Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | 2003
Transcription good outline of his person and her own
gracious desires, male him a particular
object of regard with the good old lady,
(Mrs Betty O'Connelly,) in whose do-
micile, at the time at which we write, it
is our lot to find him.
The Sergeant, if our readers will re-
member was in our last, desired by his
landlady, (who it seems, agreeable to the
custom of old ladies, had some forebodings
of hat was, to bappen,) to remain in
the inn until the Indian chief ' Redfoot'
should become 'quiet or sober; as one of
these depended intimately upon the other,
after thrusting the chief from the house,
as we have before seen, and hearing no
more from him, it was supposed that the
consummation so devoutly desired had
arrived. Lut this was an error, which it
is fortunate did not terminate fatally, by
leaving them securely negligent. Ser-
geant M'Allister had been assigned a
small chamber which looked upon the
hack street leading to the only road,
which at this time the settlers had, and
which had for its object the establish-
ment of a passage way to a spring of fine
water. To this room after sitting till a
late hour in the main hall, where he had
been reading some English newspapers
brought by the King's Packet, called The
Griffin, about three weeks or so before,
he retired ; but feeling no disposition fo
sleep, and kept awake probably by the
newly filled noggin of his favorite pota-
tion, which sat familiarly beside him, he
drew aside the bars which secured the
window, or rather loop-hole of his room,
and looked forth upon the long expanse
of forest which stretched itself quietly
out before him. The Moon was just ri-
sing, Ler light occasionally intercepted
by some smoky clouds that floated above
the horizon. A breeze that attended her
cane up the river freshly from the sea,
and bent the tall pines and played mur-
muringly the branches. Although