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To tell the truth, Phineas had been a hearty, two-fisted back-woodsman, a vig- orous hunter, and a dead shot at a buck; but having wooed a pretty Quakeress, had been moved by the power of her charms to join the society in his neighbor- hood; and though he was an honest, sober, and efficient member, and nothing par- ticular could be alleged against him, yet the more spiritual among them could not but discern an exceeding lack of savor in his developments. “Friend Phineas will ever have ways of his own,” said Rachel Halliday, smil- ing; “but we all think that his heart is in the right place, after all.” “Well,” said George, “isn’t it best that we hasten our flight?” “I got up at four o’clock, and came on with all speed, full two or three hours ahead of them, if they start at the time they planned. It isn’t safe to start till dark, at any rate; for there are some evil persons in the villages ahead, that might be dis- posed to meddle with us, if they saw our wagon, and that would delay us more than the waiting; but in two hours I think we may venture. I will go over to Mi- chael Cross, and engage him to come behind on his swift nag, and keep a bright lookout on the road, and warn us if any company of men come on. Michael keeps a horse that can soon get ahead of most other horses; and he could shoot ahead and let us know, if there were any danger. I am going out now to warn Jim and the old woman to be in readiness, and to see about the horse. We have a pretty fair start, and stand a good chance to get to the stand before they can come up with us. So, have good courage, friend George; this isn’t the first ugly scrape that I’ve been in with thy people,” said Phineas, as he closed the door. |
