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+Project Gutenberg's On And Near The Delaware, by Charles M. Skinner
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+Title: On And Near The Delaware
+       Myths And Legends Of Our Own Land, Volume 3.
+
+Author: Charles M. Skinner
+
+Release Date: October 22, 2006 [EBook #6608]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE ***
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+Produced by David Widger
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+                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS
+                                   OF
+                              OUR OWN LAND
+
+                                   By
+                           Charles M. Skinner
+
+                                Vol. 3.
+
+
+                       ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+The Phantom Dragoon
+Delaware Water Gap
+The Phantom Drummer
+The Missing Soldier of Valley Forge
+The Last Shot at Germantown
+A Blow in the Dark
+The Tory's Conversion
+Lord Percy's Dream
+Saved by the Bible
+Parricide of the Wissahickon
+The Blacksmith at Brandywine
+Father and Son
+The Envy of Manitou
+The Last Revel in Printz Hall
+The Two Rings
+Flame Scalps of the Chartiers
+The Consecration of Washington
+Marion
+
+
+
+
+
+
+ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE
+
+
+
+THE PHANTOM DRAGOON
+
+The height that rises a mile or so to the south of Newark, Delaware, is
+called Iron Hill, because it is rich in hematite ore, but about the time
+of General Howe's advance to the Brandywine it might well have won its
+name because of the panoply of war--the sullen guns, the flashing swords,
+and glistening bayonets--that appeared among the British tents pitched on
+it. After the red-coats had established camp here the American outposts
+were advanced and one of the pickets was stationed at Welsh Tract Church.
+On his first tour of duty the sentry was thrown into great alarm by the
+appearance of a figure robed from head to foot in white, that rode a
+horse at a charging gait within ten feet of his face. When guard was
+relieved the soldier begged that he might never be assigned to that post
+again. His nerves were strong in the presence of an enemy in the
+flesh--but an enemy out of the grave! Ugh! He would desert rather than
+encounter that shape again. His request was granted. The sentry who
+succeeded him was startled, in the small hours, by a rush of hoofs and
+the flash of a pallid form. He fired at it, and thought that he heard the
+sound of a mocking laugh come back.
+
+Every night the phantom horseman made his rounds, and several times the
+sentinels shot at him without effect, the white horse and white rider
+showing no annoyance at these assaults. When it came the turn of a
+sceptical and unimaginative old corporal to take the night detail, he
+took the liberty of assuming the responsibilities of this post himself.
+He looked well to the priming of his musket, and at midnight withdrew out
+of the moonshine and waited, with his gun resting on a fence. It was not
+long before the beat of hoofs was heard approaching, and in spite of
+himself the corporal felt a thrill along his spine as a mounted figure
+that might have represented Death on the pale horse came into view; but
+he jammed his hat down, set his teeth, and sighted his flint-lock with
+deliberation. The rider was near, when bang went the corporal's musket,
+and a white form was lying in the road, a horse speeding into the
+distance. Scrambling over the fence, the corporal, reassured, ran to the
+form and turned it over: a British scout, quite dead. The daring fellow,
+relying on the superstitious fears of the rustics in his front, had made
+a nightly ride as a ghost, in order to keep the American outposts from
+advancing, and also to guess, from elevated points, at the strength and
+disposition of their troops. He wore a cuirass of steel, but that did not
+protect his brain from the corporal's bullet.
+
+
+
+
+DELAWARE WATER GAP
+
+The Indian name of this beautiful region, Minisink, "the water is gone,"
+agrees with the belief of geologists that a lake once existed behind the
+Blue Ridge, and that it burst its way through the hills at this point.
+Similar results were produced by a cataclysm on the Connecticut at Mount
+Holyoke, on the Lehigh at Mauch Chunk, and Runaway Pond, New Hampshire,
+got its name by a like performance. The aborigines, whatever may be said
+against them, enjoyed natural beauty, and their habitations were often
+made in this delightful region, their councils being attended by chief
+Tamanend, or Tammany, a Delaware, whose wisdom and virtues were such as
+to raise him to the place of patron saint of America. The notorious
+Tammany Society of New York is named for him. When this chief became old
+and feeble his tribe abandoned him in a hut at New Britain, Pennsylvania,
+and there he tried to kill himself by stabbing, but failing in that, he
+flung burning leaves over himself, and so perished. He was buried where
+he died. It was a princess of his tribe that gave the name of Lover's
+Leap to a cliff on Mount Tammany, by leaping from it to her death,
+because her love for a young European was not reciprocated.
+
+There is a silver-mine somewhere on the opposite mountain of Minsi, the
+knowledge of its location having perished with the death of a recluse,
+who coined the metal he took from it into valuable though illegal
+dollars, going townward every winter to squander his earnings. During the
+Revolution "Oran the Hawk," a Tory and renegade, was vexatious to the
+people of Delaware Valley, and a detachment of colonial troops was sent
+in pursuit of him. They overtook him at the Gap and chased him up the
+slopes of Tammany, though he checked their progress by rolling stones
+among them. One rock struck a trooper, crushed him, and bore him down to
+the base of a cliff, his blood smearing it in his descent. But though he
+seemed to have eluded his pursuers, Oran was shot in several places
+during his flight, and when at last he cast himself into a thicket, to
+rest and get breath, it was never to rise again. His bones, cracked by
+bullets and gnawed by beasts, were found there when the leaves fell.
+
+
+
+
+THE PHANTOM DRUMMER
+
+Colonel Howell, of the king's troops, was a gay fellow, framed to make
+women false; but when he met the rosy, sweet-natured daughter of farmer
+Jarrett, near Valley Forge, he attempted no dalliance, for he fell too
+seriously in love. He might not venture into the old man's presence, for
+Jarrett had a son with Washington, and he hated a red-coat as he did the
+devil; but the young officer met the girl in secret, and they plighted
+troth beneath the garden trees, hidden in gray mist. As Howell bent to
+take his first kiss that night, a rising wind went past, bringing from
+afar the roll of a drum, and as they talked the drum kept drawing nearer,
+until it seemed at hand. The officer peered across the wall, then hurried
+to his mistress' side, as pale as death. The fields outside were empty of
+life.
+
+Louder came the rattling drum; it seemed to enter the gate, pass but a
+yard away, go through the wall, and die in the distance. When it ceased,
+Howell started as if a spell had been lifted, laxed his grip on the
+maiden's hand, then drew her to his breast convulsively. Ruth's terror
+was more vague but no less genuine than his own, and some moments passed
+before she could summon voice to ask him what this visitation meant. He
+answered, "Something is about to change my fortunes for good or ill;
+probably for ill. Important events in my family for the past three
+generations have been heralded by that drum, and those events were
+disasters oftener than benefits." Few more words passed, and with another
+kiss the soldier scaled the wall and galloped away, the triple beat of
+his charger's hoofs sounding back into the maiden's ears like drum-taps.
+In a skirmish next day Colonel Howell was shot. He was carried to farmer
+Jarrett's house and left there, in spite of the old man's protest, for he
+was willing to give no shelter to his country's enemies. When Ruth saw
+her lover in this strait she was like to have fallen, but when she
+learned that it would take but a few days of quiet and care to restore
+him to health, she was ready to forgive her fellow-countrymen for
+inflicting an injury that might result in happiness for both of them.
+
+It took a great deal of teasing to overcome the scruples of the farmer,
+but he gruffly consented to receive the young man until his hurt should
+heal. Ruth attended him faithfully, and the cheerful, manly nature of the
+officer so won the farmer's heart that he soon forgot the color of
+Howell's coat. Nor was he surprised when Howell told him that he loved
+his daughter and asked for her hand; indeed, it had been easy to guess
+their affection, and the old man declared that but for his allegiance to
+a tyrant he would gladly own him as a son-in-law. It was a long struggle
+between love and duty that ensued in Howell's breast, and love was
+victor. If he might marry Ruth he would leave the army. The old man gave
+prompt consent, and a secret marriage was arranged. Howell had been
+ordered to rejoin his regiment; he could not honorably resign on the eve
+of an impending battle, and, even had he done so, a long delay must have
+preceded his release. He would marry the girl, go to the country, live
+there quietly until the British evacuated Philadelphia, when he would
+return and cast his lot with the Jarrett household.
+
+Howell donned citizen's dress, and the wedding took place in the spacious
+best room of the mansion, but as he slipped the ring on the finger of his
+bride the roll of a drum was heard advancing up the steps into the room,
+then on and away until all was still again. The young colonel was pale;
+Ruth clung to him in terror; clergymen and guests looked at each other in
+amazement. Now there were voices at the porch, the door was flung open,
+armed men entered, and the bridegroom was a prisoner. He was borne to his
+quarters, and afterward tried for desertion, for a servant in the Jarrett
+household, hating all English and wishing them to suffer, even at each
+other's hands, had betrayed the plan of his master's guest. The
+court-martial found him guilty and condemned him to be shot. When the
+execution took place, Ruth, praying and sobbing in her chamber, knew that
+her husband was no more. The distant sound of musketry reverberated like
+the roll of a drum.
+
+
+
+
+THE MISSING SOLDIER OF VALLEY FORGE
+
+During the dreadful winter of the American encampment at Valley Forge six
+or eight soldiers went out to forage for provisions. Knowing that little
+was to be hoped for near the camp of their starving comrades, they set
+off in the direction of French Creek. At this stream the party separated,
+and a little later two of the men were attacked by Tory farmers. Flying
+along the creek for some distance they came to a small cave in a bluff,
+and one of them, a young Southerner named Carrington, scrambled into it.
+His companion was not far behind, and was hurrying toward the cave, when
+he was arrested by a rumble and a crash: a block of granite, tons in
+weight, that had hung poised overhead, slid from its place and completely
+blocked the entrance. The stifled cry of despair from the living occupant
+of the tomb struck to his heart. He hid in a neighboring wood until the
+Tories had dispersed, then, returning to the cave, he strove with might
+and main to stir the boulder from its place, but without avail.
+
+When he reached camp, as he did next day, he told of this disaster, but
+the time for rescue was believed to be past, or the work was thought to
+be too exhausting and dangerous for a body of men who had much ado to
+keep life in their own weak frames. It was a double tragedy, for the
+young man's sweetheart never recovered from the shock that the news
+occasioned, and on her tomb, near Richmond, Virginia, these words are
+chiselled: "Died, of a broken heart, on the 1st of March, 1780, Virginia
+Randolph, aged 21 years, 9 days. Faithful unto death." In the summer of
+1889 some workmen, blasting rock near the falls on French Creek,
+uncovered the long-concealed cavern and found there a skeleton with a few
+rags of a Continental uniform. In a bottle beside it was an account,
+signed by Arthur L. Carrington, of the accident that had befallen him,
+and a letter declaring undying love for his sweetheart.
+
+He had starved to death. The bones were neatly coffined, and were sent to
+Richmond to be buried beside those of the faithful Miss Randolph.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST SHOT AT GERMANTOWN
+
+Many are the tales of prophecy that have been preserved to us from war
+times. In the beginning of King Philip's war in Connecticut, in 1675, it
+was reported that the firing of the first gun was heard all over the
+State, while the drumbeats calling settlers to defence were audible eight
+miles away. Braddock's defeat and the salvation of Washington were
+foretold by a Miami chief at a council held in Fort Ponchartrain, on
+Detroit River, the ambush and the slaughter having been revealed to him
+in a dream. The victims of that battle, too, had been apprised, for one
+or two nights before the disaster a young lieutenant in Braddock's
+command saw his fellow-officers pass through his tent, bloody and torn,
+and when the first gun sounded he knew that it spoke the doom of nearly
+all his comrades. At Killingly, Connecticut, in the autumn before the
+outbreak of the Revolution, a distant roar of artillery was heard for a
+whole day and night in the direction of Boston, mingled with a rattle of
+musketry, and so strong was the belief that war had begun and the British
+were advancing, that the minute men mustered to await orders. It was
+afterward argued that these noises came from an explosion of meteors, a
+shower of these missiles being then in progress, invisible, of course, in
+the day-time. Just after the signing of the Declaration of Independence
+the royal arms on the spire of the Episcopal church at Hampton, Virginia,
+were struck off by lightning. Shortly before the surrender of Cornwallis
+a display of northern lights was seen in New England, the rays taking the
+form of cannon, facing southward. In Connecticut sixty-four of these guns
+were counted.
