIRL OF 76. on both sides had ceased, and the British general decided that to dislodge the countrymen was the only hope. But a gale sent part of Percy s fleet ashore, and now instant evacuation was all that was left the British to do. "Refugees! Refugees!" cried Cousin Margaret, wringing her white hands, as she walked the floor. " Ah, cousin," said Betsey, coming up and putting her hand on her cousin s, " shall you not stay in your own house ? " " As prisoners ? " "Oh!" " And what shall be clone with you ? " continued Mrs. Gould, in distress. " I cannot leave you alone here to the mercy of a rabble." " Oh, but my friends will come soon ! I am not afraid. I shall know that all who stay are friends. Oh, yes ! I shall do very well, and I will find a way to get home. I have more than one friend and rela tive in our army. I shall not be long alone. Oh, cousin, stay and go home with me ! " "I cannot, we cannot in honor; we have cast our fortune in with the king s side, and by that we must abide." And, therefore, to Cousin Margaret and her husband, to Captain Yorke and Hugh Jarvis, to Edith Lawrence THE BREAKING Ur OF THE NEST. 239 and her family, Betsey bade a sorrowful adieu, and watched a fleet of a hundred and twenty transfers sail out of Boston harbor, the line reaching from the castle to Nantasket road. As far as Betsey could see, she watched the vessels that bore her friends away. There was a lump in her throat, joy was partly clouded by sorrow. They had been generous, loving enemies, and now she thought of them but as friends whose absent faces she might nevermore see. CHAPTER XV. FREE. BUT Betsey was not left entirely alone, for her cousin Margaret, in the midst of her own prep arations for flight, took the precaution to find a reliable couple to come and take charge of the house. She left them such stores as she had, of which these two sufferers from the siege were only too glad to take possession, and Betsey, thus provided for, waited patiently for the opportunity to return home. It had been six long weeks since she left Salem, for, although it was upon the 5th of March, 1776, the anniversary of the Boston massacre, that Washington s troops were seen to occupy the in- trenchments, thrown up as if by magic, on Dorchester Heights, it was not till the I7th that the evacuation finally took place, and on the 2Oth that the main body of the army entered Boston. Betsey lived through this period in a state of open excitement. Old Mr. and Mrs. Hatch, in whose charge she was left, did not attempt to suppress the girl s enthusiasm. For once New England reticence was set aside, and 240 FREE. 24 1 they joined in the shouts and huzzas, the unre strained demonstration given on every side. " Oh ! I do want to see General Washington, Mr. Hatch," Betsey said. "I must see him before I die." "And you shall," returned the old man. "If there is one house-top, along the line of march, left empty, we ll find it. I think I know a place we can go. Get your bonnet, mother, and come along with Miss Betsey and me." How joyously swung the bells of Old South meeting house, again to be restored to its venerated use ; with what acclaim the chimes of Christ Church proclaimed liberty to the hungry and patient besieged ! The glit tering show of the British troops was wanting. The splendor and pomp of the governor s court was missing. The subdued hues of homespun attire matched the color of the leafless trees, but it did not require gor geous tints to bespeak the brightness of the occasion. Every eye shone with a new lustre; every face wore the light of hope and joy fulfilled. From hun dreds of throats arose the shout of welcome as the commander-in-chief made his entrance, grave, digni fied, as always, but with his face reflecting the happi ness which appeared upon every countenance. So Betsey saw him, in his uniform of buff and blue, as how many have since seen him pictured. It was a Q 242 A GIRL OF 76. supreme moment to the girl. She felt as if her greatest desire for the moment were accomplished. She drew a long sigh as he passed out of sight. The old Continentals marched on. Betsey s eye eagerly scanned the lines. At each approach of the shrill sound of a fife, she sought the form of the fifer, and at last, yes, there he was, Amos, straight and tall, playing "Yankee Doodle" for dear life. After all, he had gone back to his fife and had volunteered as fifer rather than as private. How she longed to have him recognize her, but she fluttered her handkerchief vainly. In that sea of faces one could hardly be singled out. And yet Boston was comparatively depopulated. Many had fled long ere this to their friends in the out lying districts, and many more were now on their way to Halifax with the British fleet. Eleven hundred refugees had left their homes to link their fate with the king s party. And now Betsey s impatience to reach home could hardly be restrained. She formed a dozen plans for the journey, but Mr. Hatch said : " Wait a little, my child. There ll be a way provided in a day or two. New England is freed of her horde, and you can go and come as you will." She could run in and out of Boston " like a kitten," FREE. 243 as Captain Yorke had said, so Betsey reflected. She sighed a little at the thought. She did not realize till she walked through the empty rooms, and saw the many familiar objects which suggested the^ presence of her dear and dainty cousin, that her going could make such a difference. " I shall be so glad to get away," she said to Mrs. Hatch. " It is so empty without Cousin Margaret. I miss her sadly, and, Tory though she be, I love her dearly." "There is no wrong in that," said Mother Hatch, smiling. " We are commanded to love our enemies." Cousin Margaret had left a letter to be given Bet sey s mother. " I have tried to provide for your remembrance of me," she said as she kissed the girl good-by. " If I never come back do not forget me, Betsey." The troops were moving in from every direction, some from Roxbury, others in boats from Cambridge, and confusion possessed the town. The outgoing peo ple had plundered where they could, carrying off not only their own, but other s goods, and the incoming soldiers were little better, so that ransacking and tur moil were the order of the day, and it would have gone hardly with Mrs. Gould s house had she not left care takers in it. The British had departed in haste at the last, and left many stores intended to be carried away. 244 A GIRL OF 7 6 - And what comfort these represented to the American soldiers, all this time fed, clothed, sustained by their devoted countrymen whose benevolence can hardly be realized. Every farm-house had become a commissary department ; everything that could be spared had been sent out to the army. For a long time the troops of Massachusetts and those of New Hampshire were fed without so much as a barrel of flour from Congress. Of these sacrifices, where is the record ? Not on earthly pages. And now plentiful supplies were theirs, twenty-five hundred chaldrons of sea-coal, one hundred and fifty bushels of barley and oats, with bedding, clothing, and what not ; added to these, store ships, entering the harbor, brought for the British, who never received them, all sorts of arms and powder, a welcome supply indeed to the American troops. " I must get word to Amos," Betsey declared. " I can at least see him." But before he could make his appearance an added joy was hers, for downstairs she heard voices one morning. She stood still and listened. Surely, surely, there was but one who spoke like that, and down the steps Betsey flew, to be clasped in her mother s arms. And then, oh, wonder upon wonder! some one cried tremulously, " My little girl, my daughter ! " FREE. 245 "Father, oh, father!" and Betsey flung herself on the beloved breast in such rapture as no words could express. All over the city just such meetings were taking place. Those who had spent months in exile returned in joy; families long separated were united; friend clasped friend. Seated by both beloved parents Betsey told her story, and at the end she faltered out, as she looked with moist eyes into her father s face : " Oh, father, I did try to be true ! " " And you were, my daughter. You have fulfilled my highest trust in you. I thank God that such a daughter of Liberty bears my name." And Betsey hid her face in her father s sleeve, overcome by the un wonted praise. And then came the account of her father s captivity, of his sufferings and his escape, managed, it was be lieved, by a Tory friend who had been a schoolmate of Stephen Hall s in his boyhood days. " Oh, father, mine was a prison but in name ! I have fared far better than you," Betsey said. " Thank God, you have ! It would grieve me sorely were it otherwise. But, Betsey, your mother looks sor rowful over the letter you gave her. Go and comfort her. I have business which calls me." 246 A GIRL OF 76. Mrs. Hall had withdrawn to a window where she was reading Mrs. Gould s letter. She looked around at Betsey and said, " Poor Cousin Margaret ! She loved you well, Betsey. She bids me take in charge all such personal possessions of hers that she has not been able to carry with her, and in course of time to bestow them upon you." " Oh, mother ! all those beautiful things ? " " Yes, her wearing apparel, her spinnet, such china, laces, and plate as may be left here, and the portraits of your great-grandparents. " Oh, mother, it seems so dreadful ! As if she were dead." " It does, indeed. I fancy but for her husband that she would gladly have found a refuge among her rela tives, and that she yearns toward them, but, like a good wife, she follows her husband over seas, and says she will not likely return. She wishes that some day you might go to see her, when there is peace between England and America." Betsey sighed, but this made her feel as if Cousin Margaret were not actually lost to her. She stood looking very thoughtful for so long a time that her mother said, "What is my daughter thinking about ? " " I was thinking of all those beautiful garments, and that they are not fitting for me to wear." FREE. 247 " Not now, perhaps. We will pack them away, and when the time comes we will see if one or two requests which Cousin Margaret makes can be fulfilled. What else, Betsey ? Your eyes still have a question in them." " It is about father. Now that the country is rid of the British, shall we have our home again ? " " Not yet. Your father will rejoin the army at once." " Oh, mother ! " " Would you have him do otherwise ? " Betsey had a struggle with herself before she an swered, " No, mother." " Then bid him Godspeed, dear child. We women must not be less brave than those who suffer for our sakes. We shall remain at Aunt Pamela s. The dear woman has begged that it shall be so. We should leave her desolate, indeed, if we refused. She is mak ing great preparations for your return, Betsey." " And when shall we go ? " " In a few days. Little Stephen is overjoyed at the idea of seeing you, and our baby Polly, too, seems to understand. She really knew her father." " Mother, I saw Amos on the day the troops en tered the town. He did not see me, and I have written to him to come and seek me out. Was I wrong ? " 248 A GIRL OF 76. " No, dear child, why should you think so ? You have been like brother and sister since you were toddlers." "I know, but " " But what ? " " Cousin Margaret made a young lady of me, and she she put notions in my head, mother." "About Amos? Surely not." "No, no, about proprieties. She said she was scarce older than I when she married, and that I must not be so childish. Yet at other times she treated me quite as if I were a baby." "I see." " And she said she should like to choose a pretty husband for me." " Nonsense, nonsense, Betsey ! I m ashamed ! " " Oh, but, mother, I did not want the husband ! " "I hope not." Mrs. Hall bit her lip to keep from smiling at the ingenuous speech. " And whom did she choose for you?" "Oh, mother! you know him: Hugh Jarvis, the young British soldier who was wounded, and whom we nursed." "Is it so ? Truly, Betsey, you have been trying your wings too soon." " But, mother, I did not want such talk. I was FREE. 249 sorry she tried to make me seem so grown up, and now I want to be a little girl as long as you think best." " So you shall. Forget all these foolish fripperies. Life is too solemn a thing for it to be wasted in vanity and meaningless compliments. Duty is straight before us ; and when duty bids you leave your mother for your own home, you will find her your most sym pathetic counsellor." Betsey felt much better for this talk. She could not be content till she had told just how she had been spending her days, and it was a relief to feel that her mother did not reprove her nor misunder stand. Grandmother would not have been so gentle, thought Betsey. And so all the pretty finery which Cousin Margaret had left was packed away in chests, and Betsey s linsey-woolsey took the place of the daintier gown she had been wearing. " Now I feel like Betsey Hall again," she said. " Braid my plaits very tight, mother, so they ll look neat and smooth. I don t want that frowsy head any longer ; " and the sweet, bright little face looked out once more from between shining braids of hair. A disappointment came in the news that Amos s regiment had been ordered to New York, and it was probable that he never received Betsey s note ; so 250 A GIRL OF 76. her anxiety as to proprieties was needless, her mother told her. Once more Stephen Hall bade his family adieu, and Betsey, with her mother, set out for Salem. Free and open was the way ; no fear now of lurking foe. It seemed to Betsey as if the war ended then, but she was yet to learn how far this was from being true. Up Salem s aristocratic old streets again she trod. It seemed months since she left the place, and she almost wondered that nothing had changed. Oh, yes, it was good to get back again ! "Oh, grandma, they re coming! they re coming!" she heard Stephen s voice proclaiming ; and then the rapid beat of his little feet on the stairs was fol lowed by the swish of skirts, and in another instant Aunt Pamela, grandmother, Stephen, and Polly were surrounding her, each exclaiming and welcoming. "The child must be starved to death. I don t sup pose she s had a single decent meal in Boston. Why, they were fairly starved out," declared Aunt Pamela. " Not quite," returned Betsey. " Fresh meat and vegetables were scarce, to be sure, and the poor people, many of them, were greatly pinched ; but I certainly had an abundance of such provisions as could be brought by the ships." FREE. 251 "Well, I ll venture to say you ll be glad enough of a slice of beef and some of our prime vegetables," replied Aunt Pamela; "and I ve made a famous pan dowdy for you, Betsey." "Won t it taste good!" cried she. "And did you see General Washington?" asked Stephen, pressing close to her. " Oh, Stephen, I did indeed, and a fine general he is ! But for him your sister might still be languish ing in Boston. Oh, Stephen, I ve many things to tell you ! " So exciting and inspiring, to tell the truth, were Betsey s stories that Stephen was constantly pressing little Polly into his service, and, for some time thereafter, daily bore her away before him as prisoner, a chair his steed, and a pair of tongs his sword. Betsey s return to school was greeted with enthu siasm by the scholars. Even Master Eaton relaxed so far from discipline as to keep this returned scholar talking of her adventures a whole half hour after it was time for school to open, and excused himself to his pupils by saying it was a lesson in history. " You re so grown up, Betsey." Parnel Beman made the remark after she had silently regarded her friend for some time at recess. 