David Wooster's
As
David had predicted, he and his comrades
were received at his father's with cordiality.
Mr. Wooster was that morning engaged in
threshing in his barn, accompanied by William Seeley,
who was often employed by him as a help on his farm.
Seeley, as before stated, had offered to join in the expedition,
but for the reasons stated he had been refused.
Notwithstanding this, he was ready to congratulate
them on their safe return, and impatient to
learn the particulars of the affair. Two or three remained
a few moments in conversation with him, while
the remainder, with their captive, passed on with Mr.
Wooster to the house.
It was one of those large, old-fashioned mansions,
of which a few remain to this day, capacious enough
to meet the wants of the patriarchal households of those
times, and to afford room for the spinning and weaving,
the brewing and baking, and dairying
connected
with an extensive farm. It was situated on the eastern
side of a broad, deep ravine, through which runs
a small tributary of the Longmeadow Brook, upon the
road leading from Gunntown to what is now Middlebury.
Underneath the house was a large basement
kitchen, and a cellar, divided into several compartments
for storing fruits and vegetables, and the long
rows of cider casks, large and small, supposed in those
days to be as indispensable as the beef and pork barrels
to the sustenance and comfort of the family
through the winter.
Behind the big stone chimney, in the space between
it and the outer wall of the basement, was a small
apartment, originally designed as a dairy-room, containing
a deep well, which supplied water to the rooms
above by buckets suspended from the ceiling and descending
through both floors. A dim light was admitted
by a few panes of glass in the outer wall. This room
was separated from the other parts of the basement
by brick partitions, and entered only by a door opening
outward into the fruit and cider cellar, which in
its turn was entered from the kitchen. It had a stone
floor, and was evidently constructed for the purpose
of being kept cool and dark, for the storage of the
milk, butter, and cheese of the dairy. I may add
that in all essential respects it remains the same to
this
day, except that the well is now covered, and the
room appears only as one of the ordinary apartments
of the old cellar.
Mr. Wooster, having been apprised by the early
visit of his son of the coming of the party, and not
wishing to expose them to the notice of his numerous
family, or of any chance caller or passer-by, had built
for them a fire in this large basement kitchen, to
which he now conducted them, entering by a back
outside door. The aspect of the room under the ruddy
glow was most welcome, and they gathered around the
huge fireplace with great satisfaction. The day was
cold; the sky, which, though clear in the morning,
now began to be overcast with heavy clouds, and the
damp chill atmosphere betokening a heavy storm.
At David's request, Seeley was dispatched with an
ox-team and sled to bring their bundles from Mr.
Gunn's barn. This was accomplished without difficulty,
a quantity of hay being thrown over them, under
which they were effectually concealed from notice.
Though Mr. Wooster's guests now felt themselves
measurably safe, they were far from being at ease.
The presence of the captive was a restraint upon them
all. He knew nothing as yet, beyond his vague suspicions,
of the business in which they had been engaged,
and they wished, of course, to keep him in ignorance
as long as possible. At length David bethought himself
of the dairy-room behind the chimney, at that season
of the year little used, as a place at once secure
and remote from hearing; and at his suggestion,
Chauncey was sent in thither, a stool being given him
to sit on, and the big oaken latch of the door fastened
on the outside, so that it could not be raised by the
string from within. It was an admirable place of detention,
where, without being subjected to personal
violence, he could be kept with absolute security.
Feeling now free to converse, the story of their
expedition,
so far as they chose to give it, was related to
their host, and their packs having arrived, they were
opened to show the booty they had obtained. David,
disregarding prudential considerations, ran up stairs
to show it to his mother. The rich goods –
silks, linens, laces, etc., – elicited much admiration,
and were freely distributed between Mrs. Wooster and
her daughters. There seemed to be no misgiving on
their part as to the mode in which they had been obtained.
Dayton, they all said, had been a thief himself,
and if he now lost his goods in the same way he
got them, it served him right. No doubt he would
make up the loss in the next piratical cruise, and
more too.
It was now noon, and dinner was prepared for the
party in the basement. Mr. Wooster brought out,
from the old-fashioned buffet in the corner of
the front room, a square bottle of West India rum – good
old Jameeky, he assured them, – to which all helped
themselves liberally, drinking healths to his majesty
King George and his good cause, and confusion to all
whigs, rebels and traitors, Congress and Washington
included. The good cheer of the table, the genial
warmth of the fire, and the success thus far attending
their expedition, combined to elevate their spirits, and
make them forget for the moment the critical circumstances
in which they were placed. Mr. Wooster sent
an ample plate of food to the young man in confinement,
and even added a glass of liquor, but the poor
lad's heart was too heavy for an appetite, and the refreshment
was left untasted.