+
+At the battle of Germantown the Americans were enraged by the killing of
+one of their men who had gone out with a flag of truce. He was shot from
+the windows of Judge Chew's house, which was crowded with British
+soldiers, and as he fell to the lawn, dyeing the peaceful emblem with his
+blood, at least one of the Continentals swore that his death should be
+well avenged. The British reinforcements, sixteen thousand strong, came
+hurrying through the street, their officers but half-dressed, so urgent
+had been the summons for their aid. Except for their steady tramp the
+place was silent; doors were locked and shutters bolted, and if people
+were within doors no sign of them was visible. General Agnew alone of all
+the troop seemed depressed and anxious. Turning to an aide as they passed
+the Mennonist graveyard, he said, "This field is the last I shall fight
+on."
+
+An eerie face peered over the cemetery wall, a scarred, unshaven face
+framed in long hair and surmounting a body clothed in skins, with the
+question, "Is that the brave General Gray who beat the rebels at Paoli?"
+One of the soldiers, with a careless toss of the hand, seemed to indicate
+General Agnew. A moment later there was a report, a puff of smoke from
+the cemetery wall, and a bullet whizzed by the head of the general, who
+smiled wanly, to encourage his men. Summary execution would have been
+done upon the stranger had not a body of American cavalry dashed against
+the red-coats at that moment, and a fierce contest was begun. When the
+day was over, General Agnew, who had been separated from his command in
+the confusion of battle, came past the graves again. Tired and depressed,
+he drew rein for a moment to breathe the sweet air, so lately fouled with
+dust and smoke, and to watch the gorgeous light of sunset. Again, like a
+malignant genius of the place, the savage-looking stranger arose from
+behind the wall. A sharp report broke the quiet of evening and awoke
+clattering echoes from the distant houses. A horse plunged and General
+Agnew rolled from his saddle, dead: the last victim in the strife at
+Germantown.
+
+
+
+
+A BLOW IN THE DARK
+
+The Tory Manheim sits brooding in his farmhouse near Valley Forge, and
+his daughter, with a hectic flush on her cheek, looks out into the
+twilight at the falling snow. She is worn and ill; she has brought on a
+fever by exposure incurred that very day in a secret journey to the
+American camp, made to warn her lover of another attempt on the life of
+Washington, who must pass her father's house on his return from a distant
+settlement. The Tory knows nothing of this; but he starts whenever the
+men in the next room rattle the dice or break into a ribald song, and a
+frown of apprehension crosses his face as the foragers crunch by,
+half-barefoot, through the snow. The hours go on, and the noise in the
+next room increases; but it hushes suddenly when a knock at the door is
+heard. The Tory opens it, and trembles as a tall, grave man, with the
+figure of an athlete, steps into the fire-light and calmly removes his
+gloves. "I have been riding far," said he. "Can you give me some food and
+the chance to sleep for an hour, until the storm clears up?"
+
+Manheim says that he can, and shuffling into the next room, he whispers,
+"Washington!" The girl is sent out to get refreshments. It is in vain
+that she seeks to sign or speak to the man who sits there so calmly
+before the fire, for her father is never out of sight or hearing. After
+Washington has finished his modest repast he asks to be left to himself
+for a while, but the girl is told to conduct him to the room on the left
+of the landing on the next floor.
+
+Her father holds the candle at the foot of the stairs until he sees his
+guest enter; then he bids his daughter go to her own bed, which is in the
+chamber on the right of the landing. There is busy whispering in the room
+below after that, and the dice box is shaken to see to whose lot it shall
+fall to steal up those stairs and stab Washington in his sleep. An hour
+passes and all in the house appear to be at rest, but the stairs creak
+slightly as Manheim creeps upon his prey. He blows his candle out and
+softly enters the chamber on the left. The men, who listen in the dark at
+the foot of the stair, hear a moan, and the Tory hurries back with a
+shout of gladness, for the rebel chief is no more and Howe's reward will
+enrich them for life.
+
+Glasses are filled, and in the midst of the rejoicing a step is heard on
+the stair. Washington stands before them. In calm, deep tones he thanks
+the farmer for his shelter, and asks that his horse be brought to the
+door and his reckoning be made out. The Tory stares as one bereft. Then
+he rushes aloft, flings open the door of the room on the left, and gazes
+at the face that rests on the pillow,--a pillow that is dabbled with red.
+The face is that of his daughter. The name of father is one that he will
+never hear again in this world. The candle falls from his hand; he sinks
+to the floor; be his sin forgiven! Outside is heard the tramp of a horse.
+It is that of Washington, who rides away, ignorant of the peril he has
+passed and the sacrifice that averted it.
+
+
+
+
+THE TORY'S CONVERSION
+
+In his firelit parlor, in his little house at Valley Forge, old Michael
+Kuch sits talking with his daughter. But though it is Christmas eve the
+talk has little cheer in it. The hours drag on until the clock strikes
+twelve, and the old man is about to offer his evening prayer for the
+safety of his son, who is one of Washington's troopers, when hurried
+steps are heard in the snow, there is a fumbling at the latch, then the
+door flies open and admits a haggard, panting man who hastily closes it
+again, falls into a seat, and shakes from head to foot. The girl goes to
+him. "John!" she says. But he only averts his face. "What is wrong with
+thee, John Blake?" asks the farmer. But he has to ask again and again ere
+he gets an answer. Then, in a broken voice, the trembling man confesses
+that he has tried to shoot Washington, but the bullet struck and killed
+his only attendant, a dragoon. He has come for shelter, for men are on
+his track already. "Thou know'st I am neutral in this war, John Blake,"
+answered the farmer,--"although I have a boy down yonder in the camp. It
+was a cowardly thing to do, and I hate you Tories that you do not fight
+like men; yet, since you ask me for a hiding-place, you shall have it,
+though, mind you, 'tis more on the girl's account than yours. The men are
+coming. Out--this way--to the spring-house. So!"
+
+Before old Michael has time to return to his chair the door is again
+thrust open, this time by men in blue and buff. They demand the assassin,
+whose footsteps they have tracked there through the snow. Michael does
+not answer. They are about to use violence when, through the open door,
+comes Washington, who checks them with a word. The general bears a
+drooping form with a blood splash on its breast, and deposits it on the
+hearth as gently as a mother puts a babe into its cradle. As the
+firelight falls on the still face the farmer's eyes grow round and big;
+then he shrieks and drops upon his knees, for it is his son who is lying
+there. Beside him is a pistol; it was dropped by the Tory when he
+entered. Grasping it eagerly the farmer leaps to his feet. His years have
+fallen from him. With a tiger-like bound he gains the door, rushes to the
+spring-house where John Blake is crouching, his eyes sunk and shining,
+gnawing his fingers in a craze of dismay. But though hate is swift, love
+is swifter, and the girl is there as soon as he. She strikes his arm
+aside, and the bullet he has fired lodges in the wood. He draws out his
+knife, and the murderer, to whom has now come the calmness of despair,
+kneels and offers his breast to the blade. Before he can strike, the
+soldiers hasten up, and seizing Blake, they drag him to the house--the
+little room--where all had been so peaceful but a few minutes before.
+
+The culprit is brought face to face with Washington, who asks him what
+harm he has ever suffered from his fellow countrymen that he should turn
+against them thus. Blake hangs his head and owns his willingness to die.
+His eyes rest on the form extended on the floor, and he shudders; but his
+features undergo an almost joyous change, for the figure lifts itself,
+and in a faint voice calls, "Father!" The young man lives. With a cry of
+delight both father and sister raise him in their arms. "You are not yet
+prepared to die," says Washington to the captive. "I will put you under
+guard until you are wanted. Take him into custody, my dear young lady,
+and try to make an American of him. See, it is one o'clock, and this is
+Christmas morning. May all be happy here. Come." And beckoning to his men
+he rides away, though Blake and his affianced would have gone on their
+knees before him. Revulsion of feeling, love, thankfulness and a latent
+patriotism wrought a quick change in Blake. When young Kuch recovered
+Blake joined his regiment, and no soldier served the flag more honorably.
+
+
+
+
+LORD PERCY'S DREAM
+
+Leaving the dissipations of the English court, Lord Percy came to America
+to share the fortunes of his brethren in the contest then raging on our
+soil. His father had charged him with the delivery of a certain package
+to an Indian woman, should he meet her in his rambles through the western
+wilds, and, without inquiring into the nature of the gift
+or its occasion, he accepted the trust. At the battle of the
+Brandywine--strangely foretold by Quaker prophecy forty years before--he
+was detailed by Cornwallis to drive the colonial troops out of a
+graveyard where they had intrenched themselves, and though he set upon
+this errand with the enthusiasm of youth, his cheek paled as he drew near
+the spot where the enemy was waiting.
+
+It was not that he had actual physical fear of the onset: he had dreamed
+a dream a few nights before, the purport of which he had hinted to his
+comrades, and as he rode into the clearing at the top of Osborn's Hill he
+drew rein and exclaimed, "My dream! Yonder is the graveyard. I am fated
+to die there." Giving a few of his effects to his brother officers, and
+charging one of them to take a message of love to his betrothed in
+England, he set his lips and rode forward.
+
+His cavalry bound toward the scene of action and are within thirty paces
+of the cemetery wall, when from behind it rises a battalion of men in the
+green uniform of the Santee Rangers and pours a withering fire into the
+ranks. The shock is too great to withstand, and the red-coats stagger
+away with broken ranks, leaving many dead and wounded on the ground. Lord
+Percy is the coolest of all. He urges the broken columns forward, and
+almost alone holds the place until the infantry, a hundred yards behind,
+come up. Thereupon ensues one of those hand-to-hand encounters that are
+so rare in recent war, and that are the sorest test of valor and
+discipline. Now rides forward Captain Waldemar, chief of the rangers and
+a half-breed Indian, who, seeing Percy, recognizes him as an officer and
+engages him in combat. There is for a minute a clash of steel on steel;
+then the nobleman falls heavily to the earth--dead. His dream has come
+true. That night the captain Waldemar seeks out the body of this officer,
+attracted by something in the memory of his look, and from his bosom
+takes the packet that was committed to his care.
+
+By lantern-light he reads, carelessly at first, then rapidly and eagerly,
+and at the close he looks long and earnestly at the dead man, and seems
+to brush away a tear. Strange thing to do over the body of an enemy! Why
+had fate decreed that they should be enemies? For Waldemar is the
+half-brother of Percy. His mother was the Indian girl that the earl, now
+passing his last days in England, had deceived with a pretended marriage,
+and the letters promise patronage to her son. The half-breed digs a grave
+that night with his own hands and lays the form of his brother in it.
+
+
+
+
+SAVED BY THE BIBLE
+
+It was on the day after the battle of Germantown that Warner, who wore
+the blue, met his hated neighbor, the Tory Dabney, near that bloody
+field.
+
+By a common impulse the men fell upon each other with their knives, and
+Warner soon had his enemy in a position to give him the death-stroke, but
+Dabney began to bellow for quarter. "My brother cried for quarter at
+Paoli," answered the other, "and you struck him to the heart."
+
+"I have a wife and child. Spare me for their sakes."
+
+"My brother had a wife and two children. Perhaps you would like to beg
+your life of them."
+
+Though made in mockery, this proposition was caught at so earnestly that
+Warner at length consented to take his adversary, firmly bound, to the
+house where the bereaved family was living. The widow was reading the
+Bible to her children, but her grief was too fresh to gather comfort from
+it. When Dabney was flung into the room he grovelled at her feet and
+begged piteously for mercy. Her face did not soften, but there was a kind
+of contempt in the settled sadness of her tone as she said, "It shall be
+as God directs. I will close this Bible, open it at chance, and when this
+boy shall put his finger at random on a line, by that you must live or
+die."
+
+The book was opened, and the child put his finger on a line: "That man
+shall die."
+
+Warner drew his knife and motioned his prisoner to the door. He was going
+to lead him into the wood to offer him as a sacrifice to his brother's
+spirit.
+
+"No, no!" shrieked the wretch. "Give me one more chance; one more! Let
+the girl open the book."
+
+The woman coldly consents, and when the book is opened for the second
+time she reads, "Love your enemies." There are no other words. The knife
+is used, but it is to cut the prisoner's bonds, and he walks away with
+head hung down, never more to take arms against his countrymen. And glad
+are they all at this, when the husband is brought home--not dead, though
+left among the corpses at Paoli, but alive and certain of recovery, with
+such nursing as his wife will give him. After tears of joy have been shed
+she tells him the story of the Bible judgment, and all the members of the
+family fall on their knees in thanksgiving that the blood of Dabney is
+not upon their heads.
