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Nick of the Woods

CHAPTER XXVIII
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The night was brilliantly clear, the stars shining with an excess of lustre, with which Nathan would perhaps, at that moment, have gladly dispensed, since it was by no means favourable to the achievement he was now so daringly attempting.

Fortunately, however, the Indian village lay, for the most part, in the shadow of the hill, itself covered with majestic maples and tulip-trees, that rose in dark and solemn masses above it, and thus offered the concealment denied in the more open parts of the valley.

With Ralph still at his side, he crept round the projecting corner of the hill, and, shrouded in its gloom, drew nigh the village, wherein might be still occasionally heard the halloo of a drunken savage, followed by an uproarious chorus of barking and howling curs.
Whether it was that these sounds, or some gloomy forebodings of his own, awoke the anxieties of Nathan, he did not deign to reveal; but, by and by, having arrived within but a few paces of a wretched pile of skins and boughs, the dwelling of some equally wretched and improvident barbarian, he came to a sudden halt, and withdrawing the captain of horse-thieves aside from the path, addressed him in the following terms:-- "Thee says, friend, thee has taken horses from this very Village, and that thee knows it well ?" "As well," replied Ralph, "as I know the step-mothers on my own thumbs and fingers,--I do, 'tarnal death to me,--that is to say, all the parts, injacent and outjacent, circum-surrounding the boss-stamp; for thar's the place of my visiting.

The way to fetch it, old boy, is jist to fetch round this h'yar old skin-pot, whar thar's a whole bee's-nest of young papooses, the size of bull-toads,--from that, up--( I know it, 'cause how, I heerd 'em squallin'; and thar war some one a lickin' 'em); or, if you don't favour taking it so close to the skirmudgeons, then you must claw up the knob h'yar, and then take and take the shoot, till you fetch right among the hosses, whar you h'ar them whinnying down the holler; and thar--" "Friend," said Nathan, cutting him short, "it is on _thee_ doings, more than on them of any others, that the hopes of the maid Edith--" "Call her anngelliferous madam," said Ralph, "for I can't stand any feller being familiar with her,--I can't, no how." "Well, friend," said Nathan, "it is on thee doings that her escaping the Shawnee villains this night depends.

If thee does well, it may be we shall both discover and carry her safe away from captivation: if thee acts as a foolish imprudent man,--and, truly, friend, I have my fears of thee,--thee will both fail to help her theeself, and prevent others doing it, who, it may be, has the power." "Old boy," said the captain of horse-thieves, with something like a gulp of emotion, "you ar'n't respectable to a feller's feelings.


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