252 A GIRL OF 76. "Am I?" " Why, yes, you arc. You don t hop and skip and jump as you used, and I don t know there s a great change in you." Betsey reflected. Parnel s criticism was no doubt true. She did feel older, more like a woman ; and it was as her mother had said, " Life was too serious to spend it in trifling," and she took it sedately, not without a sense of humor, but thoughtfully and quietly. " Betsey has grown very womanly," her mother said. "It s high time," returned Grandmother Hall. "We all need discipline." "The opportunity has not been denied any of us of late," replied Mrs. Hall, with a sigh, seeing dimly the trouble which still lay ahead, and with a thought for dear old great-grandsire, the news of whose death had just reached them. With the opening of spring the question of inde pendence was more and more discussed. Every knot of farmers gathering in the village stores argued pro and con ; every fireside heard rights maintained ; every town hall heard speeches declaring the indis putable right of the Colonies to be independent of Britain s rule ; and all the while near and nearer came FREE. 253 the crisis, till the old Liberty Bell at Philadelphia proclaimed freedom for all the land, and its echoes taken up reached north and south. It was on a warm midsummer Sunday that Betsey sat in church and listened to the Declaration of Independence read by the minister. So it was first heard in New England. There was a strange and solemn joy apparent on the faces of many of the congregation. The end so greatly desired had come, the yoke of England was actually thrown off, and yet there was a sort of timidity visible, for it was a step requiring intrepid courage and decision. "And now will the war be over?" asked the younger people, but half understanding. " Indeed, no," they were told. Britain s offspring is child no longer ; it is nation against nation. But the withdrawal of the troops from the soil of New England, as well as this strange new state of affairs, gave every one a feeling of more certain safety, even though the war was carried on with added vigor in New York and further south. Betsey was moved to the very soul by the account of Washington crossing the Delaware on the night of December 25th, and the year 1776 ended with high hopes stirring the hearts of the Americans, 254 A GIRL OF 76. for France in the person of Lafayette had given aid to them, and more than one victory had been won. Every bit of news was eagerly received by the family at Salem, and their spirits rose and fell with the fluctuating fortunes of the patriot army. Lieutenant Hall in his winter quarters at Morris- town sent many a cheery letter home. Amos wrote once or twice, from Ticonderoga, of the possible advance of Burgoyne from Canada ; of the doubt in the minds of many of his comrades that St. Clair would be able to hold his position, and the last news of the retreat through the wilderness justified the opinion. CHAPTER XVI. A WEDDING. THE summer of 77, was passing with such inter ruptions to quiet as defeat or victory could bring, when one day who should appear but Lydia and her mother. They came in an old chaise, alone, to spend the day. Lydia and Betsey had not met since that memora ble day when Betsey had ridden away with Captain Yorke, and the two girls were overjoyed to see each other. So much had happened since then, and each was bubbling over with news. However, they sat sedately listening to family affairs, of how Mary Dodge s baby had been sick with the measles, and how Uncle Benjamin s old white horse was dead, and how Uncle John had been to Boston, and a dozen other things of like interest. " And, oh, Betsey ! " said Lydia, when they had escaped from their elders and were walking, with their arms around each other, clown the old box walk in the garden, "to think that, after all, you were a prisoner so long. Tell me about it." 255 256 A GIRL OF 76. "No, you tell first." "No, mine will keep." So Betsey, thus pressed, told the oft-repeated tale of how she was shut up in Boston for six weeks, and might still be there but for the wisdom and valor of General Washington. " And, oh, Betsey, were you not surprised when you saw your father?" " Was I not ? And more than surprised, I was rejoiced." "Tell me how he escaped. I have never heard." " He had an old friend in Canada, who had been a college mate at Harvard, and, Tory though he was, he found him out and helped him to a disguise ; so he reached Newburyport by way of New Hampshire, and thence easily made his way home from there. Now tell me of your visit to camp, Lydia." "That is an old story. I would rather tell you of more recent news." " About what ? Yourself ? " "Myself and another." "Aha! tis Joseph Pearce." " No other. We are to be married soon, and I do so want you to be one of my bridemaids. Do you think your mother will allow it ? You are a great girl now, Betsey, near a young lady." A WKDDING. 257 " So I am, but I promised my mother I would stay a little girl as long as she should bid me." Lydia laughed. " That is easier said than done. The years will not wait. You are nearly sixteen, aren t you ? " " Almost." " And your grandmother was married at your age." " Yes, and so was Cousin Margaret Gould. But I think they were very foolish." "And so do I, for I am eighteen, and scarce am ready, nor should I be for any one but Joseph." It was Betsey s turn to laugh. "That is to be expected. But tell me of your wedding." "It will be at home, of course, and I shall have six bridemaids, of whom I shall count Miss Betsey Hall as one. I have a pretty gown of muslin my uncle brought from India on one of his ships." " And in what will you walk bride, Lydia ? " "A dove-colored crape, which came on the same ship. I have a drawn bonnet of white with lute string ribbons to wear with it. Shall I not do well, Betsey ? " "Indeed, you will." " I should have fared badly but for what my uncle brought me, for I could not for anything wear a gown brought from England." 258 A GIRL OF 76. "Nor I. I fear I shall have nothing fit for a bride- maid s gown, unless I encroach upon the chests of my cousin Margaret, for you know all my mother s goods were burned." " Surely. Well, I think you will not need to give yourself any anxiety, for most of the girls will be dressed very plainly. You spoke of your cousin Margaret s chests ; where are they ? " " Oh, I have not told you ! She bequeathed me her wardrobe when she went away, all save what she took with her." "And are the clothes very fine?" "Oh, very! silks and velvets,* and laces. Such fine things, quite unsuited for my quiet life, and besides, many were brought from England, and I would not wear them." " Oh, but they were not brought lately, were they ? " " Not all, and some did not come from England at all. They came from Erance, and from the Indies." "What a fine lady you would look in them. I think I should be sorely tempted to use them." " No, you wouldn t," returned Betsey, emphatically, "not when you thought of Joseph fighting for his country. Has he listed again, Lyddy ? " " No, he has not, and I hope the war will be over before he decides to." A WEDDING. 259 "Then you will live in Marblehead." "Yes; it is a fine town, is it not?" " It is so. I shall like to know you are that much nearer, Lyddy." " You will come and see me often, Betsey, and, who knows ? you may some day settle there yourself. But there, we haven t asked your mother a word about your being bridemaid, and we have come on purpose. No doubt, however, my mother has mentioned the subject." So up through the borders brave with bergamot and marigolds, with hollyhocks and dahlias, they saun tered, to find their elders volubly discussing Lydia s plans. " You will let Betsey come to us for the wedding, won t you, Cousin Polly ? " asked Lydia. " Betsey has done too much gadding already," ob jected Grandmother Hall. " She ought to stay at home contentedly for one while." " But she hasn t meant to stay away," returned Lydia, not so awed by grandmother as Betsey was ; " and she had so forlorn a time for my sake, that I should be allowed to offer her a little pleasure." "For your sake?" quoth grandmother. "Yes; for I know full well she allowed herself to be carried away rather than detain us on our way to 260 A GIRL OF 76. camp. That is true, Betsey. You need not frown me down." Grandmother said nothing, only clicked her needles with added rapidity. " Should you like to go ? " inquired Mrs. Hall, softly, of her daughter. "If you do," returned she. Her mother smiled. " I will not promise that, although it is quite likely I shall go. Have you heard that Abby and her mother will be there, as well as Aunt Desire, and a great many of your relatives ? " " Oh ! " Betsey s eyes grew big with anticipation. "Then she is to go," said Lydia, in a satisfied tone. "I think we may say yes." "And what am I to wear?" whispered Betsey. "We will see to that," returned her mother. So it was settled and Lydia went away satisfied, while Bet sey was much excited over the prospect of taking part in such a very interesting affair, and whenever the opportunity occurred discussed the subject. " I wish I could see you think less of your poor perishing body," said Grandmother Hall, gloomily, as the question of Betsey s bridemaid frock was brought up the next day. " It is not a time for frivolity and dress to be paramount." "I don t mean it to be, grandmother," replied Bet- A WEDDING. 26l sey ; " but don t you think I ought to try to keep up the credit of the family ? " she added slyly. Grand mother was a great stickler on that point, Betsey well knew, and before the war had been wont to wear rich stuffs even though her gowns were fash ioned plainly. " The credit of our family depends upon their prin ciples, Betsey, and not upon the show they make," returned grandmother. Betsey was silent. She was but a girl and pleas ures were few. Lydia s wedding was a great event in her young life. " I hope you re not thinking of wearing any of your cousin Margaret s ill-gotten finery," continued grandmother. " Ill-gotten, oh, grandmother ! " Betsey resented the charge. " Yes, the stuff represents extravagance and an encouragement of foreign goods. You know that, Betsey." " But they were not all brought from England." " No, but it is domestic manufacture that we must protect. However Betsey looked up, but grandmother did not continue. The girl was disappointed. Loyal though she was, she had indulged in a secret wish that hef mother 262 A GIRL OF 76. would select some one of the dainty gowns in her cousin Margaret s chests, and would allow her to wear it ; but now, even should she consent A struggle went on in the girl s breast, but she conquered, and looking up she said sweetly, " I will wear none of Cousin Margaret s finery, I promise you, grand mother." " That s my good child," returned grandmother, ap provingly ; "we will find you a proper frock to wear." And the next morning Betsey was called into her grandmother s room. It was warm weather and the windows were all open, but that did not prevent the sweet odor of lavender from pervading the apartment. Grandmother was bending over an old oak chest from which she was taking rolls of fragrant linen. One package, care fully pinned up, was taken out last. " Here, Betsey," said the old lady, " I think we have a proper gown for you." Betsey watched eagerly as her grandmother undid the parcel, and shook out a roll of cream-colored silk. "There!" said grandmother. "This was made in Pennsylvania by Susannah Wright, who raised the silkworms herself. It was brought me by my sister, who made a journey there, and who was a friend of Susannah s ; you have heard me tell of her. I had in- A WEDDING. 263 tended this for a wedding gown for you, but you can take your choice in wearing it now or saving it for some future occasion of like nature." " But suppose I die an old maid," returned Betsey, "then I could never wear it. I think, grandmother, I will make sure of it," she said, laughing; "and, oh, grandmother, tis a beautiful piece ! Thank you for it. I will set to work this very day. With my mother s help I shall surely get it done." "We will all take a hand if need be. I have here," and grandmother dove down into the chest and brought up a box, "a bit of lace, also made this side the water. I think we can stretch a point in using it, for although it is of imported thread, and was made by a French woman, it was made here in Massachusetts." " Oh, grandmother, tell me about it ! Have I ever heard the story ? " " In part. You remember that when I was a girl I lived for a time at Marblehcad, and during a dreadful storm a vessel was wrecked on the coast near by. You have heard me tell of Clothilde Lamar, who was saved from the wreck, and became an inmate of my father s house till she married." " Yes ; the pretty French girl whose picture I have seen." 264 A GIRL OF 76. " The same. She was a girl of excellent parts, al though too volatile and childish. She was, however, industrious and thrifty, grateful exceedingly, and gen erous. She made an excellent wife for an honest goodman. At parting she gave me this piece of lace made by her own hands ; " and grandmother shook it out and held it up that Betsey might see the pattern. " Oh, it is most beautiful, grandmother ! I shall like much to wear it, the more that I know its his tory ;" and Betsey was about to gather up her pos sessions and carry them away to show her mother when her grandmother detained her. " One thing more, Betsey. I have always intended when you were sixteen to give you this string of gold beads. You have so nearly reached the age, that I will anticipate a little and give them to you to wear to the wedding;" and from a curious old box grandmother lifted the string of gold beads, about the size of a pea, and thirty-nine in number. Betsey took them delightedly. Grandmother, usu ally so strict and uncompromising, was distinguish ing herself this morning, and her granddaughter s responsive little heart outran its usual stricture of repression, for the pleased girl threw her arms around her grandmother and kissed her rapturously. A WEDDIXCi. 