+
+
+
+
+PARRICIDE OF THE WISSAHICKON
+
+Farmer Derwent and his four stout sons set off on an autumn night for the
+meeting of patriots at a house on the Wissahickon,--a meeting that bodes
+no good to the British encamped in Philadelphia, let the red-coats laugh
+as they will at the rag-tag and bob-tail that are joining the army of Mr.
+Washington in the wilds of the Skippack. The farmer sighs as he thinks
+that his younger son alone should be missing from the company, and
+wonders for the thousandth time what has become of the boy. They sit by a
+rock that juts into the road to trim their lantern, and while they talk
+together they are startled by an exclamation. It is from Ellen, the
+adopted daughter of Derwent and the betrothed of his missing son. On the
+night that the boy stole away from his father's house he asked her to
+meet him in this place in a year's time, and the year is up to-night.
+
+But it is not to meet him that she is hastening now: she has heard that
+the British have learned of the patriot gathering and will try to make
+prisoners of the company. Even as she tells of this there is a sound to
+the southward: the column is on the march. The farmer's eye blazes with
+rage and hate. "Boys," he says, "yonder come those who intend to kill us.
+Let them taste of their own warfare. Stand here in the shadow and fire as
+they pass this rock."
+
+The troopers ride on, chuckling over their sure success, when there is a
+report of rifles and four of the red-coats are in the dust. The
+survivors, though taken by surprise, prove their courage by halting to
+answer the volley, and one of them springs from his saddle, seizes
+Derwent, and plunges a knife into his throat. The rebel falls. His blood
+pools around him. The British are successful, for two of the young men
+are bound and two of them have fallen, and there is a cheer of victory,
+but the trooper with the knife in his hand does not raise his voice. He
+bends above the farmer as still as one dead, until his captain claps him
+on the shoulder. As he rises, the prisoners start in wonder, for the face
+they see in the lantern-light is that of their brother, yet strange in
+its haggardness and its smear of blood on the cheek. The girl runs from
+her hiding-place with a cry, but stands in horror when her foot touches
+the gory pool in the road. The trooper opens his coat and offers her a
+locket. It contains her picture, and he has worn it above his heart for a
+year, but she lets it fall and sinks down, moaning. The soldier tears off
+his red coat, tramples it in the dust, then vaulting to his saddle he
+plunges into the river, fords it, and crashes through the underbrush on
+the other side. In a few minutes he has reached the summit of a rock that
+rises nearly a hundred feet above the stream. The horse halts at the
+edge, but on a fierce stab of the spur into his flank he takes the leap.
+With a despairing yell the traitor and parricide goes into eternity.
+
+
+
+
+THE BLACKSMITH AT BRANDYWINE
+
+Terrible in the field at Brandywine was the figure of a man armed only
+with a hammer, who plunged into the ranks of the enemy, heedless of his
+own life, yet seeming to escape their shots and sabre cuts by magic, and
+with Thor strokes beat them to the earth. But yesterday war had been to
+him a distant rumor, a thing as far from his cottage at Dilworth as if it
+had been in Europe, but he had revolted at a plot that he had overheard
+to capture Washington and had warned the general. In revenge the Tories
+had burned his cottage, and his wife and baby had perished in the flames.
+All day he had sat beside the smoking ruins, unable to weep, unable to
+think, unable almost to suffer, except dumbly, for as yet he could not
+understand it. But when the drums were heard they roused the tiger in
+him, and gaunt with sleeplessness and hunger he joined his countrymen and
+ranged like Ajax on the field. Every cry for quarter was in vain: to
+every such appeal he had but one reply, his wife's name--Mary.
+
+Near the end of the fight he lay beside the road, his leg broken, his
+flesh torn, his life ebbing from a dozen wounds. A wagoner, hasting to
+join the American retreat, paused to give him drink. "I've only five
+minutes more of life in me," said the smith. "Can you lift me into that
+tree and put a rifle in my hands?" The powerful teamster raised him to
+the crotch of an oak, and gave him the rifle and ammunition that a dying
+soldier had dropped there. A band of red-coats came running down the
+road, chasing some farmers. The blacksmith took careful aim; there was a
+report, and the leader of the band fell dead. A pause; again a report
+rang out, and a trooper sprawled upon the ground. The marksman had been
+seen, and a lieutenant was urging his men to hurry on and cut him down.
+There was a third report, and the lieutenant reeled forward into the
+road, bleeding and cursing. "That's for Mary," gasped the blacksmith. The
+rifle dropped from his hands, and he, too, sank lifeless against the
+boughs.
+
+
+
+
+FATHER AND SON
+
+It was three soldiers, escaping from the rout of Braddock's forces, who
+caught the alleged betrayer of their general and put him to the death.
+They threw his purse of ill-gotten louis d'or into the river, and sent
+him swinging from the edge of a ravine, with a vine about his neck and a
+placard on his breast. And so they left him.
+
+Twenty years pass, and the war-fires burn more fiercely in the vales of
+Pennsylvania, but, too old to fight, the schoolmaster sits at his door
+near Chad's Ford and smokes and broods upon the past. He thinks of the
+time when he marched with Washington, when with two wounded comrades he
+returned along the lonely trail; then comes the vision of a blackening
+face, and he rises and wipes his brow. "It was right," he mutters. "He
+sent a thousand of his brothers to their deaths."
+
+Gilbert Gates comes that evening to see the old man's daughter: a smooth,
+polite young fellow, but Mayland cannot like him, and after some short
+talk he leaves him, pleading years and rheumatism, and goes to bed. But
+not to sleep; for toward ten o'clock his daughter goes to him and urges
+him to fly, for men are gathering near the house--Tories, she is
+sure,--and they mean no good. Laughing at her fears, but willing to
+relieve her anxiety, the old man slips into his clothes, goes into the
+cellar, and thence starts for the barn, while the girl remains for a few
+minutes to hide the silver.
+
+He does not go far before Gates is at his elbow with the whispered words,
+"Into the stack-quick. They are after you." Mayland hesitates with
+distrust, but the appearance of men with torches leaves no time for talk.
+With Gilbert's help he crawls deep into the straw and is covered up.
+Presently a rough voice asks which way he has gone. Gilbert replies that
+he has gone to the wood, but there is no need for getting into a passion,
+and that on no account would it be advisable to fire the stack. "Won't we
+though?" cries one of the party. "We'll burn the rebel out of house and
+home," and thrusting his torch into the straw it is ablaze in an instant.
+The crowd hurries away toward the wood, and does not hear the stifled
+groan that comes out of the middle of the fire. Gates takes a paper from
+his pocket, and, after reading it for the last time, flings it upon the
+flame. It bears the inscription, "Isaac Gates, Traitor and Spy, hung by
+three soldiers of his majesty's army. Isaac Mayland."
+
+From his moody contemplation he rouses with a start, for Mayland's
+daughter is there. Her eyes are bent on a distorted thing that lies among
+the embers, and in the dying light of the flames it seems to move. She
+studies it close, then with a cry of pain and terror she falls upon the
+hot earth, and her senses go out, not to be regained in woful years. With
+head low bowed, Gilbert Gates trudges away. In the fight at Brandywine
+next day, Black Samson, a giant negro, armed with a scythe, sweeps his
+way through the red ranks like a sable figure of Time. Mayland had taught
+him; his daughter had given him food. It is to avenge them that he is
+fighting. In the height of the conflict he enters the American ranks
+leading a prisoner--Gilbert Gates. The young man is pale, stern, and
+silent. His deed is known, he is a spy as well as a traitor, but he asks
+no mercy. It is rumored that next day he alone, of the prisoners, was led
+to a wood and lashed by arms and legs to a couple of hickory trees that
+had been bent by a prodigious effort and tied together by their tops. The
+lashing was cut by a rifle-ball, the trees regained their straight
+position with a snap like whips, and that was the way Gilbert Gates came
+to his end.
+
+
+
+
+THE ENVY OF MANITOU
+
+Behind the mountains that gloom about the romantic village of Mauch
+Chunk, Pennsylvania, was once a lake of clear, bright water, its winding
+loops and bays extending back for several miles. On one of its prettiest
+bits of shore stood a village of the Leni Lenape, and largest of its
+wigwams, most richly pictured without, most luxurious in its couching of
+furs within, was that of the young chief, Onoko. This Indian was a man of
+great size, strength, and daring. Single-handed he had slain the bear on
+Mauch Chunk [Bear Mountain], and it was no wonder that Wenonah, the
+fairest of her tribe, was flattered when he sued for her hand, and
+promptly consented to be his wife. It was Onoko's fortune in war, the
+chase, and love that roused the envy of Mitche Manitou.
+
+One day, as the couple were floating in their shallop of bark on the calm
+lake, idly enjoying the sunshine and saying pretty things to each other,
+the Manitou arose among the mountains. Terrible was his aspect, for the
+scowl of hatred was on his face, thunder crashed about his head, and fire
+snapped from his eyes. Covering his right hand with his invincible magic
+mitten, he dealt a blow on the hills that made the earth shake, and rived
+them to a depth of a thousand feet. Through the chasm thus created the
+lake poured a foaming deluge, and borne with it was the canoe of Onoko
+and Wenonah. One glance at the wrathful face in the clouds above them and
+they knew that escape was hopeless, so, clasping each other in a close
+embrace, they were whirled away to death. Manitou strode away moodily
+among the hills, and ever since that time the Lehigh has rolled through
+the chasm that he made. The memory of Onoko is preserved in the name of a
+glen and cascade a short distance above Mauch Chunk.
+
+It is not well to be too happy in this world. It rouses the envy of the
+gods.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST REVEL IN PRINTZ HALL
+
+"Young man, I'll give thee five dollars a week to be care-taker in Printz
+Hall," said Quaker Quidd to fiddler Matthews, on an autumn evening.
+
+Young Matthews had just been taunting the old gentleman with being afraid
+to sleep on his own domain, and as the eyes of all the tavern loungers
+were on him he could hardly decline so flattering a proposition, so,
+after some hemming and hawing, he said he would take the Quaker at his
+word. He played but two or three more tunes that evening, did Peter
+Matthews, and played them rather sadly; then, as Quidd had finished his
+mulled cider and departed, he took his homeward way in thoughtful mood.
+Printz Hall stood in a lonely, weed-grown garden near Chester,
+Pennsylvania, and thither repaired Peter, as next day's twilight shut
+down, with a mattress, blanket, comestibles, his beloved fiddle, and a
+flask of whiskey. Ensconcing himself in the room that was least
+depressing in appearance he stuffed rags into the vacant panes, lighted a
+candle, started a blaze in the fireplace, and ate his supper.
+
+"Not so bad a place, after all," mumbled Peter, as he warmed himself at
+the fire and the flask; then, taking out his violin, he began to play.
+The echo of his music emphasized the emptiness of the house, the damp got
+into the strings so that they sounded tubby, and there were unintentional
+quavers in the melody whenever the trees swung against the windows and
+splashed them with rain, or when a distant shutter fell a-creaking.
+Finally, he stirred the fire, bolted the door, snuffed his candle, took a
+courageous pull at the liquor, flung off his coat and shoes, rolled his
+blanket around him, stretched himself on the mattress, and fell asleep.
+He was awakened by--well, he could not say what, exactly, only he became
+suddenly as wide awake as ever he had been in his life, and listened for
+some sound that he knew was going to come out of the roar of the wind and
+the slamming, grating, and whistling about the house. Yes, there it was:
+a tread and a clank on the stair. The door, so tightly bolted, flew open,
+and there entered a dark figure with steeple-crowned hat, cloak,
+jack-boots, sword, and corselet. The terrified fiddler wanted to howl,
+but his voice was gone. "I am Peter Printz, governor-general of his
+Swedish Majesty's American colonies, and builder of this house," said the
+figure. "'Tis the night of the autumnal equinox, when my friends meet
+here for revel. Take thy fiddle and come. Play, but speak not."
