The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish by James Fenimore Cooper
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the long winter evenings.
Content crossed the court with a quick step; for, notwithstanding his steady unbelief, the image of his gentle wife posted on her outer watch hurried his movements. The rap he gave at the door, on reaching the apartment of those he sought, was loud as it was sudden. "Who calls?" demanded a deep-toned and firm voice from within, at the first blow of the knuckles on the plank. "Quit thy beds quickly, and come forth with the arms appointed for a sally." "That is soon done," answered a stout woodsman, throwing open the door and standing before Content in the garments he had worn throughout the day. "We were just dreaming that the night was not to pass without a summons to the loops." "Hast seen aught?" "Our eyes were not shut, more than those of others; we saw him enter that no man hath seen depart." "Come, fellow; Whittal Ring would scarce give wiser speech than this cunning reply of thine. My wife is at the postern, and it is fit we go to relieve her watch. Thou wilt not forget the horns of powder, since it would not tell to our credit, were there service for the pieces, and we lacking in wherewithal to give them a second discharge." The hirelings obeyed, and, as little time was necessary to arm those who |
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