265 "There, there, Betsey! that will do," said grand mother; "such delight over bawbles is not becoming nor praiseworthy ; " and back into their leash went Betsey s emotions. However, all this acquisition of goods seemed to subdue the covetousness with which she had thought of Cousin Margaret s chests, and she set to work at once to make the new frock. The sleeves, which were to the elbow, were trimmed with a ruffle of the lace, and a bit of it adorned the neck which was cut square. The frock was fitted over stiff stays, and although it was plain, was very neat and pretty, Betsey thought, as she surveyed her figure in the little mirror in her room. Mourning was not worn at that time, for it had become a more grievous fault to wear imported mate rials than to show respect to established customs. So grandmother wore a dress of " pressed woollen " of sober hue, a fine handkerchief folded across her breast, a close cap of linen, edged with lace, and black mittens. Betsey s mother was similarly attired, except that her gown was dark blue, and her cap of a less severe fashion. It was tacitly decided that the children Stephen and Polly should remain in Aunt Pamela s care, for festivities were far removed from her, every one knew. 266 A GIRL OF 76. It was to be a home wedding, but the fact of there being many relatives promised a large company. Carrying their best caps in bandboxes, and one of the same receptacles being used to hold Betsey s frock, they started by stage for Beverly, where Tim othy Powell would meet them, and take them the rest of the way. Timothy s honest face beamed at the sight of Bet sey. He was much interested in this wedding, for had he not had a hand in it through carrying Lydia to see her sweetheart ? " Wai, I vum ! " he exclaimed, as he helped Betsey down from the stage. " Ain t ye growed ! What a great gal you re gittin to be. Next thing I ll be to your weddin , I guess." "No, indeed; I m in no haste, Timothy," she replied. " I ll wait till the war is over. I d not con tent myself with a stay-at-home husband, nor yet would I wish to mope at home without him." " Wai, now, dew tell ! You ve thought it all aout." Betsey s laugh covered her blushes. Cousin Mar garet s "notions" had caused her to give way to some day-dreaming, if the truth were but known. She turned the subject by asking, " Have Aunt De sire and Aunt Nancy and Abby come yet?" A WEDDING. 267 " I swan, I dunno. I ain t thought to ask. Like as not they have. Hovv d they come ? " "I don t know just which route. If they were in their own wagon, they d take one route, and if they came by stage, they d go round by Lynn." " I guess then they ve come with their own team. I ve met the stage every time." And sure enough, as they drew up before the house, there stood Abby and Aunt Nancy waiting to greet them. It was a great reunion, for, even in war-time, a wedding is not a matter of secondary interest, and Uncle John Porter s house was filled to its utmost capacity with wedding guests. So, too, was Uncle Benjamin Porter s home at Beverly, that big house close by the tan-yard, from which leathery and barky odors uprose to greet the nostrils of those comfort ably established in rooms overlooking vats and heaps of tan. Neither of these uncles had yet joined the army proper. They belonged, however, to the militia, and later, at an appeal for more troops, would be ready to march away. They were, therefore, both at home for this festivity, and appeared in their old cocked hats resting upon their full-bottomed wigs, coats with full, broad skirts, large pockets and flaps, silver buttons 268 A GIRL OF 76. ornamenting not only the front of the coat, but the long waistcoat, which was buttoned closely below a simple neck-cloth ; ruffled shirt-fronts and swinging ties of lace were a little too giddy for these sober men. Their breeches fitted closely, with buckles at the knee, and their long gray stockings showed above their silver-buckled shoes. The young people stood a little in awe of these two, for they, like their sister, Betsey s grandmother, showed a certain austerity and dignified reserve which was not easily broken through. Withal, they were good, kind-hearted men, with a keen sense of humor, which displayed itself in many a dry, shrewd remark that added to the entertainment of their friends on such occasions. These two were quite the opposite in appearance, Uncle Benjamin being tall and angular like his brother Abiel, while Uncle John was short and stout. The family connection being large, the rooms of the old house were filled with guests, taking advantage of an opportunity for chatting and gossiping not often afforded them. Yet the main topic was the war. Betsey, in the centre of a little group, listened to the talk of Aunt Desire, Aunt Nancy, and Grand mother Hall. " There is no news to our advantage," said grand- A WEDDING. 269 mother. " There is, to be sure, much baffling ac count of the proceedings about the Delaware. I mistrust there is little to be hoped for in the matter of success." "Tut! tut!" cried Aunt Desire. " Lizbeth, you must not croak. That was a fine bout they had at Bennington, and suz ! how I should like to have been with that little party in whaleboats that pounced on the British Prescott, and bore him out of his bed through his own troops. It was a pretty adventure;" and Aunt Desire laughed silently. "Yes, that you would like to have been one of them I don t doubt," replied Aunt Nancy. "You d have shouldered your gun as handily as any. Men s wear does never daunt you, Desire." " It is nothing but war, war, battle, battle, all the time," pouted a pretty girl, sitting by. " Fy ! Fy ! You shouldn t talk so, Jerusha," said her mother. "What would you have us talk about?" asked Grandmother Hall, looking severely at the girl. "Oh, of the bride-maids and the brideman ! Who is he to be, I wonder ? I cannot find out." "You ll find out when you see him, I suppose," Aunt Desire remarked ; " and that will be soon enough." 2/O A GIRL OF 76. " She is a pretty bride, is not Cousin Lyddy ? " said Jerusha. "I think her Joseph a lucky man." " Handsome is as handsome does," returned Aunt Nancy, oracularly. " She is a pretty and a sweet maid. Whether she will make a good wife is to be seen." " I hear she deterred Joseph from reenlisting," said Aunt Desire; "and that I consider a weakness." " Rather excusable, Desire, just at this time," put in Aunt Nancy. "The girl is of a soft nature. You cannot be surprised that she was loath to let him go." " I hear he has but deferred it," interposed Betsey ; "and doubtless, when the honeymoon wanes, he will shoulder his gun again." "I trust so," remarked her grandmother. "I should think ill of him if he, young and lusty, should stay at home while older men are sacrificing themselves. But you are called, Betsey ; " and the girl ran off at the summons. "We are ready to dress the bride, Betsey," called Abby. " Come along and do your part." And an hour later Lydia was adorned in all the glory of her wedding raiment, while her admiring bridemaicls vied with each other in their praises of her looks. The white India muslin did indeed make a charm ing wedding gown, and fell in soft folds around the A WEDDING. 271 girlish form. Lydia s violet eyes dropped modestly at so much praise, a glint of sunshine changed her fair hair into a golden aureole, and she appeared like some sweet saint, with the look of mingled awe and happiness upon her face. "And who is the brideman," asked Jerusha, curi ously ; " and which of us is to be so lucky as to win his favor ? " " That is to be seen ; but he is a right pretty fellow, and I ll warrant if patriotism is to be one of the terms under which he surrenders, that Miss Betsey will have the best show," said Ruth Dodge. "We all heard of how she fooled the British." "And you think she will be prepared to fool a lad easily. Fy, Ruth ! " said Abby. "Ah, not that!" Ruth made haste to protest; "but she has been so valiant that I don t doubt she ll win the prize this time." "If prize it be," put in another. " Master David has a good inheritance and is an orphan just come of age," Ruth informed the speaker. "Ah! then he is a prize if his morals match his possessions." "Which they do. I have never heard ill of him, save that he seems a little light and volatile, but he only appears so, I imagine," Ruth replied. 2/2 A GIRL OF 76. "You see Ruth knows all about it," laughed Jerusha. " And well she may," put in Lydia ; " she has known David all her life, in fact, they are first cousins." " Well, girls, the hour has come, we must go down," declared Abby. And the bevy of maidens escorted the bride downstairs, where she was met by the groom who wore a blue coat which fitted tight to his body, and was cut away on the thighs. Silver buttoned it was, and opened over a ruffled shirt ; his neck-cloth was of lace and the ends were long and swinging ; there were silver buckles at his knees and upon his shoes ; his stockings were of white silk. The brideman, or groomsman as he was called later, was similarly attired. " They are a goodly pair," whispered Abby to Betsey. "They are so," she whispered back. But now the old parson stepped forward and the long ceremony began. Prayer, hymn, exhortation, nothing was omitted, and it was, therefore, a tedious ordeal for the bride and groom ; but since it was the custom they stood gravely and solemnly till the pro longed harangue was over, and must have felt them selves to be very completely joined since the process required so much welding. CHAPTER XVII. FOR MY COUNTRY. THE words of the minister had hardly died away, and the hum of voices began to take the place of the long monologue, when there was a stir in the hall outside. Uncle Benjamin hurried to see the cause of it, but he came back quickly, followed by a young man. Uncle Benjamin looked excited ; he waved a paper over his head. " Good news ! Good news ! " he cried, " Burgoyne has surrendered ! " Such a shout of triumph as went up. It drowned the congratulations which had begun to be offered to the bride and groom, and every one crowded around the young soldier to hear the details. Betsey, on the outskirts of the crowd, did not, at first, see the new comer, but as she pressed nearer and nearer, she at last caught a glimpse of whom, but Amos ! " Oh, Abby ! " she exclaimed, in a suppressed tone, which she fain would have made a joyous cry. "It is Amos, oh, think of it ! Amos ! " "What, your friend, the fifer of whom you have told me ? Why, Betsey, he has grown to man s s 2 73 274 A GIRL OF 7 6 - stature, and, ah me ! I think he is a fair specimen. My heart is quite lost to him already. For all he is travel-worn, he is likely to win more admiration than the pretty brideman in all his fine toggery." Betsey bit her lip, for she saw that Abby spoke truly, and that the girls were crowding around Amos, leaving the wedding party quite in the lurch. " Methinks I ll list to-morrow," spoke up the bride man, young David Conant, "for neither maids nor any one else ever withstood the fascinations of the military. See, Joseph, even your new spouse has only eyes for him." David spoke laughingly, but Joseph looked grave. "He gives me a new sense of my duty," he said in a low voice. " I must not tarry long, I think." " Oh, Joseph ! " Lydia turned her sweet eyes upon him. "On our wedding-day you speak of leaving me." "No, sweetheart, not upon our wedding-day would I leave you. I but thought the time must come." Meanwhile, Amos was relating the details of the surrender ; old and young hung on his words. " Twas most gallant and courteous of our side to allow such conditions," Uncle John was saying, as Betsey came near enough to hear particulars. " You say none of the American soldiers witnessed the hu miliation of the British." FOR MY COUNTRY. 2/5 " None. To the tune of Yankee Doodle a body of us marched into the lines of the British, who marched out and laid down their arms. Bread was then served them, for they had none, nor even flour to make any." At the mention of " Yankee Doodle," Betsey raised herself on tiptoe and smiled, over the heads of the others, at Amos, who caught sight of her bright face, and smiled back. Both remembered the scene in the schoolhouse, a year and a half before. "And were there many prisoners?" asked Aunt Desire. " A great many, and deserters in large numbers. Oh, it was a brave victory! A large train of brass artillery, muskets, and many other things were sur rendered, so that we had stores as well as prisoners." " And now the north will be ours," cried Uncle John. " But come, lad, this news has led us from our duty to this company. Abby, can you not see that our young friend has refreshment?" "Oh!" replied Amos, "I have been amply re freshed at Salem where I stopped to see Mrs. Pam ela Porter." " Nevertheless, lad, a bit and a sup will hearten you. Take him along, Abby, and we ll all follow." So Betsey saw Amos borne off triumphantly by 2/6 A GIRL OF 76. Abby, while she, under the escort of David Conant, followed with the rest of the company, to where a feast of good things awaited them. Betsey was long ing to have a few confidential words with her soldier friend. He looked proud and happy as if he had good news to tell, and she was sure that something had occurred to bring such a look to his face, while she wondered impatiently what it could be. " Our young soldier seems to have won the favor of all the girls," said David. "Yet, if I am not mis taken, he smiles more kindly upon Miss Abby Breed than on any other." Betsey looked over to the other side of the room. To be sure Amos did appear to be mightily occupied with Abby, and she had not seen him for eighteen months. She compressed her lips, and hurt pride made her turn to her companion with a little smile, saying saucily : " True, but smiles do not exist only for Amos Dwight. I am sure you could win as many if you were to don a soldier s cap. Why, Master Conant, are you not fighting for your country?" " Perhaps because no fair maid has thought it worth while to urge it." "A pretty reason, forsooth. Does it need pretty maids, or indeed, maids at all, to teach a man his duty?" FOR MY COUNTRY. 