+
+And whether he wished or no, Peter was drawn to follow the figure, which
+he could make out by the phosphor gleam of it. Down-stairs they went,
+doors swinging open before them, and along corridors that clanged to the
+stroke of the spectre's boot heels. Now they came to the ancient
+reception-room, and as they entered it Peter was dazzled. The floor was
+smooth with wax, logs snapped in the fireplace, though the flame was
+somewhat blue, the old hangings and portraits looked fresh, and in the
+light of wax candles a hundred people, in the brave array of old times,
+walked, courtesied, and seemed to laugh and talk together. As the fiddler
+appeared, every eye was turned on him in a disquieting way, and when he
+addressed himself to his bottle, from every throat came a hollow laugh.
+Finding his way to a chair he sank into it and put his instrument in
+position. At the first note the couples took hands, and as he struck into
+a jig they began to circle swiftly, leaping wondrous high.
+
+Faster went the music, for the whiskey was at work in Peter's noddle, and
+wilder grew the dance. It was as if the storm had come in through the
+windows and was blowing these people hither and yon, around and around.
+The fiddler vaguely wondered at himself, for he had never played so well,
+though he had never heard the tune before. Now loomed Governor Printz in
+the middle of the room, and extending his hand he ordered the dance to
+cease. "Thou bast played well, fiddler," he said, "and shalt be paid."
+Then, at his signal, came two negro men tugging at a strong box that
+Printz unlocked. It was filled with gold pieces. "Hold thy fiddle bag,"
+commanded the governor, and Peter did so, watching, open mouthed, the
+transfer of a double handful of treasure from box to sack. Another such
+handful followed, and another. At the fourth Peter could no longer
+contain himself. He forgot the injunction not to speak, and shouted
+gleefully, "Lord Harry! Here's luck!"
+
+There was a shriek of demon laughter, the scene was lost in darkness, and
+Peter fell insensible. In the morning a tavern-haunting friend, anxious
+to know if Peter had met with any adventure, entered the house and went
+cautiously from room to room, calling on the watcher to show himself.
+There was no response. At last he stumbled on the whiskey bottle, empty,
+and knew that Peter must be near. Sure enough, there he lay in the great
+room, with dust and mould thick on everything, and his fiddle smashed
+into a thousand pieces. Peter on being awakened looked ruefully about
+him, then sprang up and eagerly demanded his money. "What money?" asked
+his friend. The fiddler clutched at his green bag, opened it, shook it;
+there was nothing. Nor was there any delay in Peter's exit from that
+mansion, and when, twenty-four hours after, the house went up in flames,
+he averred that the ghosts had set it afire, and that he knew where they
+brought their coals from.
+
+
+
+
+THE TWO RINGS
+
+Gabrielle de St. Pierre, daughter of the commandant of Fort Le Boeuf,
+now--Waterford, Pennsylvania, that the French had setup on the Ohio
+River, was Parisian by birth and training, but American by choice, for
+she had enjoyed on this lonesome frontier a freedom equal to that of the
+big-handed, red-faced half-breeds, and she was as wild as an Indian in
+her sports. Returning from a hunt, one day, she saw three men advancing
+along the trail, and, as it was easy to see that they were not Frenchmen,
+her guide slipped an arrow to the cord and discharged it; but Gabrielle
+was as quick as he, for she struck the missile as it was leaving the bow
+and it quivered harmlessly into a beech. The younger of the men who were
+advancing--he was Harry Fairfax, of Virginia--said to his chief, "Another
+escape for you, George. Heaven sent one of its angels to avert that
+stroke."
+
+Washington, for it was he, answered lightly, and, as no other hostile
+demonstrations were made, the new-comers pressed on to the fort, where
+St. Pierre received them cordially, though he knew that their errand was
+to claim his land on behalf of the English and urge the French to retire
+to the southwest. The days that were spent in futile negotiation passed
+all too swiftly for Fairfax, for he had fallen in love with Gabrielle.
+She would not consent to a betrothal until time had tried his affection,
+but as a token of friendship she gave him a stone circlet of Indian
+manufacture, and received in exchange a ring that had been worn by the
+mother of Fairfax.
+
+After the diplomats had returned the English resolved to enforce their
+demand with arms, and Fairfax was one of the first to be despatched to
+the front.
+
+Early in the campaign his company engaged the enemy near the Ohio River,
+and in the heat of battle he had time to note and wonder at the strange
+conduct of one of the French officers, a mere stripling, who seemed more
+concerned to check the fire of his men than to secure any advantage in
+the fight. Presently the French gave way, and with a cheer the English
+ran forward to claim the field, the ruder spirits among them at once
+beginning to plunder the wounded. A cry for quarter drew Fairfax with a
+bound to the place whence it came, and, dashing aside a pilfering
+soldier, he bent above a slight form that lay extended on the earth: the
+young officer whose strange conduct had so surprised him. In another
+moment he recognized his mother's ring on one of the slender hands. It
+was Gabrielle. Her father had perished in the fight, but she had saved
+her lover.
+
+In due time she went with her affianced to his home in Williamsburg,
+Virginia, and became mistress of the Fairfax mansion. But she never liked
+the English, as a people, and when, in later years, two sturdy sons of
+hers asked leave to join the Continental army, she readily consented.
+
+
+
+
+FLAME SCALPS OF THE CHARTIERS
+
+Before Pittsburg had become worthy to be called a settlement, a white man
+rowed his boat to the mouth of Chartiers creek, near that present city.
+He was seeking a place in which to make his home, and a little way
+up-stream, where were timber, water, and a southern slope, he marked a
+"tomahawk claim," and set about clearing the land. Next year his wife,
+two children, and his brother came to occupy the cabin he had built, and
+for a long time all went happily, but on returning from a long hunt the
+brothers found the little house in ashes and the charred remains of its
+occupants in the ruins. Though nearly crazed by this catastrophe they
+knew that their own lives were in hourly peril, and they wished to live
+until they could punish the savages for this crime. After burying the
+bodies, they started east across the hills, leaving a letter on birch
+bark in a cleft stick at the mouth of Chartiers creek, in which the
+tragedy was recounted.
+
+This letter was afterward found by trappers. The men themselves were
+never heard from, and it is believed that they, too, fell at the hands of
+the Indians. Old settlers used to affirm that on summer nights the cries
+of the murdered innocents could be heard in the little valley where the
+cabin stood, and when storms were coming up these cries were often
+blended with the yells of savages. More impressive are the death
+lights--the will-o'-the-wisps--that wander over the scene of the tragedy,
+and up and down the neighboring slopes. These apparitions are said to be
+the spirits of husband and wife seeking each other, or going together in
+search of their children; but some declare that in their upward streaming
+rays it can readily be seen that they are the scalps of the slain. Two of
+them have a golden hue, and these are the scalps of the children. From
+beneath them drops of red seem to distil on the grass and are found to
+have bedewed the flowers on the following morning.
+
+
+
+
+THE CONSECRATION OF WASHINGTON
+
+In 1773 some of the Pietist monks were still living in their rude
+monastery whose ruins are visible on the banks of the Wissahickon. Chief
+among these mystics was an old man who might have enjoyed the wealth and
+distinction warranted by a title had he chosen to remain in Germany, but
+he had forsworn vanities, and had come to the new world to pray, to rear
+his children, and to live a simple life. Some said he was an alchemist,
+and many believed him to be a prophet. The infrequent wanderer beside the
+romantic river had seen lights burning in the window of his cell and had
+heard the solemn sound of song and prayer. On a winter night, when snow
+lay untrodden about the building and a sharp air stirred in the trees
+with a sound like harps, the old man sat in a large room of the place,
+with his son and daughter, waiting. For a prophecy had run that on that
+night, at the third hour of morning, the Deliverer would present himself.
+In a dream was heard a voice, saying, "I will send a deliverer to the new
+world who shall save my people from bondage, as my Son saved them from
+spiritual death." The night wore on in prayer and meditation, and the
+hours tolled heavily across the frozen wilderness, but, at the stroke of
+three, steps were heard in the snow and the door swung open. The man who
+entered was of great stature, with a calm, strong face, a powerful frame,
+and a manner of dignity and grace.
+
+"Friends, I have lost my way," said he. "Can you direct me?"
+
+The old man started up in a kind of rapture. "You have not lost your
+way," he cried, "but found it. You are called to a great mission. Kneel
+at this altar and receive it."
+
+The stranger looked at the man in surprise and a doubt passed over his
+face. "Nay, I am not mad," urged the recluse, with a slight smile.
+"Listen: to-night, disturbed for the future of your country, and unable
+to sleep, you mounted horse and rode into the night air to think on the
+question that cannot be kept out of your mind, Is it lawful for the
+subject to draw sword against his king? The horse wandered, you knew and
+cared not whither, until he brought you here."
+
+"How do you know this?" asked the stranger, in amazement.
+
+"Be not surprised, but kneel while I anoint thee deliverer of this land."
+
+Moved and impressed, the man bowed his knee before one of his fellows for
+the first time in his life. The monk touched his finger with oil, and
+laying it on the brow of the stranger said, "Do you promise, when the
+hour shall strike, to take the sword in defence of your country? Do you
+promise, when you shall see your soldiers suffer for bread and fire, and
+when the people you have led to victory shall bow before you, to remember
+that you are but the minister of God in the work of a nation's freedom?"
+
+With a new light burning in his eyes, the stranger bent his head.
+
+"Then, in His name, I consecrate thee deliverer of this oppressed people.
+When the time comes, go forth to victory, for, as you are faithful, be
+sure that God will grant it. Wear no crown, but the blessings and honor
+of a free people, save this." As he finished, his daughter, a girl of
+seventeen, came forward and put a wreath of laurel on the brow of the
+kneeling man. "Rise," continued the prophet, "and take my hand, which I
+have never before offered to any man, and accept my promise to be
+faithful to you and to this country, even if it cost my life."
+
+As he arose, the son of the priest stepped to him and girt a sword upon
+his hip, and the old man held up his hands in solemn benediction. The
+stranger laid his hand on the book that stood open on the altar and
+kissed the hilt of his sword. "I will keep the faith," said he. At dawn
+he went his way again, and no one knew his name, but when the fires of
+battle lighted the western world America looked to him for its
+deliverance from tyranny. Years later it was this spot that he revisited,
+alone, to pray, and here Sir William Howe offered to him, in the name of
+his king, the title of regent of America. He took the parchment and
+ground it into a rag in the earth at his feet. For this was Washington.
+MARION
+
+Blooming and maidenly, though she dressed in leather and used a rifle
+like a man, was Marion, grand-daughter of old Abraham, who counted his
+years as ninety, and who for many of those years had lived with his books
+in the tidy cabin where the Youghiogheny and Monongahela come together.
+This place stood near the trail along which Braddock marched to his
+defeat, and it was one of the stragglers from this command, a bony
+half-breed with red hair, called Red Wolf, that knocked at the door and
+asked for water. Seeing no one but Marion he ventured in, and would have
+tried not only to make free with the contents of the little house but
+would have kissed the girl as well, only that she seized her rifle and
+held him at bay. Still, the fellow would have braved a shot, had not a
+young officer in a silver-laced uniform glanced through the open door in
+passing and discovered the situation. He doffed his chapeau to Marion,
+then said sternly to the rogue, "Retire. Your men are waiting for you."
+Red Wolf slunk away, and Washington, for it was he, begged that he might
+rest for a little time under the roof.
+
+This request was gladly complied with, both by the girl and by her
+grandfather, who presently appeared, and the fever that threatened the
+young soldier was averted by a day of careful nursing. Marion's innate
+refinement, her gentleness, her vivacity, could not fail to interest
+Washington, and the vision of her face was with him for many a day. He
+promised to return, then he rode forward and caught up with the troops.
+He survived the battle in which seven hundred of his comrades were shot
+or tomahawked and scalped. One Indian fired at him eleven times, and five
+of the bullets scratched him; after that the savage forbore, believing
+that the officer was under Manitou's protection. When the retreating
+column approached the place where Marion lived he hastened on in advance
+to see her. The cabin was in ashes. He called, but there was no answer.
+When he turned away, with sad and thoughtful mien, a brown tress was
+wrapped around his finger, and in his cabinet he kept it until his death,
+folded in a paper marked "Marion, July 11, 1755."
+
+
+
+
+
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+                           MYTHS AND LEGENDS
+                                   OF
+                              OUR OWN LAND
+
+                                   By
+                           Charles M. Skinner
+
+                                Vol. 3.
