CHAPTER XIX. No longer then perplex the breast When thoughts torment, the first are best; LAPLAND Love Song. WHILE his comrades were sleeping, in perfect forgetfulness of their hardships and dangers, the slumbers of Dunwoodie were broken and unquiet. After spending a night of restlessness, he arose, unrefreshed, from the rude bed where he had thrown himself in his clothes, and, without awaking any of the group around him, he wandered into the open air in search of relief. The soft rays of the moon were just passing away in the more distinct light of the morning; the wind had fallen, and the rising mists gave the promise of another of those autumnal days, which, in this unstable climate, succeed a tempest with the rapid transitions of magic. The hour had not yet arrived when he intended moving from his present position; and, willing to allow his warriors all the refreshment that circumstances would permit, he strolled towards the scene of the Skinners' punishment, musing upon the embarrassments of his situation, and uncertain how he should reconcile his sense of duty with his love. Although Dunwoodie himself placed the most implicit reliance on the captain's purity of intention, he was by no means assured that a board of officers would be equally credulous; and, independently of all feelings of private regard, he felt certain that with the execution of Henry would be destroyed all hopes of a union with his sister. He had dispatched an officer, the preceding evening, to Colonel Singleton, who was in command of the advance posts, reporting the capture of th British captain, and, after giving his own opinion of his innocence, requesting orders as to the man ner in which he was to dispose of his prisoner. These orders might be expected, every hour, and his uneasiness increased, in proportion as the moment approached when his friend might be removed from his protection. In this disturbed state of mind, the major wandered through the orchard, and was stopped in his walk by arriving at the base of those rocks which had protected the Skinners iu their flight, before he was conscious whither his steps had carried him. He was about to turn, and retrace his path to his quarters, when he was startled by a voice, bidding him "Stand or die!" Dunwoodie turned in amazement, and beheld the figure of a man placed at a little distance above him on a shelving rock, with a musket leveled at himself. The light was not yet sufficiently powerful to reach the recesses of that gloomy spot, and a second look was necessary before he discovered, to his astonishment, that the pedler stood Defore him. Comprehending, in an instant, the danger of his situation, and disdaining to implore mercy or to retreat, had the latter been possible, the youth cried firmly,"If I am to be murdered, fire! your prisoner." I will never become "No, Major Dunwoodie," said Birch, lowering his mus. ket, "it is neither my intention to capture nor to slay." "What then would you have, mysterious being?" said Dunwoodie, hardly able to persuade himself that the form he saw was not a creature of the imagination. "Your good opinion," answered the pedler, with emotion; "I would wish all good men to judge me with lenity." "To you it must be indifferent what may be the judgment of men; for you seem to be beyond the reach of their sentence." "Gud spares the lives of his servants to his own time," said the pedler, solemnly: "a few hours ago I was your prisoner, and threatened with the gallows; now you are mine; but, Major Dunwoodie, you are free. There are men abroad who would treat you less kindly. Of what service would that sword be to you against my weapon and a steady hand? Take the advice of one who has never harmed you, and who never will. Do not trust yourself in the skirts of any wood, unless in company and mounted." "And have you comrades, who have assisted you to escape, and who are less generous than yourself?" "No no, I am alone truly - none know me but my God and him." "And who?" asked the major, with an interest be could not control. "None," continued the pedler, recovering his composure. "But such is not your case, Major Dunwoodie; you are young and happy; there are those that are dear to you, and such are not far away-danger is near them you love most danger within and without- double your watchfulness-strengthen your patrols—and be silent. With your opinion of me, should I tell you more, you would suspect an ambush. But remember and guard them you love best." The pedler discharged the musket in the air, and threw it at the feet of his astonished auditor. When surprise and the smoke allowed Dunwoodie to look again on the rock where he had stood, the spot was vacant. The