The hour soon passed, and the question returned to
them, with renewed force, what they should do next,
and especially what disposition they could make of
their prisoner. Contrary to all their intentions, it was
evident that they could not long remain in Gunntown.
Chauncey's disappearance would alarm the neighborhood,
to say nothing of a pursuit from Bethany.
Again and again did they curse their luck in meeting
him that morning, and their still greater folly, as they
now saw it, of meddling with him at all. Better have
run the risk of letting him go at the time, when the
most he could have said would have been that he had met a
company of unknown men, – for they could have easily
concealed their faces so as not to be recognized, –
than to dismiss him now, after he had learned who
they were. And yet this, on the whole, seemed
the best thing for them now to do. He might easily
be detained where he was for a day or two, till they
should have time to reach Derby, and be safe beyond
pursuit.
This suggestion, however, was at once negatived by
Mr. Wooster. It might, he said, do for them, but it
would be fatal to him and his family. He had done
enough already to bring down upon him the vengeance
of the rebel laws, both as an accomplice with
burglars, and as privy to and a helper of their intended
flight to the British lines, which the legislature had
made a felony. No; they must take the lad with
them, and put it out of his power to testify against
them. Some time after all these things should be settled
by the ending of the war, he might, if he was still
alive, be permitted to return home.
Those considerations prevailed, and the idea of
releasing
Chauncey was abandoned. Graham, however,
was not satisfied. He had nothing to fear from the
release, for he expected soon to be out of the reach of
the rebels, any way, but he greatly disliked the
thought of taking the lad with them. He would be a
restraint and an annoyance in their movements,
and a constant source of danger. All the goods that
Dayton had would be easier to carry than this one tell-tale
Yankee boy.
At length, during the temporary absence of their
host from the room, Graham, in a low voice, but with
a tone betokening both disgust and impatience, exclaimed
vehemently,–
Well, men, I have made up my mind, and you
can do as you like. When you agreed to join in this
affair, I thought I was enlisting men and not a set of
white-livered cowards and sneaks. Here we are shivering
in the wind because we are afraid that boy will
go and tell of us, when a single click from one of your
old queen's arms would settle the matter forever.
Who and what is he, I should like to know, that we
should hesitate to shoot him, as we would any other
rebel engaged in this war? Now, it an't of any use
to play the fool any longer. It's got to be done! If
you are too soft-hearted to join me, I'll do it myself
without your help, and if you won't consent to this,
I'll leave you and clear for the island as quick as I
can go; and if you ever show your heads there, – as
you've got to, for you can't stay here, – you may find
a reception that you won't altogether fancy.
A resolute man exerts an influence upon others
greater than the intrinsic weight of his words.
Graham was such a man, and when thoroughly in
earnest, rarely failed of carrying his point. He was older
than most under his leadership – perhaps
forty-five. A native of Ireland, he had resided before
the war in the south, where he first joined the American troops
under General Moultrie. He was daring
and ambitions and eagerly sought promotion in the
army, to which his talents and services, as he thought,
justly entitled him. At the same time he was jealous
and easy to take offense; and having on one occasion
failed to receive the meed of advancement which he
coveted, in a fit of anger he foreswore the patriot
cause, deserted to the British, by whom he was
transferred to the army at New York, where he received
a lieutenant's commission, and, as we have
seen, was employed in the recruiting service on Long
Island, and in the vicinity.
He was a man of some address, and from his age
and experience, as well as from his military rank,
which was held in great honor in those days, he commanded,
for the most part, the ready deference of
those under him. So now his forcible statement of
the necessity of the act proposed, together with his
taunts and threats, began at last to work conviction in
the minds of his present comrades. Several, indeed,
persisted in opposition, but this only made him the
more determined. He jeered at their scruples, he ridiculed
their soft-heartedness, as he called it, declaring
they were milk-sops and jelly-bags, with numerous
other epithets far from complimentary, and set off
with expletives of the choicest Satanic vocabulary, till
at last, silenced, if not convinced, they desisted from
their opposition, and yielded their assent to his proposal.
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