+
+
+                       ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS:
+
+The Phantom Dragoon
+Delaware Water Gap
+The Phantom Drummer
+The Missing Soldier of Valley Forge
+The Last Shot at Germantown
+A Blow in the Dark
+The Tory's Conversion
+Lord Percy's Dream
+Saved by the Bible
+Parricide of the Wissahickon
+The Blacksmith at Brandywine
+Father and Son
+The Envy of Manitou
+The Last Revel in Printz Hall
+The Two Rings
+Flame Scalps of the Chartiers
+The Consecration of Washington
+Marion
+
+
+
+
+                         ON AND NEAR THE DELAWARE
+
+                           THE PHANTOM DRAGOON
+
+The height that rises a mile or so to the south of Newark, Delaware, is
+called Iron Hill, because it is rich in hematite ore, but about the time
+of General Howe's advance to the Brandywine it might well have won its
+name because of the panoply of war--the sullen guns, the flashing
+swords, and glistening bayonets--that appeared among the British tents
+pitched on it.  After the red-coats had established camp here the
+American outposts were advanced and one of the pickets was stationed at
+Welsh Tract Church.  On his first tour of duty the sentry was thrown
+into great alarm by the appearance of a figure robed from head to foot
+in white, that rode a horse at a charging gait within ten feet of his
+face.  When guard was relieved the soldier begged that he might never be
+assigned to that post again.  His nerves were strong in the presence of
+an enemy in the flesh--but an enemy out of the grave!  Ugh!  He would
+desert rather than encounter that shape again.  His request was granted.
+The sentry who succeeded him was startled, in the small hours, by a rush
+of hoofs and the flash of a pallid form.  He fired at it, and thought
+that he heard the sound of a mocking laugh come back.
+
+Every night the phantom horseman made his rounds, and several times the
+sentinels shot at him without effect, the white horse and white rider
+showing no annoyance at these assaults.  When it came the turn of a
+sceptical and unimaginative old corporal to take the night detail, he
+took the liberty of assuming the responsibilities of this post himself.
+He looked well to the priming of his musket, and at midnight withdrew
+out of the moonshine and waited, with his gun resting on a fence.  It
+was not long before the beat of hoofs was heard approaching, and in
+spite of himself the corporal felt a thrill along his spine as a mounted
+figure that might have represented Death on the pale horse came into
+view; but he jammed his hat down, set his teeth, and sighted his flint-
+lock with deliberation.  The rider was near, when bang went the
+corporal's musket, and a white form was lying in the road, a horse
+speeding into the distance.  Scrambling over the fence, the corporal,
+reassured, ran to the form and turned it over: a British scout, quite
+dead.  The daring fellow, relying on the superstitious fears of the
+rustics in his front, had made a nightly ride as a ghost, in order to
+keep the American outposts from advancing, and also to guess, from
+elevated points, at the strength and disposition of their troops.  He
+wore a cuirass of steel, but that did not protect his brain from the
+corporal's bullet.
+
+
+
+
+                            DELAWARE WATER GAP
+
+The Indian name of this beautiful region, Minisink, "the water is gone,"
+agrees with the belief of geologists that a lake once existed behind the
+Blue Ridge, and that it burst its way through the hills at this point.
+Similar results were produced by a cataclysm on the Connecticut at Mount
+Holyoke, on the Lehigh at Mauch Chunk, and Runaway Pond, New Hampshire,
+got its name by a like performance.  The aborigines, whatever may be
+said against them, enjoyed natural beauty, and their habitations were
+often made in this delightful region, their councils being attended by
+chief Tamanend, or Tammany, a Delaware, whose wisdom and virtues were
+such as to raise him to the place of patron saint of America.  The
+notorious Tammany Society of New York is named for him.  When this chief
+became old and feeble his tribe abandoned him in a hut at New Britain,
+Pennsylvania, and there he tried to kill himself by stabbing, but
+failing in that, he flung burning leaves over himself, and so perished.
+He was buried where he died.  It was a princess of his tribe that gave
+the name of Lover's Leap to a cliff on Mount Tammany, by leaping from it
+to her death, because her love for a young European was not
+reciprocated.
+
+There is a silver-mine somewhere on the opposite mountain of Minsi, the
+knowledge of its location having perished with the death of a recluse,
+who coined the metal he took from it into valuable though illegal
+dollars, going townward every winter to squander his earnings.  During
+the Revolution "Oran the Hawk," a Tory and renegade, was vexatious to
+the people of Delaware Valley, and a detachment of colonial troops was
+sent in pursuit of him.  They overtook him at the Gap and chased him up
+the slopes of Tammany, though he checked their progress by rolling
+stones among them.  One rock struck a trooper, crushed him, and bore him
+down to the base of a cliff, his blood smearing it in his descent.  But
+though he seemed to have eluded his pursuers, Oran was shot in several
+places during his flight, and when at last he cast himself into a
+thicket, to rest and get breath, it was never to rise again.  His bones,
+cracked by bullets and gnawed by beasts, were found there when the
+leaves fell.
+
+
+
+
+                           THE PHANTOM DRUMMER
+
+Colonel Howell, of the king's troops, was a gay fellow, framed to make
+women false; but when he met the rosy, sweet-natured daughter of farmer
+Jarrett, near Valley Forge, he attempted no dalliance, for he fell too
+seriously in love.  He might not venture into the old man's presence,
+for Jarrett had a son with Washington, and he hated a red-coat as he
+did the devil; but the young officer met the girl in secret, and they
+plighted troth beneath the garden trees, hidden in gray mist.  As Howell
+bent to take his first kiss that night, a rising wind went past,
+bringing from afar the roll of a drum, and as they talked the drum kept
+drawing nearer, until it seemed at hand.  The officer peered across the
+wall, then hurried to his mistress' side, as pale as death.  The fields
+outside were empty of life.
+
+Louder came the rattling drum; it seemed to enter the gate, pass but a
+yard away, go through the wall, and die in the distance.  When it
+ceased, Howell started as if a spell had been lifted, laxed his grip on
+the maiden's hand, then drew her to his breast convulsively.  Ruth's
+terror was more vague but no less genuine than his own, and some moments
+passed before she could summon voice to ask him what this visitation
+meant.  He answered, "Something is about to change my fortunes for good
+or ill; probably for ill.  Important events in my family for the past
+three generations have been heralded by that drum, and those events were
+disasters oftener than benefits."  Few more words passed, and with
+another kiss the soldier scaled the wall and galloped away, the triple
+beat of his charger's hoofs sounding back into the maiden's ears like
+drum-taps.  In a skirmish next day Colonel Howell was shot.  He was
+carried to farmer Jarrett's house and left there, in spite of the old
+man's protest, for he was willing to give no shelter to his country's
+enemies.  When Ruth saw her lover in this strait she was like to have
+fallen, but when she learned that it would take but a few days of quiet
+and care to restore him to health, she was ready to forgive her fellow-
+countrymen for inflicting an injury that might result in happiness for
+both of them.
+
+It took a great deal of teasing to overcome the scruples of the farmer,
+but he gruffly consented to receive the young man until his hurt should
+heal.  Ruth attended him faithfully, and the cheerful, manly nature of
+the officer so won the farmer's heart that he soon forgot the color of
+Howell's coat.  Nor was he surprised when Howell told him that he loved
+his daughter and asked for her hand; indeed, it had been easy to guess
+their affection, and the old man declared that but for his allegiance to
+a tyrant he would gladly own him as a son-in-law.  It was a long
+struggle between love and duty that ensued in Howell's breast, and love
+was victor.  If he might marry Ruth he would leave the army.  The old
+man gave prompt consent, and a secret marriage was arranged.  Howell had
+been ordered to rejoin his regiment; he could not honorably resign on
+the eve of an impending battle, and, even had he done so, a long delay
+must have preceded his release.  He would marry the girl, go to the
+country, live there quietly until the British evacuated Philadelphia,
+when he would return and cast his lot with the Jarrett household.
+
+Howell donned citizen's dress, and the wedding took place in the
+spacious best room of the mansion, but as he slipped the ring on the
+finger of his bride the roll of a drum was heard advancing up the steps
+into the room, then on and away until all was still again.  The young
+colonel was pale; Ruth clung to him in terror; clergymen and guests
+looked at each other in amazement.  Now there were voices at the porch,
+the door was flung open, armed men entered, and the bridegroom was a
+prisoner.  He was borne to his quarters, and afterward tried for
+desertion, for a servant in the Jarrett household, hating all English
+and wishing them to suffer, even at each other's hands, had betrayed the
+plan of his master's guest.  The court-martial found him guilty and
+condemned him to be shot.  When the execution took place, Ruth, praying
+and sobbing in her chamber, knew that her husband was no more.  The
+distant sound of musketry reverberated like the roll of a drum.
+
+
+
+
+                   THE MISSING SOLDIER OF VALLEY FORGE
+
+During the dreadful winter of the American encampment at Valley Forge
+six or eight soldiers went out to forage for provisions.  Knowing that
+little was to be hoped for near the camp of their starving comrades,
+they set off in the direction of French Creek.  At this stream the party
+separated, and a little later two of the men were attacked by Tory
+farmers.  Flying along the creek for some distance they came to a small
+cave in a bluff, and one of them, a young Southerner named Carrington,
+scrambled into it.  His companion was not far behind, and was hurrying
+toward the cave, when he was arrested by a rumble and a crash: a block
+of granite, tons in weight, that had hung poised overhead, slid from its
+place and completely blocked the entrance.  The stifled cry of despair
+from the living occupant of the tomb struck to his heart.  He hid in a
+neighboring wood until the Tories had dispersed, then, returning to the
+cave, he strove with might and main to stir the boulder from its place,
+but without avail.
+
+When he reached camp, as he did next day, he told of this disaster, but
+the time for rescue was believed to be past, or the work was thought to
+be too exhausting and dangerous for a body of men who had much ado to
+keep life in their own weak frames.  It was a double tragedy, for the
+young man's sweetheart never recovered from the shock that the news
+occasioned, and on her tomb, near Richmond, Virginia, these words are
+chiselled: "Died, of a broken heart, on the 1st of March, 1780, Virginia
+Randolph, aged 21 years, 9 days.  Faithful unto death."  In the summer
+of 1889 some workmen, blasting rock near the falls on French Creek,
+uncovered the long-concealed cavern and found there a skeleton with a
+few rags of a Continental uniform.  In a bottle beside it was an
+account, signed by Arthur L. Carrington, of the accident that had
+befallen him, and a letter declaring undying love for his sweetheart.
+
+He had starved to death.  The bones were neatly coffined, and were sent
+to Richmond to be buried beside those of the faithful Miss Randolph.
+
+
+
+
+                       THE LAST SHOT AT GERMANTOWN
+
+Many are the tales of prophecy that have been preserved to us from war
+times.  In the beginning of King Philip's war in Connecticut, in 1675,
+it was reported that the firing of the first gun was heard all over the
+State, while the drumbeats calling settlers to defence were audible
+eight miles away.  Braddock's defeat and the salvation of Washington
+were foretold by a Miami chief at a council held in Fort Ponchartrain,
+on Detroit River, the ambush and the slaughter having been revealed to
+him in a dream.  The victims of that battle, too, had been apprised, for
+one or two nights before the disaster a young lieutenant in Braddock's
+command saw his fellow-officers pass through his tent, bloody and torn,
+and when the first gun sounded he knew that it spoke the doom of nearly
+all his comrades.  At Killingly, Connecticut, in the autumn before the
+outbreak of the Revolution, a distant roar of artillery was heard for a
+whole day and night in the direction of Boston, mingled with a rattle of
+musketry, and so strong was the belief that war had begun and the
+British were advancing, that the minute men mustered to await orders.
+It was afterward argued thatthese noises came from an explosion of
+meteors, a shower of these missiles being then in progress, invisible,
+of course, in the day-time.  Just after the signing of the Declaration
+of Independence the royal arms on the spire of the Episcopal church at
+Hampton, Virginia, were struck off by lightning.  Shortly before the
+surrender of Cornwallis a display of northern lights was seen in New
+England, the rays taking the form of cannon, facing southward.  In
+Connecticut sixty-four of these guns were counted.
+
+At the battle of Germantown the Americans were enraged by the killing of
+one of their men who had gone out with a flag of truce.  He was shot
+from the windows of Judge Chew's house, which was crowded with British
+soldiers, and as he fell to the lawn, dyeing the peaceful emblem with
+his blood, at least one of the Continentals swore that his death should
+be well avenged.  The British reinforcements, sixteen thousand strong,
+came hurrying through the street, their officers but half-dressed, so
+urgent had been the summons for their aid.  Except for their steady
+tramp the place was silent; doors were locked and shutters bolted, and
+if people were within doors no sign of them was visible.  General Agnew
+alone of all the troop seemed depressed and anxious.  Turning to an aide
+as they passed the Mennonist graveyard, he said, "This field is the last
+I shall fight on."