2// " Not at all times, but it is much to feel that one leaves at home a brave little heart to take an interest in him." "And ache for him, eh?" " Yes, that is not a sad thought. One does not like to suffer alone. Misery loves company." " But tis a selfish thought. Men are not unselfish, however, except those like my father, or perhaps I should say young men are not." " You would bid us go and suffer privation and fatigue, and yet deny us the comfort of knowing you were sorry for us. Truly, Miss Betsey, that, too, is selfish." " Maybe so, and it may be that maids are not a whit less selfish than lads. But we have wandered from our point. You have not said truly why you do not list." "Truly, I do say, none have cared to urge it." " Oh, I fear you are not quite truthful ! Some one must have." " No ; the boys have rallied me for a stay-at-home, and the old folks have scolded, but none have said so bravely and sweetly as you, Miss Betsey, go, for duty s sake." "Then, I repeat it, go, for duty s sake." "If you will add, and for my sake. 1 2/8 A GIRL OF 76. Betsey shook her head. "No; who would win such a concession must prove himself worthy of it." "Then, forsooth, I ll win it. At least bid me God speed." " I do, with all my heart, and may you win honor and glory in routing the enemy." " Then it s a bargain. I go no later than to-mor row, if so I can manage it." Amos, looking over at the two, saw so earnest a look on their faces that first he wondered why they appeared so absorbed, and then was uncomfortable at the thought it suggested. He returned that same night to Salem, and Betsey had only a few words with him in the presence of several others. And when she next saw him, the glad look had left his face, and there were no opportunities for confidences given her. They had all returned from Uncle John Porter s the day after the wedding. Abby and her mother had come with them for a visit. Amos was to stop for a few days, and then return to his regiment. For some reason he did not seem so calm and philosophic as usual, and gave his old schoolmate only pleasant and polite words, but no opportunity for friendly talk. The young brideman gallantly escorted Betsey FOR MY COUNTRY. 2/Q home, and promised that when she next saw him, he would be in the uniform of an American soldier. "Be sure you do not come till then," said Betsey, laughingly, as she bade him good-by. "You will not speak to me, otherwise?" " Perhaps not, or if I do twill be to chide you for a laggard." She had greatly enjoyed her cousin Lydia s wed ding, and looked forward with delight to spending a few days with her so soon as she should have fairly become domiciled. "Come over next Saturday," Lydia urged, "you and Abby. I shall be fairly at home by then, and you can see me walk bride, Betsey ;" and Betsey consented, although doubtful as to the righteousness of going from her own church even for one Sunday ; but Lydia had begged very hard and the temptation was great, even though she felt sure grandmother would not approve. And, therefore, on Saturday she made ready to start for Marblehead, scarce expecting that David Conant would be on hand. "Come, Abby," she said, "it is time we were on our way. We do not want to be overtaken by the shades of evening, and we do not want to trespass on the Sabbath s demands." 28O A GIRL OF 76. But Abby held back and presently said, " Isn t Master Dwight going with us ? " Betsey tossed her head a little proudly. "Amos? I m sure I don t know. I never asked him." "Oh, Betsey! and he is going back so soon." "Well, what of that? Me has not made himself very merry company. I would be better pleased if we had a less silent escort." "You mean that rattlepate David Conant." " Rattlepate ! Much you know of him. He is to be one of our country s defenders, too. Pray speak with more respect, Miss Abby. He will yet win his shoulder-straps. You will see." " Oh, Betsey ! he has made you think him a brave man, when he is but a braggart." " He never pretended to be aught but what he is. I have no promise from him save that he will join the army. Why do you talk so, Abby ? " " Because I don t like to see you cast aside old friends for new." "And who is casting aside old friends? Not I." " You well know that Lydia and Joseph expected Amos to go with us to-day." "Even so. I am not Master Dvvight s superior officer to order him hither and thither. If he wants to go, I am not standing in his way." And Betsey, FOR MY COUNTRY. 28 1 with a very young ladyish air, left the room with her head high. " What has come over Betsey ? " Abby said to Amos who just then entered. " I cannot make her out. She has not been the same since the wedding. She is too sweet and wise a girl to have her head turned by excitement. She is so eager to go to Marblehead, and talks of nothing else but the fun that will be going on next week, the quilting party and what not with which Lyddy promises to entertain us." Amos stood looking thoughtfully at the little work- bag Betsey had left behind her. Somehow this new Betsey was altogether a different being from the little girl he had left eighteen months before. Her pervasive presence seemed to fill the room even when she was not in it. She was no longer the demure little maiden of his boyhood days, but a spirited young lady, who chose her own way, and followed it. " You will go with us, Master Dwight," said Abby, timidly. "I have promised Aunt Pamela to attend the nutt ing here." " Oh ! " Abby s face fell, but without a word she arose and prepared to leave the room. At the door she looked back. Amos was standing by the chair 0:1 which hung Betsey s bag. His grave face wore 282 A GIRL OF 76. a still more serious look. Abby turned with her hand on the latch. " Master Dwight," she said, " I have a brother, my only one, in the army he is, and he tells me all that troubles him. Won t you tell me how I can bring about a better feeling between you and Betsey ? You used to be such good friends, and now you seem no more than mere acquaintances." Amos looked at her wistfully. "Thank you," he replied. "I am afraid it is only the change that comes with time. We are boy and girl no longer, and time does not go back. I confess I did expect to give many confidences to my friend, but somehow every thing has changed, and I feel like going away with out telling any one what I had expected to." "Oh, that s too bad! You d better think better of it, and come to Marblehead, Master Dwight." But she felt that there was no use in pressing Amos further. One of those intangible walls, so hard to penetrate, had risen up between Betsey and the young soldier, and it was useless for an outsider to try to break it down. Betsey was bustling about in her room getting her finery together, when Abby came up. " See, Abby," she said, " I shall have my new red cloak to wear, and my beads, and I have this pretty tucker. So I shall appear tolerably well before the fine people of Marblehead." FOR MY COUNTRY. 283 " What does possess you, Betsey ? " asked Abby. " You are not wont to be so tasty about dress." " No ? Well, it is high time I thought more of it. Are you ready, Abby?" Marblehead was at this time a more prosperous town than Salem, second only to Boston in the num ber of its inhabitants, and showed many handsome houses. -It was, therefore, into quite fine society that Betsey and Abby were going. The two set off in the fine weather of a crisp November day to pay their first visit to the new Mrs. Pearce, and had hardly proceeded very far before they were met by David Conant. " And why are you in civilian s clothes ? " was Betsey s greeting. " Fair mistress Betsey, it is because I have not yet had time to set my affairs in order, and I am loath to leave Marblehead when the prospect is promised of certain festivities at which two neighboring damsels are to be present." Betsey looked scornful. "That is but trivial talk," she replied, glancing at his gay attire. " Lace ruffles become you well perhaps, Master Conant, but I would rather see you in plain homespun, and carrying a gun on your shoulder." " Do you not grant me a little grace, Miss Betsey ? " 284 A GIRL OF 76. "Not a day, not an hour." " But to-morrow will be the Sabbath. Surely I may wait till Monday." "Till Monday, then," she returned. But she marched on like a grenadier, and was very curt and crisp with the young man the rest of the way. Lydia greeted them with all the effusion that could be desired, and showed them her fine house with great pride. Betsey greatly admired Lydia s pretty outfit, even though homespun linen and woollen alone was em ployed in the making of it. Still some family jewels had come to her, and Joseph had presented her with a little casket of trinkets which had belonged to his mother. Of all Betsey s possessions, there was probably noth ing in which she took a more innocent pride than in her string of gold beads. Her mother, to be sure, had carried away from Charlestown her own little case of jewels, which some day would be Betsey s ; but that "some day" is always a very indefinite period, and did not represent a very definite possession to Betsey. Cousin Margaret had taken away all such adornments with her, and therefore Betsey s only real bit of frip pery was her string of beads. She frequently took them from their quaint, little wooden box, and turned FOR MY COUNTRY. 285 them over, letting the yellow balls drop one by one through her fingers. She loved pretty things, for all she was such a little Puritan. She was often filled .with a secret regret that the state of affairs did not permit her to wear, with a serene conscience, the dainty things which her cousin Margaret had given her, and she wondered if ever the time would come when it would not be wrong. She had lost her own little childish belongings in the fire, and these beads represented a new treasure, absolutely her own, of which no one could deprive her. "Are they mine? All mine, grandmother?" she asked, as she first clasped them around her white throat. " Yes, Betsey," was the answer. " To do with as I please ? I don t have to give them back if I don t behave myself, or anything like that." " How you talk. No. You re too big a girl to be treated as if you were a baby. Your own conscience ought to be sufficient to keep you from doing wrong, and not the fear of being deprived of a trinket. I am surprised at you, Betsey." "Oh, grandmother, I didn t mean any wrong! I was only asking because I do so like to have something of my very own; I haven t had a real treasure for so long." 286 A GIRL OF 76. " Weil, child, well, they are your very own ; you can fling them in the sea if you like." But Betsey had no wish to do any such thing, and she took them to Marblehead, very proud of an op portunity of wearing them. The quiet Sabbath began with Saturday at sunset, and very sedately was the first evening passed in Mrs. Pearce s new house. There was, however, quite an excitement in the prospect of the morrow, and when they started to meeting, in all the congregation who eagerly watched to see Lyclia " walk bride," no one was more honestly proud than Betsey of her pretty cousin. Very pretty, truly, did Lydia look in her dove-col ored crape, her white bonnet with ostrich plumes, her lace tucker, and her silk mantle. Joseph, too, was very smart in his wedding attire, and when, before seating themselves, they slowly turned around that all the congregation might have a view of their bridal array, Betsey was sure that never was admira tion more worthily won than by this handsome pair. Her thoughts, however, took a new turn when the long sermon began, and she tried to give her best attention to it. There was on that day, as was made very often during the Revolution, a special collection for the Continental army. It seemed as if on this "ALL THE CONGREGATION WATCHED TO SEE LYDIA WALK BRIDE. FOR MY COUNTRY, 287 occasion an unwonted enthusiasm was stirring the hearts of the people, for winter was approaching and the devoted army faced want and suffering. Betsey herself was more than usually moved, and as she saw bits of jewellery, articles of clothing, and even bullets, made from leaden weights, brought for ward, she considered herself a very niggardly person to have nothing to give. She saw Lydia look up pleadingly at her husband, and he smiled down at her, so she knew that no small sum came from that quarter. She looked around her ; here a girl slipped off her one little ring and bestowed that, another gave a heavy old watch, a third unfastened her earrings. Betsey felt a sudden presentiment of sacrifice re quired which she did not want to meet. She tried to turn away her eyes, to pretend that she was a visitor, that she had already given up and suffered enough, that everything except that she had an offering to spare. But it was no use. She grew very red, then quite pale, and fingered the beads around her neck. Then she glanced helplessly at Abby, but she was look ing straight ahead, in conscious virtue of having nothing to give. Betsey bit her lips and told herself that it would never do to give away her grandmother s gift, an 288 A GIRL OF 76. heirloom, really ; but then came the recollection that grandmother had said they were hers to throw away if she wanted. "And I m such a wicked, purse- proud creature that I am not willing to give them to my country," she thought. "I will, -I will." She stealthily lifted the beads from her neck, and they slid down warmly into her hand. She looked neither to the right nor the left, but pushed her way out of the pew, and carried her one treasure to the altar and laid it on the heap of trinkets already there. Then she came quietly back and sat down. Abby looked at her sympathetically. She knew how fond Betsey was of her beads, but her look was not returned. The giver of the beads was long ing to cry ; her heart was beating ; she missed not only the clasp of the circling necklace, but she missed the delight of possession. As yet she was not glad that she had given it. She might be to morrow, but now she was only conscious of a rebel lious feeling at having a conscience which would not permit her to keep what she so much wanted. Abby was not the only one who noted her sacri fice. The gay and debonair David Conant had wit nessed her act with mixed feelings, and his was the hand that ransomed the beads. Betsey little knew in whose keeping they rested the next night. FOR MY COUNTRY. 