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Full Title	The New York Ledger, v. XIII, no. 35, November 7, 1857.
Contributor	Cobb, Sylvanus, Jr.
Date Added	15 July 2020
Format	Newspaper
Language	English
Publish Date	1857-11-07
Publisher	New York : R. Bonner, No. 44 Ann-Street
Source	Dime Novel and Popular Literature
Alternate Title	The New-York Ledger Pioneer Patriot; or, The Maid of the War-Path. A Story of the Mohawk Valley During the Revolution / by Sylvanus Cobb, Jr. Maid of the War-Path.
Topic	Dime novels > Specimens. Popular literature > Specimens. Story papers > Specimens. New York County (N.Y.) > Newspapers. New York (N.Y.) > Newspapers.
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OCR cette SG dD. Cee sated © EDITOR AND PROPRIETOS R. BONNER, {Xow aderaeen NEW YORK, NOVEMBER 7, 1857. TERMS, { 82 PER ANNUM, IN ADVANCE. NO. 35. yi Bontered aooording to Act of Congress, inthe year 185 Hobe Bonn nthe Cis Oo of Uta Diaisict of New York. THE PIONEER PATRIOT ; oR, THE MAID OF THE WAR-PATH. A STORY OF THE MOHAWK VALLEY DURING THE REVOLUTION. BY SYLYANUS COBB, JR T ToRY’s yen Isabel hi y fi foal wretch who had taken her in his lap, she had only recognized him ; but as she re te tent, and there turned an K, che saw other men sitting around, and sho saw them smil- ing, : ey Sal at George ered, Guy Bradbrook, et fou i ts el You shall be paid ymely.” rere I could do it,” returned the raffian, wi oi low eb chuckle. ed her gaze upon him as he spoke, abe reoognizal We roan nto hal come tthe fort ot i rang, a8 8 deserter from the British camp. He atl Ye gown, hung about his limbs damp and fappyyand ‘somed to be araltng futher “Did they trust ye ght of?” asked Guy. fo, ans They aed me all sors of questions, and tien put two men to watch m thoy sirallowed it just as easy as could be.”” “Good oa your bh jose, And now you may go and juinp into dry clothes as soon a8 you ase, and then yon may turn in, if you like.” fter thie Guy Bradbrook turned towards the “I did not!” she repeated, as her interlocuto? geaaIalo her face, “Dido's run away with Philip Lancey? Wh: good’ll it ay yet ke about itt P What d'ye'mean? Dida’t ye run away Lancey's house with him and dda’ u he cea ye to bs fort?” and-twenty, and a look which} No, sir, maiden, prondiy could have belonged to no great soul or noble | and firmly, ig “hed by the eoneciouta jeart. In frame ho w ‘nod stout, ‘being | her own aeetitude. " When the poor. people fr rom quite corpulent for one of his years. In fact, he | the westera is came fleeing by, and in- looked stouter than he really was, for a formed us that the enemy were coming with fire portion of the mass was useless ficeh, or bloat , burning down hows, and scalping de- His hair and beard were black, his forehead low | fencetess women aud childrea—~” and receding ; the top of nai “Stop! Don’t repeat such infernal Rebel lies!” sanall; the eyes of a sharp, brownish black ; while | interrupted Guy.“ You kuow that not a woman features of the face were | haa been eal i At # motion from the young. toy itt let the tent save himeelf and his And 1d pute thee, MAb, Gay Br Prieta Tam pained to dis mn eyes have I seen the recking cay wit ia "Jong, dark tresece bloody and daak, from the belt of one of Your the scalp of enough of ia Wen T knew such am hey was coming, I fled with my Guy Bradbrook’s father is worth a 'mo- guardian to aplace of safety. I went with him ment'’s notice. Christian name, as er | who alone, of all the men on earth, has the legal may remember, was Nathan. as an | right to command my ot his con, but not eo fleshy. His hair, which bad | "““Aba, pretty one, you mean that asa gentle once been of a sandy hue, w: gtizaled now, | hint that you won't obey me, eh? and stood out ‘ani wer his head. - His| , “I epoke with no, double ‘meaning, eir. I sim- WW ing far over the small, yel- | ply answered your. base insinuation, I followed lowish gray eye that sparkled beueath. . The most prominent his nose, which was large in every way. It was long from the bridge dowa ; the lip to tho tip, and it was Walter, Lancey—he was my companion—and he alone bold place near me daring one fight ear: “Do you ask auch a f gueation Jn sober earnest- it nos? id to be the reault of a umor in the blood ; then this humor in the blood id not so readily} “ Yes. to be ae I do,” retorted, Gop, ia ne not account for; though one thing is certain : could } quite’ 0 — dy, and wine, and gin, and ok ica rum | “ Why shot nd 9 ee fear our forces?” have cured the disorder, it would have been cured | You cannot expect me to animer, that quer long before. But it did not seem tion, sir, Tt is already an many that way. The old Tory's constantly—we might | scores of ruined homes a a bleaching, bones say, eontinuously: ring ions, did not | bon which the and binds of prey lessen we betta’ slow of the nasal hu- After all ther and the male, the young man turned to the “Bed, me aut, haiot I done it now? Did aa think you could scape me «Thave not sought to escape thee, Guy, nor in any a "to ofend thee,” eplied Isabel, i sad and half reproachful tone. She thou; the confidence her father had reposed in these men, of the great friendship they bad professed, and then she theught of the letters Philip Lance; ort bale Philip be in his o as the time aie come wha be could too them “You nares ch?” retaraed the young Tory, contemptuously. “You didn’t rua away with Poilip tance aia you2” id not?” the beautiful gil said, eet and hor face flushed with in- in her, and even Guy Bradbrook might have qualled before her, had Be no t deemed his power over her drawn eave Guy and his fa- | and w get ©, you but befool yourself by such ques ° Well—T de eclare—you are keen, Bel, me bean But my, wouldat Php ave ‘remained with ken in a wicked, sarcastic manner, vrus evidently meant as a puniaiment for the rade last reply-—partly for that, a though perbapa ot wholly ; for the bli “oat I abel loved the handsome, bravo. young Rebel tmokled ia bissoal ken ormtush> The ma gazed into his fee « moment, and then, in acal, meaning tone, “Ha T asked Philip Lancey to protect me, tm aure he wonid have done it T misake bin ad what right havo yt “The right of a sister, in ich “Tut he bas abiaye regard ed me. “Humph!