+
+An eerie face peered over the cemetery wall, a scarred, unshaven face
+framed in long hair and surmounting a body clothed in skins, with the
+question, "Is that the brave General Gray who beat the rebels at Paoli?"
+One of the soldiers, with a careless toss of the hand, seemed to
+indicate General Agnew.  A moment later there was a report, a puff of
+smoke from the cemetery wall, and a bullet whizzed by the head of the
+general, who smiled wanly, to encourage his men.  Summary execution
+would have been done upon the stranger had not a body of American
+cavalry dashed against the red-coats at that moment, and a fierce
+contest was begun.  When the day was over, General Agnew, who had been
+separated from his command in the confusion of battle, came past the
+graves again.  Tired and depressed, he drew rein for a moment to breathe
+the sweet air, so lately fouled with dust and smoke, and to watch the
+gorgeous light of sunset.  Again, like a malignant genius of the place,
+the savage-looking stranger arose from behind the wall.  A sharp report
+broke the quiet of evening and awoke clattering echoes from the distant
+houses.  A horse plunged and General Agnew rolled from his saddle, dead:
+the last victim in the strife at Germantown.
+
+
+
+
+                            A BLOW IN THE DARK
+
+The Tory Manheim sits brooding in his farmhouse near Valley Forge,
+and his daughter, with a hectic flush on her cheek, looks out into the
+twilight at the falling snow.  She is worn and ill; she has brought on
+a fever by exposure incurred that very day in a secret journey to the
+American camp, made to warn her lover of another attempt on the life of
+Washington, who must pass her father's house on his return from a
+distant settlement.  The Tory knows nothing of this; but he starts
+whenever the men in the next room rattle the dice or break into a ribald
+song, and a frown of apprehension crosses his face as the foragers
+crunch by, half-barefoot, through the snow.  The hours go on, and the
+noise in the next room increases; but it hushes suddenly when a knock at
+the door is heard.  The Tory opens it, and trembles as a tall, grave
+man, with the figure of an athlete, steps into the fire-light and calmly
+removes his gloves.  "I have been riding far," said he.  "Can you give
+me some food and the chance to sleep for an hour, until the storm clears
+up?"
+
+Manheim says that he can, and shuffling into the next room, he whispers,
+"Washington!"  The girl is sent out to get refreshments.  It is in vain
+that she seeks to sign or speak to the man who sits there so calmly
+before the fire, for her father is never out of sight or hearing.  After
+Washington has finished his modest repast he asks to be left to himself
+for a while, but the girl is told to conduct him to the room on the left
+of the landing on the next floor.
+
+Her father holds the candle at the foot of the stairs until he sees his
+guest enter; then he bids his daughter go to her own bed, which is in
+the chamber on the right of the landing.  There is busy whispering in
+the room below after that, and the dice box is shaken to see to whose
+lot it shall fall to steal up those stairs and stab Washington in his
+sleep.  An hour passes and all in the house appear to be at rest, but
+the stairs creak slightly as Manheim creeps upon his prey.  He blows his
+candle out and softly enters the chamber on the left.  The men, who
+listen in the dark at the foot of the stair, hear a moan, and the Tory
+hurries back with a shout of gladness, for the rebel chief is no more
+and Howe's reward will enrich them for life.
+
+Glasses are filled, and in the midst of the rejoicing a step is heard on
+the stair.  Washington stands before them.  In calm, deep tones he
+thanks the farmer for his shelter, and asks that his horse be brought to
+the door and his reckoning be made out.  The Tory stares as one bereft.
+Then he rushes aloft, flings open the door of the room on the left, and
+gazes at the face that rests on the pillow,--a pillow that is dabbled
+with red.  The face is that of his daughter.  The name of father is one
+that he will never hear again in this world.  The candle falls from his
+hand; he sinks to the floor; be his sin forgiven!  Outside is heard the
+tramp of a horse.  It is that of Washington, who rides away, ignorant of
+the peril he has passed and the sacrifice that averted it.
+
+
+
+
+                          THE TORY'S CONVERSION
+
+In his firelit parlor, in his little house at Valley Forge, old Michael
+Kuch sits talking with his daughter.  But though it is Christmas eve the
+talk has little cheer in it.  The hours drag on until the clock strikes
+twelve, and the old man is about to offer his evening prayer for the
+safety of his son, who is one of Washington's troopers, when hurried
+steps are heard in the snow, there is a fumbling at the latch, then the
+door flies open and admits a haggard, panting man who hastily closes it
+again, falls into a seat, and shakes from head to foot.  The girl goes
+to him.  "John!" she says.  But he only averts his face.  "What is wrong
+with thee, John Blake?"  asks the farmer.  But he has to ask again and
+again ere he gets an answer.  Then, in a broken voice, the trembling man
+confesses that he has tried to shoot Washington, but the bullet struck
+and killed his only attendant, a dragoon.  He has come for shelter, for
+men are on his track already.  "Thou know'st I am neutral in this war,
+John Blake," answered the farmer,--"although I have a boy down yonder in
+the camp.  It was a cowardly thing to do, and I hate you Tories that you
+do not fight like men; yet, since you ask me for a hiding-place, you
+shall have it, though, mind you, 'tis more on the girl's account than
+yours.  The men are coming.  Out--this way--to the spring-house.  So!"
+
+Before old Michael has time to return to his chair the door is again
+thrust open, this time by men in blue and buff.  They demand the
+assassin, whose footsteps they have tracked there through the snow.
+Michael does not answer.  They are about to use violence when, through
+the open door, comes Washington, who checks them with a word.  The
+general bears a drooping form with a blood splash on its breast, and
+deposits it on the hearth as gently as a mother puts a babe into its
+cradle.  As the firelight falls on the still face the farmer's eyes grow
+round and big; then he shrieks and drops upon his knees, for it is his
+son who is lying there.  Beside him is a pistol; it was dropped by the
+Tory when he entered.  Grasping it eagerly the farmer leaps to his feet.
+His years have fallen from him.  With a tiger-like bound he gains the
+door, rushes to the spring-house where John Blake is crouching, his eyes
+sunk and shining, gnawing his fingers in a craze of dismay.  But though
+hate is swift, love is swifter, and the girl is there as soon as he.
+She strikes his arm aside, and the bullet he has fired lodges in the
+wood.  He draws out his knife, and the murderer, to whom has now come
+the calmness of despair, kneels and offers his breast to the blade.
+Before he can strike, the soldiers hasten up, and seizing Blake, they
+drag him to the house--the little room--where all had been so peaceful
+but a few minutes before.
+
+The culprit is brought face to face with Washington, who asks him what
+harm he has ever suffered from his fellow countrymen that he should turn
+against them thus.  Blake hangs his head and owns his willingness to
+die.  His eyes rest on the form extended on the floor, and he shudders;
+but his features undergo an almost joyous change, for the figure lifts
+itself, and in a faint voice calls, "Father!"  The young man lives.
+With a cry of delight both father and sister raise him in their arms.
+"You are not yet prepared to die," says Washington to the captive.
+"I will put you under guard until you are wanted.  Take him into
+custody, my dear young lady, and try to make an American of him.  See,
+it is one o'clock, and this is Christmas morning.  May all be happy
+here.  Come."  And beckoning to his men he rides away, though Blake and
+his affianced would have gone on their knees before him.  Revulsion of
+feeling, love, thankfulness and a latent patriotism wrought a quick
+change in Blake.  When young Kuch recovered Blake joined his regiment,
+and no soldier served the flag more honorably.
+
+
+
+
+                            LORD PERCY'S DREAM
+
+Leaving the dissipations of the English court, Lord Percy came to
+America to share the fortunes of his brethren in the contest then raging
+on our soil.  His father had charged him with the delivery of a certain
+package to an Indian woman, should he meet her in his rambles through
+the western wilds, and, without inquiring into the nature of the gift or
+its occasion, he accepted the trust.  At the battle of the Brandywine--
+strangely foretold by Quaker prophecy forty years before--he was
+detailed by Cornwallis to drive the colonial troops out of a graveyard
+where they had intrenched themselves, and though he set upon this errand
+with the enthusiasm of youth, his cheek paled as he drew near the spot
+where the enemy was waiting.
+
+It was not that he had actual physical fear of the onset: he had dreamed
+a dream a few nights before, the purport of which he had hinted to his
+comrades, and as he rode into the clearing at the top of Osborn's Hill
+he drew rein and exclaimed, "My dream!  Yonder is the graveyard.  I am
+fated to die there."  Giving a few of his effects to his brother
+officers, and charging one of them to take a message of love to his
+betrothed in England, he set his lips and rode forward.
+
+His cavalry bound toward the scene of action and are within thirty paces
+of the cemetery wall, when from behind it rises a battalion of men in
+the green uniform of the Santee Rangers and pours a withering fire into
+the ranks.  The shock is too great to withstand, and the red-coats
+stagger away with broken ranks, leaving many dead and wounded on the
+ground.  Lord Percy is the coolest of all.  He urges the broken columns
+forward, and almost alone holds the place until the infantry, a hundred
+yards behind, come up.  Thereupon ensues one of those hand-to-hand
+encounters that are so rare in recent war, and that are the sorest test
+of valor and discipline.  Now rides forward Captain Waldemar, chief of
+the rangers and a half-breed Indian, who, seeing Percy, recognizes him
+as an officer and engages him in combat.  There is for a minute a clash
+of steel on steel; then the nobleman falls heavily to the earth--dead.
+His dream has come true.  That night the captain Waldemar seeks out the
+body of this officer, attracted by something in the memory of his look,
+and from his bosom takes the packet that was committed to his care.
+
+By lantern-light he reads, carelessly at first, then rapidly and
+eagerly, and at the close he looks long and earnestly at the dead man,
+and seems to brush away a tear.  Strange thing to do over the body of an
+enemy!  Why had fate decreed that they should be enemies?  For Waldemar
+is the half-brother of Percy.  His mother was the Indian girl that the
+earl, now passing his last days in England, had deceived with a
+pretended marriage, and the letters promise patronage to her son.  The
+half-breed digs a grave that night with his own hands and lays the form
+of his brother in it.
+
+
+
+
+                            SAVED BY THE BIBLE
+
+It was on the day after the battle of Germantown that Warner, who wore
+the blue, met his hated neighbor, the Tory Dabney, near that bloody
+field.
+
+By a common impulse the men fell upon each other with their knives, and
+Warner soon had his enemy in a position to give him the death-stroke,
+but Dabney began to bellow for quarter.  "My brother cried for quarter
+at Paoli," answered the other, "and you struck him to the heart."
+
+"I have a wife and child.  Spare me for their sakes."
+
+"My brother had a wife and two children.  Perhaps you would like to beg
+your life of them."
+
+Though made in mockery, this proposition was caught at so earnestly that
+Warner at length consented to take his adversary, firmly bound, to the
+house where the bereaved family was living.  The widow was reading the
+Bible to her children, but her grief was too fresh to gather comfort
+from it.  When Dabney was flung into the room he grovelled at her feet
+and begged piteously for mercy.  Her face did not soften, but there was
+a kind of contempt in the settled sadness of her tone as she said, "It
+shall be as God directs.  I will close this Bible, open it at chance,
+and when this boy shall put his finger at random on a line, by that you
+must live or die."
+
+The book was opened, and the child put his finger on a line: "That man
+shall die."
+
+Warner drew his knife and motioned his prisoner to the door.  He was
+going to lead him into the wood to offer him as a sacrifice to his
+brother's spirit.
+
+"No, no!"  shrieked the wretch.  "Give me one more chance; one more!
+Let the girl open the book."
+
+The woman coldly consents, and when the book is opened for the second
+time she reads, "Love your enemies."  There are no other words.  The
+knife is used, but it is to cut the prisoner's bonds, and he walks away
+with head hung down, never more to take arms against his countrymen.
+And glad are they all at this, when the husband is brought home--not
+dead, though left among the corpses at Paoli, but alive and certain of
+recovery, with such nursing as his wife will give him.  After tears of
+joy have been shed she tells him the story of the Bible judgment, and
+all the members of the family fall on their knees in thanksgiving that
+the blood of Dabney is not upon their heads.