youth was aroused from the stupor, which had been created by this strange scene, by the trampling of horses, and the sound of the bugles. A patrol was drawn to the spot by the report of the musket, and the alarm had been given to the corps. Without entering into any explanation with his men, the major returned quickly to his quarters, where he found the whole squadron under arms, in battle array, impatiently awaiting the appearance of their leader. The officer whose duty it was to superintend such matters, had directed a party to lower the sign of the Hotel Flanagan, and the post was already arranged for the execution of the spy. On hearing from the major that the musket was discharged by himself, and was probably one of those dropped by the Skinners (for by this time Dunwoodie had learnt the punishment inflicted by Lawton, but chose to conceal his own interview with Birch), his officers suggested the propriety of executing their prisoner before they marched. Unable to believe that all he had seen was not a dream, Dunwoodie, followed by many of his officers, and preceded by Sergeant Hollister, went to the place which was supposed to contain the pedler. 66 Well, sir," said the major to the sentinel who guarded the door, "I trust you have your prisoner in safety." "He is yet asleep," replied the man, "and he makes such a noise, I could hardly hear the bugles sound the alarm." 66 Open the door and bring him forth." The order was obeyed; but, to the utter amazement of the honest veteran who entered the prison, he found the room in no little disorder the coat of the pedler where his body ought to have been, and part of the wardrobe of Betty scattered in disorder on the floor. The washerwoman herself occupied the pallet, in profound mental oblivion, clad as when last seen, excepting a little black bonnet, which she so constantly wore, that it was commonly thought she made it perform the double duty of both day and night cap. The noise of their entrance, and the exclamations of the party, awoke the woman. "Is it the breakfast that's wanting?" said Betty, rubbing her eyes; "faith, ye look as if ye would ate myself-but patience a little, darlings, and ye'll see sich a fry as never was." 66 "Fry!" echoed the sergeant, forgetful of his religious philosophy, and the presence of his officers; "we'll have you roasted, Jezebel!- you've helped that damned pedler to escape." "Jezebel back agi'n in your own teeth, and damned pidler too, Mr. Sargeant!" cried Betty, who was easily roused; "what have I to do with pidlers, or escapes? 1 might have been a pidler's lady, and worn my silks, if I'd had Sawny M'Twill, instead of tagging at the heels of a parcel of dragooning rapscallions, who don't know how to rate a lone body with dacency." The fellow has left my Bible," said the veteran, taking the book from the floor; "instead of spending his time in reading it to prepare for his end like a good Christian, he has been busy in laboring to escape." "And who would stay and be hanged like a dog?" cried Betty, beginning to comprehend the case; “'tisn't every one that's born to meet with sich an ind- liko yourself, Mr. Hollister." "This must be inquired "Silence!" said Dunwoodie. into closely, gentlemen; there is no outlet but the door, and there he could not pass, unless the sentinel connived at his escape, or was asleep at his post: call up the guard." As these men were not paraded, curiosity had already drawn them to the place, and they one and all, with the exception of him before mentioned, denied that any person had passed out. The individual in question acknowledged that Betty had gone by him, but pleaded his orders in justification. "You lie, you t'ief -you lie!" shouted Betty, who had impatiently listened to his exculpation; "would ye slanderize a lone woman, by saying she walks a camp at midnight? Here have I been slaping the long night, swaatly as the sucking babe." "Here, sir,” said the sergeant, turning respectfully to Dunwoodie," is something written in my Bible that was not in it before; for having no family to record, I would not suffer any scribbling in the sacred book." One of the officers read aloud, "These certify, that if suffered to get free, it is by God's help alone, to whose divine aid I humbly riccommild myɛelf. I'm forced to take the woman's clothes, but in her pocket is a ricompinse. Witness my hand - HARVEY BIRCH." "What!" roared Betty, "has the t'ief robbed a long woman of her all! hang him catch him and hang him, major; if there's law or justice in the land." "Examine your pocket," said one of the youngsters, who was enjoying the scene, careless of the consequences. "Ah! faith," cried the washerwoman, producing a guines |