289 "Oh, Betsey," Abby whispered as they came home from meeting, "how generous you are! I am afraid I could not have done that." "I m not generous," Betsey snapped out; and she ran up to her room before her cousin could be aware that she was indulging in a wanton grief, that of mourning over the sacrifice of a mere gewgaw. "I may be glad to-morrow, but to-day I m not," she told herself as she went down to dinner. Praises for her patriotic spirit met her on every side. To all of them she gave an indifferent silence ; and when Abby came to her and said, " Amos will be proud of you, Betsey," she turned on her an indignant look. "Amos!" she said scornfully. "Why do you harp on that one string, Abby ? Tis nothing but Amos, Amos, all day ; one would think there were but one soldier left ! Talk about the quilting-bee or something more novel. If your thoughts do so run on Amos, pray keep them to yourself or give voice to them before some other." And Abby was effectu ally silenced. CHAPTER XVIII. THE QUILTING-BEE. IT was a busy little company which gathered in Lydia s new home to help make up the pieced quilts which had been given her as bridal presents. Slim girls in their homespun gowns an occasional gay chintz to be seen among them plied their needles swiftly as they worked away around the big frames on which the quilts were stretched. Pretty girls they were, many of them, who, even in this chill November weather, wore short elbow sleeves and gowns cut low at the neck, their thin kerchiefs or tuckers softly folded around their white throats. It was the merriest company in which Betsey had been for many a day, not excepting even the wedding party, for here all were young, and a certain solem nity always pervades a wedding party. There was a great rivalry, for to see which quilt would be first finished was the main object ; so the tongues and needles flew fast, while laughter and quick, humorous talk filled the room. " Hurry up, Betsey Hall ; you are lagging ! " cried 290 THE QUILTING-BEE. 29 1 one of the lasses. " Lydia s party will get through first. You re not doing us credit." And Betsey, who had allowed her thoughts to wander, briskly fell to work, her needle dipping in and out with the swiftest of them. But the short November afternoon was ending. Candles, in huge silver or pewter candlesticks, were brought in. Still the needles flew faster and faster, and at last a shout arose from Lydia s side of the room. " Done ! we beat you. Ha ! you are the red coats, we the victorious Americans. You are routed ! You are routed ! " And to Betsey s chagrin, she found herself this time on the losing side. Already the lads had gathered in the next room ; and great trays of apples, cider, cakes, nuts, and it must be confessed punch were brought in. To this festivity Betsey had secretly wished that Amos might come, but he did not make his appear ance. Instead, David Conant sought her out. "Truly, you are a patriot maid," he said, "to have laid your pretty ornament upon the altar of your country." " I should be a poor patriot did I do less," she made reply. " And were I a man, I should be a poorer patriot did I allow the maids to make sacri fices while I made none." 2Q2 A GIRL OF 76. "A caustic reproof, surely, Miss Betsey. You do not believe in my good intentions, it seems." "Good intentions serve poorly where a stout arm and a brave heart are required. How do you know, my fine sir, but what your help is not this moment needed ? " " Ah ! Miss Betsey, you do not know that a fair damsel s eyes can hold a man prisoner as well as can British jailers." "He is no prisoner who has the means of escape." "But I have none." " And why, pray ? Not one maid who loved her country would detain you a moment." "Not willingly, perhaps. You are a cruel jailer, Miss Betsey, you hide your fetters in silken strands." " Nonsense ! that is but foolish talk. It is no time for a man to waste words on a young and silly girl. Go, do your duty, and leave maids and pretty speeches till peace visits the land. I will listen to no more." And Betsey got up and left her cava lier. But he followed her. "See," he said, setting aside her sharp speeches, "have I not pared an apple prettily? Throw it over your shoulder, Miss Betsey, and let us see what letter the name of your true love bears." Betsey whirled the apple paring three times around THE QUILTING-BEE. 293 her head, and then let it spin through the air and fall in a curling heap on the sanded floor. David looked eagerly. " Tis a D, I declare." " So tis," cried one and another, " as plain as can be." " And that stands for David," asserted Master Conant, triumphantly. "Or for Dvvight," said Abby, in a low tone to Betsey. Betsey cast her a withering glance, and gave the little querly-queue a contemptuous kick with the end of her slipper. " Such folly ! " she cried. " It is no more a D than an H." " An H, an II," mused David. " Who is it bears that for a leading letter ? Is he a Henry or a Hiram or a Hosea?" " My cousin Margaret would say it was a Hugh." "And is he a soldier?" " He is in truth," answered Betsey, a little mali ciously, as she walked away. There was no coquetry meant, but it would seem so, for the young man took the words to heart, and really thought a serious rival existed somewhere in the American lines. At the close of the merry-making, he came to Betsey, and said : " This is my last frolic, truly, Miss 294 A GIRL OF 7 6 - Betsey. I am in actual earnest ; I go to-morrow. Will you welcome me back with a smile if I win you laurels ?" " I will welcome you, as I would any brave man." "Who has gone for your sake?" "Who has gone for a far nobler reason; because his country called him." " And when the war is over, I shall find you here, still Betsey Hall?" " Yes, I think I can promise you that. I shall probably be on Massachusetts soil, and I shall be Betsey Hall." "Then I ask no more. Farewell!" And with more dignity and real feeling than Betsey gave him credit for, he bade her adieu. But this little episode passed almost out of Bet sey s mind later on. Just now, however, she turned to aid in the bundling up of guests. It had turned much colder, and was beginning to snow. The girls wore their close quilted " punkin hoods," their woollen mittens, and some of them even carried the huge bearskin muffs which had belonged to their grandmothers. "We are going to have sleighing," they said, as they stepped out on the porch and saw the feathery crystals floating down. THE QUILTIXG-BEE. 295 Betsey watched the girls depart, each with her special swain, and she turned back into the big room where " the wa nut logs shot sparkles out." All were gone, but she saw a forlorn figure sitting on the settle by the fire. It was pretty Lyclia, who was crying pitifully, while Abby tried vainly to comfort her. "What is it? What is it?" inquired Betsey. She had not noted the forced smile Lydia s face had worn this last half hour. She did not know that David Conant had inadvertently mentioned something which spoiled her Paradise. " What is it ? " she repeated. "Oh, Betsey!" cried Lydia, catching her hand, "Joseph has listed again." Betsey stood still. Here was a trouble compared to which the loss of her gold beads was a mere bagatelle. She knelt down by her cousin, possessing herself of one of the nervous little hands. " Don t, dear Lyddy," she said. "Would you have him less brave ? " No, no, but it is so hard, so hard. We have only been married a week, and he will leave me for some far-off place. Oh, Betsey, I may never see him again ! " " And where is he now ? " 296 A GIRL OF 76. " He has gone to see that the boys with their horses are off all right," Abby explained. " And does he know, Lyddy dear, that you have heard this ? " " No. I know he did not want to spoil my even ing s pleasure." "Then spare him the pain of telling you. Come, Lyddy, he will be here in a moment ; dry your eyes. It is not a true patriot s wife who gives way to her grief. Meet him bravely, and let him see that you are no weakling who would hold him back from his duty. Bid him Godspeed, and let him go away feeling he has left a true wife behind him whose brave heart will strengthen his when he thinks of her. Here he comes ; go meet him, and tell him you are proud of a husband who is neither a stive- ling coward nor a luxurious knave, who eats the bread of idleness." Betsey had been so much with older persons, had seen and heard so many such speeches, that although it would ordinarily have seemed a very mature way for a girl of sixteen to talk, the power to do so was born of her training and experience. Lydia, thus encouraged and admonished, went for ward to meet Joseph ; and, if her lips trembled and her sweet eyes overflowed, she managed to convey THE QUILTING-BEE. 297 her wifely words of encouragement to the young man, who called her a brave little woman and one that a man might be proud of. For all that, Lydia s sorrow haunted Betsey s thoughts. She pored a long time over her little Bible that night by the flickering light of her one candle, and from that hour she never regretted her beads. She was, moreover, very gentle and sweet to Abby, the next day when they started for home, so that Abby felt that the old Betsey had come back again. " And she ll perhaps be the same to Amos," thought Abby. But this hope was doomed to be unfulfilled, for Aunt Pamela s face had a new look of sadness on it when they saw her, and to Abby s question, "And where is Amos ? " her mother replied by saying, " He left this morning. He has rejoined his regiment. They are ordered to join Washington." " He has received his promotion," grandmother said triumphantly. Betsey started, and made a little exclamation ; then she bent over her plate, for they were at the supper table. "He might have waited till we came back," Abby said. " He could not. Time and tide wait for no man, 298 A GIRL OF 76. and war does not wait for frivolous damsels," replied grandmother. " He left his farewells," Betsey s mother informed them. "Joseph Pearce is going, too," Abby announced. Aunt Pamela sighed. "Poor Lyddy ! " " I trust she is not snivelling and weeping over him, making him feel that he has a silly, selfish wife," remarked grandmother, severely. " No, indeed, she is trying to be brave ; and although it is pitiful to see her poor, white little face, she smiles when she meets Joseph s eye." " Now, that is gratifying to hear," grandmother certi fied. " I hardly hoped for that from Lyddy." "And, oh! there was such a big contribution taken at meeting on the Sabbath. I did so wish for some thing to give." Abby glanced hesitatingly at Betsey, who turned crimson when her cousin said, " Betsey gave her beads, her pretty gold beads." Betsey looked up deprecatingly at her grandmother, but she met an approving nod. " Good child ; I am pleased with you, Betsey. I feared they would foster vanity in you, for you seemed too much gratified with them. Nothing is too much to give for one s country, and I am proud that my granddaughter has shown so lofty a spirit of patriotism." THE QUILTING-BEE. 299 " I did hate to give them up," faltered Betsey, humbly, " but I couldn t help it. I had to." "Yes, I don t doubt the old Adam was at work," returned grandmother, smiling. " I hope you have conquered all regrets by this time." "Yes, grandmother, I have truly." " That is well, and another time your sacrifice will be easier if you are called upon to make it." And with this the subject of the beads was dropped and was not brought up again for many a long day. News of the arm} , from time to time, reached the family at Salem, but now it was sad and piti ful news of destitution and distress, of barefooted, hungry men braving the bitter winter at Valley Forge. "It seems so dreadful," Betsey would say, as she spread out her hands to the cheering warmth of Aunt Pamela s blazing fire, "it seems so dreadful to think of father and all our poor men in the army shivering and hungry ; sometimes I think I cannot stand it." " I cannot understand it," replied grandmother. "There have been stores of clothing sent out from every direction. The country at large gives, and gives generously. There is gross mismanagement somewhere." 3OO A GIRL OF 76. And true enough this was, for it is a matter of history that " hogsheads of shoes, stockings, and clothing were lying at different places on the roads, and in the woods, perishing for want of teams or of money to pay the teamsters." Many gallant men gave their services as beasts of burden, yoking themselves to wagons and dragging to camp such stores as they could. Still the women in their New England homes kept on with their knitting and spinning, the echoes of war, carried on further south, reaching them. There were, it is true, one or two affairs nearer home which aroused much local excitement. The ex pedition of General Grey to Buzzard s Bay in Septem ber of 78 roused the people to much of their former aggressive bitterness, and seemed for a time to bring back the old horrors of the war to their doors. Abby and her mother had long since gone back to their country home. Lydia watched and waited at Marblehead. Aunt Desire, fiercer and grimmer than ever, harangued and labored for the cause. The evacuation of Philadelphia brought them joy, the battle of Monmouth sorrow, for after the latter event came news of the mortal wound which bereft Abby of her father. And so, with hopes and fears agitating them, they THE QUILTING-BEE. 30 1 passed the year 78. Betsey now was truly grown "a big girl." "Forsooth," said Parnel Beman, jocosely, "Betsey, if you do not haste and find a husband, you will be an old maid. Eighteen, and not a sign of wedding clothes ! I am quite anxious about you." Betsey smiled. " Perchance I may be an old maid, Parnel ; but I will marry none but a soldier." "You re waiting for shoulder-straps, maybe." " No ; for peace." Parnel, herself, was setting stitches in her own linen, for the return of her betrothed, at the end of his term of enlistment, decided the question of a wedding ; and she was sitting with Betsey, gossiping over the latest news from the seat of war. The terrible Wyoming massacre they discussed with awed voices. It seemed such a horror to be added to the other distresses which war brought about. The incidents of the raid into Connecticut brought forth all their exclamations of indignation, and such revengeful speeches as Parnel declared made her real ize more truly than anything that her ancestors were hard on the witches of Salem. " And what think you, Betsey, of