+
+
+
+
+                       PARRICIDE OF THE WISSAHICKON
+
+Farmer Derwent and his four stout sons set off on an autumn night for
+the meeting of patriots at a house on the Wissahickon,--a meeting that
+bodes no good to the British encamped in Philadelphia, let the red-coats
+laugh as they will at the rag-tag and bob-tail that are joining the army
+of Mr. Washington in the wilds of the Skippack.  The farmer sighs as he
+thinks that his younger son alone should be missing from the company,
+and wonders for the thousandth time what has become of the boy.  They
+sit by a rock that juts into the road to trim their lantern, and while
+they talk together they are startled by an exclamation.  It is from
+Ellen, the adopted daughter of Derwent and the betrothed of his missing
+son.  On the night that the boy stole away from his father's house he
+asked her to meet him in this place in a year's time, and the year is up
+to-night.
+
+But it is not to meet him that she is hastening now: she has heard that
+the British have learned of the patriot gathering and will try to make
+prisoners of the company.  Even as she tells of this there is a sound to
+the southward: the column is on the march.  The farmer's eye blazes with
+rage and hate.  "Boys," he says, "yonder come those who intend to kill
+us.  Let them taste of their own warfare.  Stand here in the shadow and
+fire as they pass this rock."
+
+The troopers ride on, chuckling over their sure success, when there is a
+report of rifles and four of the red-coats are in the dust.  The
+survivors, though taken by surprise, prove their courage by halting to
+answer the volley, and one of them springs from his saddle, seizes
+Derwent, and plunges a knife into his throat.  The rebel falls.  His
+blood pools around him.  The British are successful, for two of the
+young men are bound and two of them have fallen, and there is a cheer of
+victory, but the trooper with the knife in his hand does not raise his
+voice.  He bends above the farmer as still as one dead, until his
+captain claps him on the shoulder.  As he rises, the prisoners start in
+wonder, for the face they see in the lantern-light is that of their
+brother, yet strange in its haggardness and its smear of blood on the
+cheek.  The girl runs from her hiding-place with a cry, but stands in
+horror when her foot touches the gory pool in the road.  The trooper
+opens his coat and offers her a locket.  It contains her picture, and he
+has worn it above his heart for a year, but she lets it fall and sinks
+down, moaning.  The soldier tears off his red coat, tramples it in the
+dust, then vaulting to his saddle he plunges into the river, fords it,
+and crashes through the underbrush on the other side.  In a few minutes
+he has reached the summit of a rock that rises nearly a hundred feet
+above the stream.  The horse halts at the edge, but on a fierce stab of
+the spur into his flank he takes the leap.  With a despairing yell the
+traitor and parricide goes into eternity.
+
+
+
+
+                       THE BLACKSMITH AT BRANDYWINE
+
+Terrible in the field at Brandywine was the figure of a man armed only
+with a hammer, who plunged into the ranks of the enemy, heedless of his
+own life, yet seeming to escape their shots and sabre cuts by magic, and
+with Thor strokes beat them to the earth.  But yesterday war had been to
+him a distant rumor, a thing as far from his cottage at Dilworth as if
+it had been in Europe, but he had revolted at a plot that he had
+overheard to capture Washington and had warned the general.  In revenge
+the Tories had burned his cottage, and his wife and baby had perished in
+the flames.  All day he had sat beside the smoking ruins, unable to
+weep, unable to think, unable almost to suffer, except dumbly, for as
+yet he could not understand it.  But when the drums were heard they
+roused the tiger in him, and gaunt with sleeplessness and hunger he
+joined his countrymen and ranged like Ajax on the field.  Every cry for
+quarter was in vain: to every such appeal he had but one reply, his
+wife's name--Mary.
+
+Near the end of the fight he lay beside the road, his leg broken, his
+flesh torn, his life ebbing from a dozen wounds.  A wagoner, hasting to
+join the American retreat, paused to give him drink.  "I've only five
+minutes more of life in me," said the smith.  "Can you lift me into that
+tree and put a rifle in my hands?"  The powerful teamster raised him to
+the crotch of an oak, and gave him the rifle and ammunition that a dying
+soldier had dropped there.  A band of red-coats came running down the
+road, chasing some farmers.  The blacksmith took careful aim; there was
+a report, and the leader of the band fell dead.  A pause; again a report
+rang out, and a trooper sprawled upon the ground.  The marksman had been
+seen, and a lieutenant was urging his men to hurry on and cut him down.
+There was a third report, and the lieutenant reeled forward into the
+road, bleeding and cursing.  "That's for Mary," gasped the blacksmith.
+The rifle dropped from his hands, and he, too, sank lifeless against the
+boughs.
+
+
+
+
+                              FATHER AND SON
+
+It was three soldiers, escaping from the rout of Braddock's forces, who
+caught the alleged betrayer of their general and put him to the death.
+They threw his purse of ill-gotten louis d'or into the river, and sent
+him swinging from the edge of a ravine, with a vine about his neck and a
+placard on his breast.  And so they left him.
+
+Twenty years pass, and the war-fires burn more fiercely in the vales of
+Pennsylvania, but, too old to fight, the schoolmaster sits at his door
+near Chad's Ford and smokes and broods upon the past.  He thinks of the
+time when he marched with Washington, when with two wounded comrades he
+returned along the lonely trail; then comes the vision of a blackening
+face, and he rises and wipes his brow.  "It was right," he mutters.
+"He sent a thousand of his brothers to their deaths."
+
+Gilbert Gates comes that evening to see the old man's daughter: a
+smooth, polite young fellow, but Mayland cannot like him, and after some
+short talk he leaves him, pleading years and rheumatism, and goes to
+bed.  But not to sleep; for toward ten o'clock his daughter goes to him
+and urges him to fly, for men are gathering near the house--Tories, she
+is sure,--and they mean no good.  Laughing at her fears, but willing to
+relieve her anxiety, the old man slips into his clothes, goes into the
+cellar, and thence starts for the barn, while the girl remains for a few
+minutes to hide the silver.
+
+He does not go far before Gates is at his elbow with the whispered
+words, "Into the stack-quick.  They are after you."  Mayland hesitates
+with distrust, but the appearance of men with torches leaves no time for
+talk.  With Gilbert's help he crawls deep into the straw and is covered
+up.  Presently a rough voice asks which way he has gone.  Gilbert
+replies that he has gone to the wood, but there is no need for getting
+into a passion, and that on no account would it be advisable to fire the
+stack.  "Won't we though?"  cries one of the party.  "We'll burn the
+rebel out of house and home," and thrusting his torch into the straw it
+is ablaze in an instant.  The crowd hurries away toward the wood, and
+does not hear the stifled groan that comes out of the middle of the
+fire.  Gates takes a paper from his pocket, and, after reading it for
+the last time, flings it upon the flame.  It bears the inscription,
+"Isaac Gates, Traitor and Spy, hung by three soldiers of his majesty's
+army.  Isaac Mayland."
+
+From his moody contemplation he rouses with a start, for Mayland's
+daughter is there.  Her eyes are bent on a distorted thing that lies
+among the embers, and in the dying light of the flames it seems to move.
+She studies it close, then with a cry of pain and terror she falls upon
+the hot earth, and her senses go out, not to be regained in woful years.
+With head low bowed, Gilbert Gates trudges away.  In the fight at
+Brandywine next day, Black Samson, a giant negro, armed with a scythe,
+sweeps his way through the red ranks like a sable figure of Time.
+Mayland had taught him; his daughter had given him food.  It is to
+avenge them that he is fighting.  In the height of the conflict he
+enters the American ranks leading a prisoner--Gilbert Gates.  The young
+man is pale, stern, and silent.  His deed is known, he is a spy as well
+as a traitor, but he asks no mercy.  It is rumored that next day he
+alone, of the prisoners, was led to a wood and lashed by arms and legs
+to a couple of hickory trees that had been bent by a prodigious effort
+and tied together by their tops.  The lashing was cut by a rifle-ball,
+the trees regained their straight position with a snap like whips, and
+that was the way Gilbert Gates came to his end.
+
+
+
+
+                           THE ENVY OF MANITOU
+
+Behind the mountains that gloom about the romantic village of Mauch
+Chunk, Pennsylvania, was once a lake of clear, bright water, its winding
+loops and bays extending back for several miles.  On one of its
+prettiest bits of shore stood a village of the Leni Lenape, and largest
+of its wigwams, most richly pictured without, most luxurious in its
+couching of furs within, was that of the young chief, Onoko.  This
+Indian was a man of great size, strength, and daring.  Single-handed he
+had slain the bear on Mauch Chunk [Bear Mountain], and it was no wonder
+that Wenonah, the fairest of her tribe, was flattered when he sued for
+her hand, and promptly consented to be his wife.  It was Onoko's fortune
+in war, the chase, and love that roused the envy of Mitche Manitou.
+
+One day, as the couple were floating in their shallop of bark on the
+calm lake, idly enjoying the sunshine and saying pretty things to each
+other, the Manitou arose among the mountains.  Terrible was his aspect,
+for the scowl of hatred was on his face, thunder crashed about his head,
+and fire snapped from his eyes.  Covering his right hand with his
+invincible magic mitten, he dealt a blow on the hills that made the
+earth shake, and rived them to a depth of a thousand feet.  Through the
+chasm thus created the lake poured a foaming deluge, and borne with it
+was the canoe of Onoko and Wenonah.  One glance at the wrathful face in
+the clouds above them and they knew that escape was hopeless, so,
+clasping each other in a close embrace, they were whirled away to death.
+Manitou strode away moodily among the hills, and ever since that time
+the Lehigh has rolled through the chasm that he made.  The memory of
+Onoko is preserved in the name of a glen and cascade a short distance
+above Mauch Chunk.
+
+It is not well to be too happy in this world.  It rouses the envy of the
+gods.
+
+
+
+
+THE LAST REVEL IN PRINTZ HALL
+
+"Young man, I'll give thee five dollars a week to be care-taker in
+Printz Hall," said Quaker Quidd to fiddler Matthews, on an autumn
+evening.
+
+Young Matthews had just been taunting the old gentleman with being
+afraid to sleep on his own domain, and as the eyes of all the tavern
+loungers were on him he could hardly decline so flattering a
+proposition, so, after some hemming and hawing, he said he would take
+the Quaker at his word.  He played but two or three more tunes that
+evening, did Peter Matthews, and played them rather sadly; then, as
+Quidd had finished his mulled cider and departed, he took his homeward
+way in thoughtful mood.  Printz Hall stood in a lonely, weed-grown
+garden near Chester, Pennsylvania, and thither repaired Peter, as next
+day's twilight shut down, with a mattress, blanket, comestibles, his
+beloved fiddle, and a flask of whiskey.  Ensconcing himself in the room
+that was least depressing in appearance he stuffed rags into the vacant
+panes, lighted a candle, started a blaze in the fireplace, and ate his
+supper.
+
+"Not so bad a place, after all," mumbled Peter, as he warmed himself at
+the fire and the flask; then, taking out his violin, he began to play.
+The echo of his music emphasized the emptiness of the house, the damp
+got into the strings so that they sounded tubby, and there were
+unintentional quavers in the melody whenever the trees swung against the
+windows and splashed them with rain, or when a distant shutter fell a-
+creaking.  Finally, he stirred the fire, bolted the door, snuffed his
+candle, took a courageous pull at the liquor, flung off his coat and
+shoes, rolled his blanket around him, stretched himself on the mattress,
+and fell asleep.  He was awakened by--well, he could not say what,
+exactly, only he became suddenly as wide awake as ever he had been in
+his life, and listened for some sound that he knew was going to come out
+of the roar of the wind and the slamming, grating, and whistling about
+the house.  Yes, there it was: a tread and a clank on the stair.  The
+door, so tightly bolted, flew open, and there entered a dark figure with
+steeple-crowned hat, cloak, jack-boots, sword, and corselet.  The
+terrified fiddler wanted to howl, but his voice was gone.  "I am Peter
+Printz, governor-general of his Swedish Majesty's American colonies, and
+builder of this house," said the figure.  "'Tis the night of the
+autumnal equinox, when my friends meet here for revel.  Take thy fiddle
+and come.  Play, but speak not."
+
+And whether he wished or no, Peter was drawn to follow the figure, which
+he could make out by the phosphor gleam of it.  Down-stairs they went,
+doors swinging open before them, and along corridors that clanged to the
+stroke of the spectre's boot heels.  Now they came to the ancient
+reception-room, and as they entered it Peter was dazzled.  The floor was
+smooth with wax, logs snapped in the fireplace, though the flame was
+somewhat blue, the old hangings and portraits looked fresh, and in the
+light of wax candles a hundred people, in the brave array of old times,
+walked, courtesied, and seemed to laugh and talk together.  As the
+fiddler appeared, every eye was turned on him in a disquieting way, and
+when he addressed himself to his bottle, from every throat came a hollow
+laugh.  Finding his way to a chair he sank into it and put his
+instrument in position.  At the first note the couples took hands, and
+as he struck into a jig they began to circle swiftly, leaping wondrous
+high.
+
+Faster went the music, for the whiskey was at work in Peter's noddle,
+and wilder grew the dance.  It was as if the storm had come in through
+the windows and was blowing these people hither and yon, around and
+around.  The fiddler vaguely wondered at himself, for he had never
+played so well, though he had never heard the tune before.  Now loomed
+Governor Printz in the middle of the room, and extending his hand he
+ordered the dance to cease.  "Thou bast played well, fiddler," he said,
+"and shalt be paid."  Then, at his signal, came two negro men tugging at
+a strong box that Printz unlocked.  It was filled with gold pieces.
+"Hold thy fiddle bag," commanded the governor, and Peter did so,
+watching, open mouthed, the transfer of a double handful of treasure
+from box to sack.  Another such handful followed, and another.  At the
+fourth Peter could no longer contain himself.  He forgot the injunction
+not to speak, and shouted gleefully, "Lord Harry!  Here's luck!"
+
+There was a shriek of demon laughter, the scene was lost in darkness,
+and Peter fell insensible.  In the morning a tavern-haunting friend,
+anxious to know if Peter had met with any adventure, entered the house
+and went cautiously from room to room, calling on the watcher to show
+himself.  There was no response.  At last he stumbled on the whiskey
+bottle, empty, and knew that Peter must be near.  Sure enough, there he
+lay in the great room, with dust and mould thick on everything, and his
+fiddle smashed into a thousand pieces.  Peter on being awakened looked
+ruefully about him, then sprang up and eagerly demanded his money.
+"What money?"  asked his friend.  The fiddler clutched at his green bag,
+opened it, shook it; there was nothing.  Nor was there any delay in
+Peter's exit from that mansion, and when, twenty-four hours after, the
+house went up in flames, he averred that the ghosts had set it afire,
+and that he knew where they brought their coals from.
+
+
+
+
+                              THE TWO RINGS
+
+Gabrielle de St. Pierre, daughter of the commandant of Fort Le Boeuf,
+now--Waterford, Pennsylvania, that the French had setup on the Ohio
+River, was Parisian by birth and training, but American by choice, for
+she had enjoyed on this lonesome frontier a freedom equal to that of the
+big-handed, red-faced half-breeds, and she was as wild as an Indian in
+her sports.  Returning from a hunt, one day, she saw three men advancing
+along the trail, and, as it was easy to see that they were not
+Frenchmen, her guide slipped an arrow to the cord and discharged it;
+but Gabrielle was as quick as he, for she struck the missile as it was
+leaving the bow and it quivered harmlessly into a beech.  The younger of
+the men who were advancing--he was Harry Fairfax, of Virginia--said to
+his chief, "Another escape for you, George.  Heaven sent one of its
+angels to avert that stroke."
+
+Washington, for it was he, answered lightly, and, as no other hostile
+demonstrations were made, the new-comers pressed on to the fort, where
+St. Pierre received them cordially, though he knew that their errand was
+to claim his land on behalf of the English and urge the French to retire
+to the southwest.  The days that were spent in futile negotiation passed
+all too swiftly for Fairfax, for he had fallen in love with Gabrielle.
+She would not consent to a betrothal until time had tried his affection,
+but as a token of friendship she gave him a stone circlet of Indian
+manufacture, and received in exchange a ring that had been worn by the
+mother of Fairfax.
+
+After the diplomats had returned the English resolved to enforce their
+demand with arms, and Fairfax was one of the first to be despatched to
+the front.
+
+Early in the campaign his company engaged the enemy near the Ohio River,
+and in the heat of battle he had time to note and wonder at the strange
+conduct of one of the French officers, a mere stripling, who seemed more
+concerned to check the fire of his men than to secure any advantage in
+the fight.  Presently the French gave way, and with a cheer the English
+ran forward to claim the field, the ruder spirits among them at once
+beginning to plunder the wounded.  A cry for quarter drew Fairfax with a
+bound to the place whence it came, and, dashing aside a pilfering
+soldier, he bent above a slight form that lay extended on the earth: the
+young officer whose strange conduct had so surprised him.  In another
+moment he recognized his mother's ring on one of the slender hands.  It
+was Gabrielle.  Her father had perished in the fight, but she had saved
+her lover.
+
+In due time she went with her affianced to his home in Williamsburg,
+Virginia, and became mistress of the Fairfax mansion.  But she never
+liked the English, as a people, and when, in later years, two sturdy
+sons of hers asked leave to join the Continental army, she readily
+consented.
+
+
+
+
+                      FLAME SCALPS OF THE CHARTIERS
+
+Before Pittsburg had become worthy to be called a settlement, a white
+man rowed his boat to the mouth of Chartiers creek, near that present
+city.  He was seeking a place in which to make his home, and a little
+way up-stream, where were timber, water, and a southern slope, he marked
+a "tomahawk claim," and set about clearing the land.  Next year his
+wife, two children, and his brother came to occupy the cabin he had
+built, and for a long time all went happily, but on returning from a
+long hunt the brothers found the little house in ashes and the charred
+remains of its occupants in the ruins.  Though nearly crazed by this
+catastrophe they knew that their own lives were in hourly peril, and
+they wished to live until they could punish the savages for this crime.
+After burying the bodies, they started east across the hills, leaving a
+letter on birch bark in a cleft stick at the mouth of Chartiers creek,
+in which the tragedy was recounted.
+
+This letter was afterward found by trappers.  The men themselves were
+never heard from, and it is believed that they, too, fell at the hands
+of the Indians.  Old settlers used to affirm that on summer nights the
+cries of the murdered innocents could be heard in the little valley
+where the cabin stood, and when storms were coming up these cries were
+often blended with the yells of savages.  More impressive are the death
+lights--the will-o'-the-wisps--that wander over the scene of the
+tragedy, and up and down the neighboring slopes.  These apparitions are
+said to be the spirits of husband and wife seeking each other, or going
+together in search of their children; but some declare that in their
+upward streaming rays it can readily be seen that they are the scalps of
+the slain.  Two of them have a golden hue, and these are the scalps of
+the children.  From beneath them drops of red seem to distil on the
+grass and are found to have bedewed the flowers on the following
+morning.
+
+
+
+
+                      THE CONSECRATION OF WASHINGTON
+
+In 1773 some of the Pietist monks were still living in their rude
+monastery whose ruins are visible on the banks of the Wissahickon.
+Chief among these mystics was an old man who might have enjoyed the
+wealth and distinction warranted by a title had he chosen to remain in
+Germany, but he had forsworn vanities, and had come to the new world to
+pray, to rear his children, and to live a simple life.  Some said he was
+an alchemist, and many believed him to be a prophet.  The infrequent
+wanderer beside the romantic river had seen lights burning in the window
+of his cell and had heard the solemn sound of song and prayer.  On a
+winter night, when snow lay untrodden about the building and a sharp air
+stirred in the trees with a sound like harps, the old man sat in a large
+room of the place, with his son and daughter, waiting.  For a prophecy
+had run that on that night, at the third hour of morning, the Deliverer
+would present himself.  In a dream was heard a voice, saying, "I will
+send a deliverer to the new world who shall save my people from bondage,
+as my Son saved them from spiritual death."  The night wore on in prayer
+and meditation, and the hours tolled heavily across the frozen
+wilderness, but, at the stroke of three, steps were heard in the snow
+and the door swung open.  The man who entered was of great stature, with
+a calm, strong face, a powerful frame, and a manner of dignity and
+grace.
+
+"Friends, I have lost my way," said he.  "Can you direct me?"
+
+The old man started up in a kind of rapture.  "You have not lost your
+way," he cried, "but found it.  You are called to a great mission.
+Kneel at this altar and receive it."
+
+The stranger looked at the man in surprise and a doubt passed over his
+face.  "Nay, I am not mad," urged the recluse, with a slight smile.
+"Listen: to-night, disturbed for the future of your country, and unable
+to sleep, you mounted horse and rode into the night air to think on the
+question that cannot be kept out of your mind, Is it lawful for the
+subject to draw sword against his king?  The horse wandered, you knew
+and cared not whither, until he brought you here."
+
+"How do you know this?" asked the stranger, in amazement.
+
+"Be not surprised, but kneel while I anoint thee deliverer of this
+land."
+
+Moved and impressed, the man bowed his knee before one of his fellows
+for the first time in his life.  The monk touched his finger with oil,
+and laying it on the brow of the stranger said, "Do you promise, when
+the hour shall strike, to take the sword in defence of your country?  Do
+you promise, when you shall see your soldiers suffer for bread and fire,
+and when the people you have led to victory shall bow before you, to
+remember that you are but the minister of God in the work of a nation's
+freedom?"
+
+With a new light burning in his eyes, the stranger bent his head.
+
+"Then, in His name, I consecrate thee deliverer of this oppressed
+people.  When the time comes, go forth to victory, for, as you are
+faithful, be sure that God will grant it.  Wear no crown, but the
+blessings and honor of a free people, save this."  As he finished, his
+daughter, a girl of seventeen, came forward and put a wreath of laurel
+on the brow of the kneeling man.  "Rise," continued the prophet, "and
+take my hand, which I have never before offered to any man, and accept
+my promise to be faithful to you and to this country, even if it cost my
+life."
+
+As he arose, the son of the priest stepped to him and girt a sword upon
+his hip, and the old man held up his hands in solemn benediction.  The
+stranger laid his hand on the book that stood open on the altar and
+kissed the hilt of his sword.  "I will keep the faith," said he.  At
+dawn he went his way again, and no one knew his name, but when the fires
+of battle lighted the western world America looked to him for its
+deliverance from tyranny.  Years later it was this spot that he
+revisited, alone, to pray, and here Sir William Howe offered to him,
+in the name of his king, the title of regent of America.  He took the
+parchment and ground it into a rag in the earth at his feet.  For this
+was Washington.
+
+
+
+                                  MARION
+
+Blooming and maidenly, though she dressed in leather and used a rifle
+like a man, was Marion, grand-daughter of old Abraham, who counted his
+years as ninety, and who for many of those years had lived with his
+books in the tidy cabin where the Youghiogheny and Monongahela come
+together.  This place stood near the trail along which Braddock marched
+to his defeat, and it was one of the stragglers from this command, a
+bony half-breed with red hair, called Red Wolf, that knocked at the door
+and asked for water.  Seeing no one but Marion he ventured in, and would
+have tried not only to make free with the contents of the little house
+but would have kissed the girl as well, only that she seized her rifle
+and held him at bay.  Still, the fellow would have braved a shot, had
+not a young officer in a silver-laced uniform glanced through the open
+door in passing and discovered the situation.  He doffed his chapeau to
+Marion, then said sternly to the rogue, "Retire.  Your men are waiting
+for you."  Red Wolf slunk away, and Washington, for it was he, begged
+that he might rest for a little time under the roof.
+
+This request was gladly complied with, both by the girl and by her
+grandfather, who presently appeared, and the fever that threatened the
+young soldier was averted by a day of careful nursing.  Marion's innate
+refinement, her gentleness, her vivacity, could not fail to interest
+Washington, and the vision of her face was with him for many a day.  He
+promised to return, then he rode forward and caught up with the troops.
+He survived the battle in which seven hundred of his comrades were shot
+or tomahawked and scalped.  One Indian fired at him eleven times, and
+five of the bullets scratched him; after that the savage forbore,
+believing that the officer was under Manitou's protection.  When the
+retreating column approached the place where Marion lived he hastened on
+in advance to see her.  The cabin was in ashes.  He called, but there
+was no answer.  When he turned away, with sad and thoughtful mien, a
+brown tress was wrapped around his finger, and in his cabinet he kept it
+until his death, folded in a paper marked "Marion, July 11, 1755."
+
+
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