those monsieurs who were at Boston with their ships ? " " I ave them little thought. Boston was soldier- 3O2 A GIRL OF 76. ridden quite enough, and the frog-eating Frenchmen had no business there. I heard there were some lively riots on the wharves." "Yet you must admire the young and brave Lafay ette, who has so nobly come to our aid. Indeed, I think the French have shown themselves a friendly nation, and we ought well to love them." " Perhaps so ; yet it was but a short time ago they were our enemies, while the English bitter foes as we now regard them are of our own blood. It is like brother fighting brother; only to think of it! Twas but great-grandsir Hopkins grandsir who came from England." " True enough ; and that reminds me, Betsey. Have you never heard from your cousin Margaret, who sailed away from Boston with the British?" " Indeed, yes. I but lately had a letter from her. She is a widow, and among strangers. It is very sad." "I should think she d return to her native land." "She does not think of doing so, it seems." " And, Betsey, did she say nothing of the young British gallant you met ? What was his name ? " " Hugh Jarvis, you mean ? Yes, he has gone home. He went with Burgoyne s men, and my cousin wrote that he had called upon her. Captain THE QUILTIXG-BEE. 303 Yorke, poor man, lost a leg in battle and he, too, is in England, and I shall likely never see them again." " I feel so sorry for Abby Breed," said Parnel, whose warmhearted, impulsive nature, which had led her into many a childish scrape, now promised but to make her an affectionate, spirited, enthusiastic woman. "Yes," Betsey sighed. "There are many gaps, Parnel. I tremble for our own dear one. My father has escaped so marvellously, that I often wonder if we are not more than usually blessed." "And what of Amos?" " Aunt Pamela hears from him ; at last accounts he was safe." "The same earnest, good fellow as ever?" " I think so, I know nothing to the contrary." Betsey spoke with reserve. " Your aunt Pamela is very fond of him ; she speaks quite as if he were her son, or at least her nephew." Parnel glanced mischievously at Betsey. " He must be rarely good to so have won her." " He is good." "And brave as a lion." " Yes, and brave as a lion." "And a true, patriotic soldier." 304 A GIRL OF 76. "Yes, all that." " Then, Miss Betsey, I ll warrant if he comes back with so much as a leg left to stand on, you ll be no old maid." And Parnel jumped up, shook out her work, and without giving Betsey time for reply rattled on about something else. " You ll be my bridemaid, Betsey," she said, roll ing up her sewing, "but you ll have to stop there. Three times a bridemaid never a bride, so the say ing goes. Heigho ! I never know how time flies. I must scud home." CHAPTER XIX. MISSING ! OTRANGE to say, very soon after this conversa- ^ tion, there did come a packet from Amos for Aunt Pamela, and by the same hand one for Betsey. They were written from the camp at Middlebrook, and had been long on the way. For some reason Betsey did not open hers, which felt heavy, but sat with it in her hand, while Aunt Pamela gave them the news of the boy s welfare. An interruption left Betsey free to flee to her own room, where she opened her letter and read : " DKAR BETSEY, At the request of a comrade who in his dying hour gave me messages for you, I write this. David Conant is no more. He was fatally wounded in the battle of Bute s Hill, and desired me to say to you that he had not a regret save that he had not a fair promise of your love. He gave into my hands a little string of beads which he said you once wore, and which he carried for your sake these many days, hoping the time might come when he could place them as a love gauge in your hands. They saved his life on one occasion, for the bullet which flattened one of them would u 305 306 A GIRL OF 76. otherwise have been his death. I was asked to give you this memento, at some time, and say that the sight of your sacri fice of them was that which gave birth to his best feelings, and that had you not, in words, urged him to go, he should never have been happy unless fighting for his country. He bade me comfort you, should you feel his loss grievously, and to carry you these words which I have written. I do not feel that comfort can come to you at my hands ; I once hoped other wise. But if I am spared, for old friendship s sake you will, I trust, receive me as one who has always wished you well, and who can never forget you. " We may never meet again. There is more and more an urgent need for men to fight or die for their country. Should I fall there will come to you, by a trusty hand, a last message from your old schoolfellow, "AMOS." The tears rained down Betsey s face as she read this. She could scarcely realize it. The gay, debo nair David Conant would make no more pretty speeches to her. She had sent him forth to win fame and glory, and this was what had come of it. She turned over the little sealed package which came with the letter. These were her beads. She had never thought to see them again, and least of all had she expected that they would come to her in such a manner. What a real knightly deed it had been, that of the young man who had ransomed them and had worn them, through the thick of MISSING! 307 battle, next his heart. No word of the living David had so deeply touched Betsey as this silent witness of his real affection for her. She unfastened the little parcel and looked upon the flattened bead : a strange and vivid token of the lad s devotion to her and to his country. She was still weeping when she heard her grand mother s voice. " Betsey, why in the world don t you come to your dinner ? " Then, as she entered the room, " What are you crying for ? I hope there is no bad news." " Oh, grandmother, see ! see ! my beads ! " "Your beads? Mercy sakes ! child, are you crazy?" " No, listen to this, grandmother," Betsey in the fulness of her heart replied, and she read out a part of the letter from Amos. Grandmother adjusted her spectacles and looked at the beads, then handed them back silently. It was her first realization of the fact that Betsey was no longer a little girl. "Humph!" she said; but she paused, for she re membered that girls married young in those days, and younger still in hers, and had she not been two years a wife at Betsey s age ? "Poor young man," at last she continued. "So there is another life sacrificed to tyranny. Poor young man! I trust he was prepared." The old 308 A GIRL OF 76. lady felt a little ill at ease before Betsey in this new position, and she started slowly downstairs. Then she paused. " Aunt Pamela has not finished her letter yet; you d better come and hear it." But for some reason Aunt Pamela did not finish the letter in the presence of the family. Nor did Betsey show hers to any one but her mother. They learned from Aunt Pamela that Amos was at camp, that none knew where next they might be called, that he would write again, and so on. A second letter did come some time after, telling of the victory of Stony Point, and then followed a long silence. One Sabbath morning would Betsey ever forget it ? there was read out from the pulpit by the min ister, news of the losses in a battle. " Lieutenant Stephen Hall, mortally wounded ; Amos D wight, en sign, missing." The names seemed branded on Bet sey s brain. She never knew how she reached home, whether her mother or her grandmother was there or not. She only knew that from henceforth so far as she was concerned the war was a thing of the past, and that the future held but a blank stretch of years. Her father her dear, devoted father mor tally wounded, perhaps now dying, it might be alone. Even grandmother s courage gave way at this MISSING ! 309 blow, and Betsey s mother grew so white and wasted that she looked like a spirit. As for Aunt Pamela, she who had been so quiet in her grief over Uncle Abiel, now mourned openly for Amos. It was all so terrible so terrible. Betsey awoke each morning with a sense of dread in facing the day, and dragged spiritless hours which no amount of employment seemed to make less dreary. Even when a week had passed it appeared no less dread ful. " I cannot bear it. I cannot bear it," she sobbed with her head in Aunt Pamela s lap. " It is a heavy cross, my child," returned the dear woman. "We do not know what we can bear till the time comes, and our shoulders are fitted to the burden." "But all all! it does not seem as if it could be. How can one be patient, and good, and endure, with such sorrow ? " "Yes, I know all all, for me, too, Betsey." "Oh, Aunt Pamela! I never realized before what it has meant to you. None of us have. Oh! you are brave, so brave, but I cannot be." "Yes, child, you can, and you will;" and then, brave though she was, Aunt Pamela suddenly broke down and the two wept together. 3IO A GIRL OF 76. But, all at once, so near do joy and sorrow some times stand, there came a lifting of the cloud. Bet sey, shut in her little room, one evening heard a great cry ring through the house, a cry of gladness which went to her very heart, and she went springing down the stairs to see, not a pale, ghostly wreck of a man, but a sturdy bronzed soldier her father! Grandmother was crying for very joy. Stephen danced up and down with delight, and little Polly was running around hugging everybody. Betsey s mother, frail and trembling, murmured words of endearment as she clung to her husband. "Oh, father! father!" cried Betsey. "Alive and well ! Oh, what does it mean ? " " It means, simply, that there are too many Stephen Halls, and that the poor fellow who did lose his life was a distant cousin, and not this Stephen Hall whom you see before you, and who is now not lieutenant, but captain." " Oh, father, a promotion ! " "Yes, and a leave of thirty days if I wish to take it." "And shall you go away again?" asked little Stephen. "Not unless I am needed. But why, what big children ! Three years can make a great change. I cannot realize that this is my little Betsey before me, MISSING! 311 a woman grown, and pretty well grown, too." Her father held her off at arm s length and looked her over smilingly. " I think, Polly, that she will do," he said. " No more chances for adventure, daughter, I sup pose." Betsey shook her head. "No, father." " But she gave her beads," piped up Stephen, before Betsey could stop him. And then the strange fate of the beads was told him, and he listened gravely, giv ing a great sigh at the close of the tale. " Stephen," Aunt Pamela s voice came tremblingly, " you haven t heard anything of Amos Dwight, have you ? " His face took on a grave look. "No; poor, brave boy, I fear we shall never hear- of him. He is re ported missing, and one who was present thought he was wounded in a skirmish, so I fear if he fell into the # hands of the British, there is small hope of hjs being alive after a siege in their prison ships." Aunt Pamela wrung her hands nervously, and Betsey felt that for at least two, the sudden flood of joy, which her father s return had brought, was ebbing away. She was thankful, oh, so thankful that the blackness of her despair was less ; but from this time it was so grave, subdued, and thoughtful a girl who moved about the house, that even the quiet gladness which her 312 A GIRL OF 76. father s daily presence brought could not stir her to enthusiasm. Aunt Pamela watched her more closely than did any one. Her grandmother and mother were so taken up with this great, new happiness that anything else was, for the time being, of a secondary consideration, and the girl s manner was by them unobserved. Aunt Pamela, however, sought her out one day in the little room which was still hers, the room with the sloping roof and deep windows. It had a chaste, neat look, far different from the girls rooms at this period, and a modern girl would think it a bare place with its simple furnishings, but Betsey loved it, and desired nothing better. She was sitting by the window, on the broad sill of which lay two or three worn letters and her little Bible, when Aunt Pamela found her. Her eye caught sight of the letters. " Betsey," she said, " I don t know how you felt toward that dear boy. It seems to me you didn t treat him very friendly when he was last here." And then Betsey broke down. She slid from her chair to the floor, where she sat at Aunt Pamela s feet, with her face buried in her hands. "Oh, Aunt Pamela," she sobbed, "what a wicked, wicked girl I am ! I sent poor David to his death, MISSING ! 313 and I let Amos go away without one kind word. And I am punished." Aunt Pamela looked very thoughtful, and fingered a paper she held in her hand. " My poor, dear boy, my Amos ! " she said with fond inflection. Betsey lifted her head. " My Amos ! " she said fiercely. "Mine. Oh, Aunt Pamela !" and down went the sleek brown head again upon Aunt Pamela s lap. " There, there, child, don t cry so. It s hard, I know it s hard. I didn t know you felt so about it." " Oh, I do ! I did always." "And he thought you liked that young Conant." " I don t know." "What made you behave so?" " Because, because I thought that day at the wedding that he didn t care, and so I let him see I didn t care I wanted not to. And then it got worse and worse." " I see. Betsey, dear child, Amos told me if it came to where we thought he d never come back, I was to give you this." And she slipped the little note into Betsey s hand, then essayed to go, but the girl held her. " Stay, please stay," she entreated. And Aunt Pamela complied. Betsey read the little note, and then put her head 3T4 A GIRL OF 76. down again in her aunt s lap, holding it there for a long time, while a kind hand stroked her hair. After a while she looked up. "Oh, Aunt Pamela!" she said. "As long as I live, I shall never forgive myself for treating him so, but I didn t know I didn t know. Do you care if I don t let you see this? I couldn t, it is too too and she fell to sobbing again. " Never mind, never mind, Betsey," Aunt Pamela tried to soothe her by saying. " It is bitter, I know it is bitter, but you have your father and mother. I have lost all," the brave voice faltered, and then went on, "but they are all waiting for me on the other shore." "Oh, dear, dear auntie! I know, I know I am self ish, and I do feel comforted now I know how he felt. You understand what that means to me, don t you ? But I wish Oh, if I could only see him for just one moment! That is what makes it so hard." "Don t grieve for that, dear. He is happier than earth could make him, if so he has left it already." " Oh, Aunt Pamela, do you think there is the slightest hope that he is still alive ? " "Sometimes I think so." " I don t dare to." " I have been trying quietly to get more informa- MISSING! 315 tion than the reports your father was able to bring, ind I do think there is still hope." "Yet you gave me this his last message." " Yes, I thought you needed it. He sent it to me vhen he wrote you and enclosed the beads. He jaid I was to give it to you at such time as I thought best." " I am so grateful, so glad you did, Aunt Pamela," and Betsey, moved out of her usual reticence, laid her flushed cheek against her aunt s hand. " It does make me much happier. I think now I can stand the waiting, even if it be through a long life." She was much more cheerful after this, and took a keener interest in outside matters, helping Parnel to arrange her new home, and acting as one of the bridemaids at the wedding. She went often to see Lydia, and together they talked of David Conant, but to no one but Aunt Pamela did Betsey speak of Amos, and even to her his name was rarely mentioned. Before Stephen Hall s leave of absence was up, stirring news from the army made him ill-content to tarry at home ; therefore once more he buckled on his sword, and after Washington s conference with Rochambeau in Connecticut, where an appeal was made to the governors of all the New England States 316 A GIRL OF 76. for more troops, he started for West Point, with an assured feeling that some great move was to be made. And in this he was not mistaken, for the grand strategy, the long-cherished scheme of Wash ington was about to be put into execution ; and toward the south did the northern army turn face, while those at home hoped and feared for the next news, not knowing from whence it might come. CHAPTER XX. PEACE. IT was toward the latter part of October, 1781, that a tall young woman was standing at one of the windows of an old hip-roofed house in Salem. The girls in town were beginning to whisper about that Betsey Hall was getting to be an old maid, for a girl of twenty in those days, absurd as it now seems, was considered to be "getting on." Parnel Manter in her new home further down the street, Lydia in Marble- head with her cunning baby and her happy young husband, Abby, even Abby, blushing at the mention of Abner Tolman s name, all felt quite sorry for Betsey. Even grandmother made little half-joking remarks about old maids in the family being something almost unheard of, but Aunt Pamela, dear Aunt Pamela, understood. It had been so long, Betsey was thinking, since that word "missing" had struck them with such terrible force. No clue to the fate of Amos had been found, yet still Betsey and Aunt Pamela hoped. No one else 317 318 A GIRL OF 76. did, and the lad was spoken of with tender retrospec tive words as one who would never again share human experiences with them. All this Betsey was thinking as she stood at the window. She was a pleasant figure to look upon. Her brown hair was parted simply above her pure, broad forehead ; her brown eyes had a steadfast, honest look in them ; her firm, sweet mouth showed a little sorrowful droop at the corners. She wore a blue homespun gown and a white apron. Across her breast was folded a little kerchief. She was watch ing for Mary and Stephen to come home from school. Mary was getting to be quite a big girl, and Stephen a bigger boy, already measuring himself against Betsey, and threatening to go to war when his inches permitted. A shout and a flurry in the street cheer after cheer a rabble of boys a tumult of noise! Betsey flung open the window and leaned out to catch an echo of huzzas. For what ? for what ? And then Stephen came rushing up the street, furiously waving his cap. "Hurrah! Hurrah! Cornwallis has surrendered! Cornwallis has surrendered ! " The news flew from lip to lip ; the town was agog ; bells rang ; thanksgivings went up from every hearthstone. It was but a few short days before this that the wanton assault had been made upon Connecticut, that New London had been laid waste by fire, and the PEACE. 319 indignation against the traitorous Arnold, so brave, so unprincipled, was bitter. " It is true ! it is true ! " cried Betsey, as one after an other coming by corroborated Stephen s news, and she ran to tell those who were busy at the back of the house ; her mother from the spinning-wheel, grandmother from the kitchen, Aunt Pamela from the garden, all came running. "There will be peace, peace at last, oh, my country!" said Aunt Pamela. " And now father will come home and never go away again," cried Mary, capering about. "Ah, then I can t go fight the British!" Stephen spoke his regret honestly. The eyes of Aunt Pamela and Betsey met. There was a wistful look in their faces. " How Abiel would rejoice to see this day," said grandmother. And then Aunt Pamela went out into the garden ; Betsey, understanding, did not follow. She knew that down by the currant bushes, under the old apple tree, there was a rude seat which Uncle Abiel had placed there, and upon which he loved to sit. To it she knew Aunt Pamela had gone. That night bonfires blazed in town after town, bells pealed, and joyful greetings were repeated all over the land. 32O A GIRL OF 76. The first of the year saw Washington s eastern army back in their old places around New York ; but the little family at Salem had no further fear for Captain Hall. Echoes of peace were already heard, and there was a slackening of the tensed feeling in New Eng land. Eben Breed was home again, and Aunt Desire s Abner. Strange to say, Abby had found a way to win the heart of Aunt Desire, as she had that of Abner, and no one was more energetic in preparing a home for the young couple, who would soon be married, than Aunt Desire herself. And she joined Abby in begging Betsey to again be bridemaid. News of another wedding came to Betsey from an unexpected quarter. Cousin Margaret wrote from England that she had chosen a second husband, a gen tleman of title. And so, thought Betsey, she will never want to come to America, to a democratic country to live. " Well, now we can settle down comfortably pretty soon, I hope," said grandmother, one afternoon, as she folded a letter she had been reading. " Your father has plans of East India trade, when the war is over, which from present prospects will be soon." " And where will that take us ? " asked Betsey, look ing up from her work. PEACE. 321 " Why, no further than Salem itself. Here we will stay." Grandmother looked around to see if Aunt Pamela were within hearing. " However, your father says he must have his own home. He thinks he cannot be under obligations to Pamela for a shelter after he is free again." "And we ll have to leave Aunt Pamela. She will be very lonely." " Well, it need not be far away. He can get a house, or build one close by." Betsey gave a little sigh. She hated to leave the old house so full of memories, holding so many remem brances of hours of joy and sorrow. "Are you going to singing-school, Betsey?" asked grandmother, after a little silence. " I hardly think I shall." "You d better. You mope too much at home." It had actually come to this : grandmother encouraged her to take amusement. " I don t care to go alone," the girl replied. "Well, Stephen can take you down to Parnel s and you can go with her and Nat. They ll be glad to have you." " I might go down and take tea with them," Betsey remarked. " I ve promised to go for ever so long; " and she folded up her work. 322 A GIRL OF 76. " Well, now I would," returned her grandmother. " Twill do you good, Betsey. I ve thought of late you stay home too much with your elders." Betsey smiled and passed out of the room. A little later she was walking down street toward Parnel s cosey little home. Her straight, tall young figure was sil houetted against the pale gold of a winter s sky. " It will be a clear, frosty night," said Betsey to herself, as she looked toward the sunset. There was a tendency toward the most sprightly, the most praise-giving airs that night at singing- school. "Strike the cymbals" was given with such vigor as nearly threatened to raise the roof, and the psalms of triumph superseded those which spoke of patient endurance. Master Eaton was forced to ex ercise all his agility on the old bass-viol, and there was a heartiness in the singing that had been missed of late. Many of the young soldiers had returned, and there was, in consequence, a greater depth of voice apparent. More and more was Betsey overcome by the recol lection of that exciting evening, when Amos led six boys to the sound of his fife. She looked around the room ; they had all come back again, one two three. Yes, there was John Calef four Thomas Hubbard five Daniel Putnam where was he? PEACE. 323 ah, yes she saw him, with one empty sleeve, over by the window. A puff of cold air came into the room. A late comer had entered, late, indeed, for it was nearly time for closing. Betsey, whose thoughts had been so wandering, turned her eyes again to the book she held. Presently she was conscious of a little stir in the assemblage, a rustle of excitement; necks were craned toward her side of the room. She, too, turned her head slightly, and lo ! at her side, a little older, pale and haggard, but with the face of one to whom the fullest joy had come, stood - Amos ! Betsey gave a little suppressed cry and dropped her book. Both stooped to pick it up, but when they again stood erect, it was not the book which either had found, but into Amos s hand had crept Betsey s, and the two stood there silent, yet, oh, so happy ! Parnel wisely and considerately kept her eyes turned away. She gave one swift, comprehensive, glad look at her husband, and then she let her gaze rest on her book. A sharp rap of Master Eaton s bow ; a dropping of the lively strains ; the viol drew forth the slow, solemn notes of " Old Hundred." "Praise God from whom all blessings flow." From 324 A GIRL OF 76. every corner of the room, the voices swelled out in such heartiness as was never heard in that place before. Those who remembered the scene of six years before realized what it was to praise God. He that was lost was found, and his comrades, Nat and John, Jabez and Thomas, who had mourned him, lent the power of all their lungs to the old hymn. And then how they all crowded around him, and welcomed him, with the warmth of full hearts, who had been a prisoner all this time. But sly little Parnel had no idea of keeping Betsey from her rights, and persisted that it was too cold for people to stand there ; that Amos needed to get home ; that, a dozen things, to start them off, and at last under the starlight Betsey and Amos once more walked. He had been exchanged only a little time before, and had concluded his own bringing of the news would be the best way to insure its swiftness. " And you have seen them at home," said Betsey. " Yes, I saw them," Amos answered. "And Aunt Pamela? " "Aunt Pamela told me I had better go to singing- school for you, Betsey. She said "She said " Betsey repeated in a low tone. " She said I was a silly lad ever to doubt so true PEACE. 325 a girl, and that she had long ago given you my letter, and so, Betsey "Yes." "We are friends." " No-o, not exactly." " No ? What then ? Something less ? enemies ? " he laughed softly. " No." " Ah ! well, dear, true heart, I will not press the matter. I know, I know, Betsey, and so do you. Why did we ever misunderstand ? " " And now, oh, Amos ! tell me all that has hap pened since I saw you." " That will take more than one evening, Betsey ; I was sorely wounded in a skirmish, and was picked up by a Tory, who, good man that he was, nursed me to life, but I was a prisoner, and given up as such. I tried two or three times to get word to you, but it seems my letters and messages were never delivered. I fared no worse and no better than many of our brave men who endured the life on a prison ship. It is not a memory to dwell upon with equanimity, Betsey. I was exchanged at last, and here I am ; let that suffice us for now." " So it shall, Amos ; we must make you forget, instead of urging you to remember." 326 A GIRL OF 76. What a cheering sight to the young man was that cosey sitting-room of Aunt Pamela s, into which they now entered. The fire crackled merrily in the big chimney-place ; on the table were set forth cider, nuts, apples, and cakes, and every face wore a smile of welcome. " We must have a feast for our boy s return," said Aunt Pamela, as the two came in. Betsey went over to the dear woman, and stoop ing over, took her face between her hands and kissed her. " What s that for ? " quoth grandmother. But when Amos followed suit and the two stood looking into each other s faces, grandmother under stood. "Well, I declare!" she exclaimed. "Strange, I never thought of that." Betsey s mother smiled. She knew all about it. " I ve nothing to offer in exchange for your dear daughter, Mrs. Hall," said Amos, going over to her. " You have a loyal, brave heart, Amos, and willing hands. Is more needed ? " " Never mind, never mind," interposed Aunt Pamela. "We ll fix all that." " And what will Stephen say ? " asked grand mother, returning to her knitting. PEACE. 327 " He will be quite content. I can vouch for that," returned Betsey s mother, smiling reassurance at Amos. So, after all, Betsey was not three times a bride- maid, for her own wedding came off before Abby s. " And you have that beautiful lot of pretty things from your cousin Margaret, for your wedding outfit," said Parnel. Betsey shook her head. " No, I cannot use them. A daughter of Liberty am I, and homespun alone shall fill my chests." Therefore, the rich silks and brocades lay untouched, and it was not till a curious little great-granddaughter of Betsey s, many years after, rummaging in the old garret, came across them, that they saw the light of day from the time they were first stored away. And so, very simply clad was Betsey on her wed ding-day, her only ornament being the string of gold beads which Amos wanted her to wear in generous memory of his rival ; but she needed nothing finer than her white frock, and gave not a thought to Cousin Margaret s chests. She was far too happy to care what she wore. When Captain Hall came home to attend his daughter s wedding, it was time for Aunt Pamela to offer a plan which had for some time been in her mind. 328 A GIRL OF 76. " You re going to build yourself a home, I hear, Stephen," she said. " Yes, aunt." " And leave me alone." " I am sorry, but it will be better so. You have my warmest gratitude for all you have done for my dear ones." " Tut ! tut ! None of that, Mr. Stephen ! I want Amos and Betsey to come here and live. Amos is like a son to me, and I love Betsey very fondly. And Abiel would wish it. The house shall be theirs after I have ceased to need an earthly taber nacle. And Stephen - "Yes, aunt." " I ve given all I thought I ought to the country. I ve not spent all, for there was some I could not touch. You re going into the East India trade, I believe." "Yes; I have about decided to do so." " Then, suppose I fit out a vessel for Amos s wed ding present. You will want a young hand to rely upon. Suppose you take him into the business with you." " Aunt Pamela ! you are too kind." " No, no ; I want to do it, and there s no gener osity in pleasing oneself." PEACE. 329 Captain Hall smiled. " Some persons think dif ferently. Dear aunt, nothing would please me better. I have known Amos since he was a baby, and I could wish no better right-hand man." And thus it was settled. So, after all, Betsey did not give up her home, but to the end of her days, tended her flowers in the same old garden, spun her linen before the same old fireplace, and watched for Amos through the self-same windows from which she had once seen him depart for the war. It was one of the clearest, coldest days of a clear and cold November, that there was a great bustle and stir in the old house. From the new house of Stephen Hall across the street, pretty little Mary Hall ran often forth bearing sundry articles of silver or china. Grand mother, not quite so erect, but clad in her finest black silk, finally took her way across the street, and Betsey s mother followed. The big rooms were full of young wives and old matrons. Betsey was giving a quilting party. Lydia and Parnel, Abby and Aunt Nancy, Aunt Desire and Ruth Dodge, all were there and so were many more. It was a big affair. For days, cakes and pastries and all sorts of good things had been under preparation, and now the quilting frames stood ready. The energy 33O A GIRL OF 76. of the older women was scarcely less than the energy of the younger ones. Tongues flew fast, but needles faster, and at last victory crowned Aunt Pamela s side. Then the husbands and sons and fathers trooped in. Betsey cast anxious glances toward the door. Amos seeing it, nodded sympathetically. " Time enough, Betsey," he cried. And at last, to Betsey s satisfaction, in tramped six veteran soldiers : Uncle Simon Hall, Uncle Ben jamin and Uncle John Porter, Goodman Breed and Goodman Tolman ; following these came Captain Ste phen Hall, and behind him appeared the good-humored face of Timothy Powell. Uncle Benjamin stepped forward, a benign smile on his face, as he spoke. " At last, my friends, at last we all meet together under conditions of absolute peace. We have just returned from taking leave of our beloved Washington. Soldiers no longer are we, but friends and brothers." And then Amos whispered something to Betsey, and Betsey, with a flashing smile, which reminded her father of the little girl who was so fierce a rebel, Betsey nodded in reply, and Amos handed her. something. Then suddenly came shrill ing out the sound of fifes, little old fifes, "The White Cockade" first, to the tune of which all joined PEACE. 331 hands and formed in line. And then, to the familiar inspiring strains of "Yankee Doodle," Betsey and Amos led the way to where a feast was spread, a feast which was but the prophecy of how harmony and plenty should long dwell in the land. W. A. Wilde & Co., Publishers. r War of the Revolution Series. By Everett T. Tomlinson. rHREE COLONIAL BOYS. A Story of the Times of 76. 368pp. Cloth, $1.50. It is a story of three boys who were drawn into the events of the times, is patriotic, exciting, clean, and heal hful, and instructs without appearing to. The heroes are manly boys, and no objectionable language or character is introduced. The lessons of courage and patriotism especially will be appreciated in this day. Boston Transcript. HREE YOUNG CONTINENTALS. A Story of the American Revolution. 364 pp. Cloth, $1.50. This story is historically true. It is the best kind of a story either for boys or girl.5, and is an attractive method of teaching history. Journal of Education, Boston. r ASHINGTON S YOUNG AIDS. A Story of the New Jersey Campaign, 1776-1777. 391 pp. Cloth, #1.50. The book has enough history and description to give value to the story which ought to captivate enterprising boys. Quarterly Book Review. The historical details of the story are taken from old records. These include accounts of the life on the prison shins and prison houses of New York, the raids of the pine robbers, the tempting of the Hessians, the end of Fagan and his band, etc. Publisher s Weekly. Few boys stories of this class show so close a study of history combined with such genial story-telling power. The Outlook. r\VO YOUNG PATRIOTS. A Story of Burgoyne s Invasion. 366pp. Cloth, $1.50. The crucial campaign in the American struggle for independence came in the .sum mer of 1777, when (len John Burgoyne marched from Canada to cut the rebellious colonies asunder and join another British army which was to proceed up the valley of the Hudson. The American forces were brave, hard fighters, and they worried and harassed the British and finally defeated them. The history ot this campaign is one of great interest and is well brought out in the part which the " two young patriots" took in the events which led up to the surrender of General Burgoyne and his army. The set of four volumes in a box, $6.00. SUCCESS. BY ORISON SVVETT MARDEN. Author of O "Pushing to the Front," Architects of Fate," etc. 317 pp. Cloth, $1.25. It is doubtful whether any success books for the young have appeared in modern times which are so thoroughly packed from lid to lid with stimulating, uplifting, and in spiring material as the self-help books written by Orison Swett Marden. There is not a dry paragraph nor a single line of useless moralizing in any of his books. To stimulate, inspire, and guide is the mission of his latest book, " Success," and helpfulness is its keynote. Its object is to spur the perplexed youth to act the Columbus to his own undiscovered possibilities ; to urge him not to wait for great opportunities, but to sei/e common occasions and make them great, for he cannot tell when fate may take his measure for a higher place. W. A, Wilde <!2 Co., Boston and Chicago. W. A. Wilde &> Co., Publishers. Brain and Brawn Series. By William Drysdale. rHE YOUNG RE 2 OR TEN. A Story of Printing House Square. 300 pp. Cloth, $1.50. I commend the book unreservedly. Gnldc -i Rule. " The Young Reporter" is a rattling book for boys. Ne-v York Recorder. The best boys book I ever read. Mr. Phillips, Critic far New York Times. T HE FAST MAIL. A Story of a Train Boy. 328 pp. Cloth, $1.50. " The Fast Mail " is one of the very best American books for boys brought out this season. Perhaps there could be no better confirmation of this assertion than the fact that the litile sons of the present writer have greedily devoured the contents of the vol ume, and are anxious to know how soon they are to get a sequel. The Art Amateur, New York. T BEACH PATROL. A Story of the Life-Saving Service. 318 pp. Cloth, $1.50. The style of narrative is excellent, the lesson inculcated of the best, and, above all, the boys and girls are real. New York Times. A book of adventure and daring, which should delight as well as stimulate to higher ideals of life every boy who is so happy as to possess it. Examiner. It is a strong book for boys and young men. Buffalo Commercial. T HE YOUNG SUPERCARGO. A Story of the Merchant Marine. 352 pp. Cloth, $1.50. Kit Silburn is a real " Brain and I .rawn " boy, full of sense and grit and sound good qualities. Determined to make bis way in life, and with no influential friends to give him a start, he does a deal of hard work between the evening when he first meets the sianch Captain Griffith, and the proud day when he becomes purser of a great ocean steamship His sea adventures aie mostly cm shore; but whether he is cleaning the cabin of the North Cape, or landing cargo in Yucatan, or hurrying the spongers and fruitmen of Nassau, or exploring London, or sight seeing with a disguised prince he is always the same busy, thoroughgoing, manly Kit. V alive is a question of deep interest throughout the stor> id loyal sister is plain from the start. The set of four volumes in a box, $6.00. &ERAPH, THE LITTLE VIOLINISTE. BY MRS. O C. V. JAMIESON. 300 pp. Cloth, $1.50. The scene of the story is the French quarter of New Orleans, and charming bits of local color add to its attractiveness. The Boston Journal. I ei haps the most charming story she has ever written is that which describes Seraph, the liltle violiniste. Transcript, Boston. W. A. Wildj &> Cc., Boston and Chicago. IV. A. Wilde 6- Co., Publishers. Travel=Adventure Series. N WILD AFRICA. Adventures of Two Boys in the Sahara Desert, etc. Bv Tiios. \V. KNUX. 325 pp. Cloth, $1.50. A story of absorbing interest. Boston Journal. Our young people will pronounce it unuMnlly good. Albany Argus. Col. Knox has struck a popular note in his latest volume. Springfield Republican. rHE LAND OF THE KANGAROO. BY THOS. \V. KNOX. Adventures of Two Boys in the Great Island Con tinent. 318 pp. Cloth, $1.50. His descriptions of the natural history and botany of the country are very interest ing. Detroit Free I ress. The actual trut hf ulness of the book needs no gloss to add to its absorbing interest. The Book Buyer, New York. t l ER THE ANDES; or, Our Boys in New South America. BY HKZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH. 368 pp. Cloth, $1.50. No writer of the present century has done more and better service than Hezekiah Butterworth in the production ot helpful literature fur the young. In this volume he writes, in his own fascinating way, of a country too little known by American readers. Christian ll ork. Mr. Buiterworthis careful of his historic facts, and then he charmingly interweaves his quaint stories, legends, and patriotic adventures as few writers can. Chicago Inter- Ocean The subject is an inspiring one, and Mr. l.utterworth has done full justice to the high ideals which have inspired the men of South America. Religions Telescope. OST IN NICARAGUA ; or, The Lands of the Great Canal. BY HEZKKIAH BUTTERWORTH. 295 pp. Cloth, 11.50. The book pictures the wonderful land of Nicaragua and continues the story of the travelers whose adventures in South America are related in " Over the Andes." In this companion book to "Over the Andes," one of the boy travelers who goes into the N icara guan forests in search of a quetzal, or the royal bird of the Aztecs, falls into an ancient idol cave, and is rescued in a remarkable way by an old Mosquito Indian. The narrative is told in such a way as to give the ancient legends of Guatemala, the story of the i hieftam, Nicaiayua, the history of the Central American Republics, and the natural history of the wonderlands of the ocelot, the conger, parrots, and monkeys. Since the voyage of the Oregon, of 13,000 miles to reach Key West the American people have seen what would be the value of the Nicaragua Canal. The book gives the history of the projects for the canal and facts about Central America, and a part of it was written in Costa Rica. It enters a new field. The set of four volumes in a box, $6.00. L UARTERDECK AND FOK SLE. BY MOLLY KI.UOTT SKAVYEI.L. 272pp. Cloth, $1.25. Miss Se.iuell has done a notable work for the younf; people of our country in her excellent st. ries of naval exploits. Thev are of the kind that causes thereader.no matier whe her young or old, to thrill with pride and patriotism at the deeds of daring of the heroes of our navv. W. A. \Vildt 6 Co., Boston and Chicago. W. A. Wilde &> Co., Publishers. J Fighting for the Flag Series. By Chas. Ledyard Norton. ACK BENSON S LOG ; or, Afloat with the Flag in 6r. 281 pp. Cloth, $1.25. An unusually interesting historical story, and one that will arouse the loyal impulses of every American boy and girl. The story is distinctly superior to anything ever attempted along this line before. The Independent. A story that will arouse the loyal impulses of every American boy and girl. The Press. MEDAL OF HONOR MAN; or, Cruising Among Blockade Runners. 280 pp. Cloth, $1.25. A bright, breezy sequel to " Jack Benson s Log." The book has unusual literary excellence. The Book Buyer, New York. A stirring story for boys. The Journal, Indianapolis. MIDSHIPMAN JACK. 2 9 o pp . Cloth, $ i . 2 5 . * -* Jack is a delightful hero, and the author has made his experiences and ad ventures seem very real. Congregationalist. It is true historically and full of exciting war scenes and adventures. Outlook. A stirring story of naval service in the Confederate waters during the late war. Presbyterian . The set of three volumes in a box, $3.75. /I GIRL OF 76. BY AMY E. BLANCHARD. 331 pp. -/./ Cloth, $1.50. " A Girl of 76" lays its scene in and around Boston where the principal events of the early period of the Revolution were enacted. Elizabeth Hall, the heroine, is the daughier of a patriot who is active in the defense of his country. The story opens with a scene in Charlestown, where Elizabeth Hall and her parents live. The emptying of the tea in Boston Harbor is the means of giving the little girl her first strong impression as to the seriousness of her father s opinions, and causes a quarrel between herself and her schoolmate and playfellow, Amos Dwight. SOLDIER OF THE LEGION. BY CHAS. LED- YARD NORTON. 300 pp. Cloth, $1.50. Two boys, a Carolinian and a Virginian, born a few years apart during the last half of the eighteenth century, afford the groundwork for the incidents of this tale. The younger of the two was William Henry Harrison, sometime President of the United States, and the elder, his companion and faithful attendant through life, was Carolinus Bassett, Servant of the old First Infantry, and in an irregular sort of a way Captain of Virginian Horse. He it is who tells the story a few years after President Harrison s death, his granddaughter acting as critic and amanuensis. The story has to do with the early days of the Republic, when the great, wild, un known West was beset by dangers on every hand, and the Government at Washington was at its wits end to provide ways and means to meet the perplexing problems of national existence. W. A. Wilde 6 Co., Boston and Chicago. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. Form L9-5Ui-ll, 50 (2554)444 THE LIBRARY BHIVERSITY OF CALIFOIMU LOS ANGELES UC SOUTHERN REGIONAL LIBRARY FACILITY A 000919013 3 PS 3503 B592g