—I s'poee «0, Yes—O, y: think ‘pose own ieee ‘ou ae his der ster, Taal! He dear sister, docen't aa tll you one thing Stout hia: Te never descends to the unmanly, heartless work of in- ealting a defenseless female” “No—I s'pose not,” aid Guy, coloring. “He ia a paragon. Bat le go for the present, Mr. Philip Lancey and T may have a shot tal to ke 3 2, Only f yours: ‘hn ray did you go?” We sant to the for' “T am, aware of it; but what way did you take—how did you reach it” IBABEL CARLTON AND BER TORY PEESEOUTOR. “That is more than T can tell you, sir. We fol lovwed our guide, and he Ted us ene through “But you went by no “We were in a beaten patho over tivo boars “Dat how did ou, the fort? or at whet time did you reach it “ Tewas late when he got there, sir—ten o'clock, Tebould think.” “Then you worked your way through the thick vruod witiout any pati” Cy aaNow vt inirad it, But I tell ye, Bel, you beard the Ted int “Ye sued the maid len, with a shudder, as she acinbered the fearful events of that dark ge = & take ‘em!” parued the young Tory, half to SSimeel, “they served me a trick we than missing the Rebels ‘They stole my ‘og. You remember that noble hound “Yoel cee Well—let them ‘ke him t a ted han tad they stole him, o le Tiled iss ‘At all eveala T bar im since. Curses on tem! Why, 1 w: ws a this moment, if that dog_was safe and round before me, give his lif tamove'every Indian | in the oun country. Bu nef lence of somo, moments followed this, and Aaaly the old man epoke— suppose Isabel would like to retire. Would you i my dear ?”” “I would ask a question first,” she return 4 Certain tainly, my dear child,” responded Nathan, in a smooth, bypocritical tone. “ Ask as you p “« Lywonld ask what you mean to do with me?” an. Isabel,” the “What would you’ have “Remained in the eare of my legal guardian, ir?” “And for how long a time, do you think, my chilat” “As long as he remained there, “Which, permit me to inform on my dear Isa- bel, will be but a very short time. "The fort will oon a cer popirttionsare ‘completed, r x that the man in whom he reposed such would prove a traitor to his king. But y fe now, m “You had. no sight to drag me away fora »y guardian thns,” the fair girl murmured, in e. “We had the most sacred right, dear Imbel. ‘ou are ours to care for in all time to come, we rere live on'earth. We knew that you were Not no! T bat obeyed my futher in remaining with Me. Lancey. They Si oat keep me, Ik Of my own accord that 1 aco to faces one of thee Gaya ‘Well have &| tun’ leage wets one who isan open Son quiet Tittle Mr. Frenchman calls it.| his king; and in onder for us to have the perfect Bu t I've got ye nom, Ba, me beauty, and I mean | right , and t the ton, ratand label Gd uaderlaad, and sho turned pale as o that bight. Perbaps you | lov yo" he WRATERNT AS death. With a fearful shudder, she cast her eyes upon brook, and until that moment she had not fally x realized the utter degradation of sbaracter. bound for life to suc! athing! She hough of Philip Lance brave, handsome, generous, and noble}; and the contrast was staring. Deep down in'ber heart ad kn for a no circumstances, should ye day on which I was vine- teen yeas of ear,” said Nathan Brad- n your father Taba not ws i what be auld to lito gil cal twelve years You cannot ‘doe ‘that cir ou are tired and worn out new. 7 and on the morrow we will have everything . Id man thus epoke, a sort of arras asl the o moved aside at the extremity of the tent, and a| wi to Teabel, he added— “ ii ine you may'go with good Dido j and ‘all good angels bless you!” The po poor neta hesitated but a moment. Shehod Tosh to my, but it coold be, of no ne to ay it ried and followed the black wo- come to it!” So spoke Guy Brad- books "Aad. the itr answered © IF she don’t, we'll bring her to it £* eum heard the rear ad he rly A A quick, er frame, and her hands row apartment, ded from two upright posts, thd into thia Dido informed her hat she seule get as assbe wished, ‘The maiden cast search- \dly- | down, but te wan was bi tere then. ‘ say he di Si he ing glance into the ebon fontares before her to wee if be could find any sympathy there ; bat it was @ cold face, and love seemed to be a stranger falaging i the conversa more srict watch was to-be kept schnowlodged that she she realized how deep end Sevog hat love bad grows. CHAPTER VIL. ARIOUS OPINIONS. All was cot & bile within the for when it wea known that « prisoner bi and safely carried off. The shrieks of # ftmale inly heard through the storm,and it was evident that one of the women of the gurri- off toon dremed.and ext of doors in season In an instant the tough of of fiached through his mind. With a beating heart, be rushed to the apartowent where the maiden bad slept, and was met atthe door by Mrs Robinson and old “Obo! mas'r Philp? the negrese gasped, a5 though the would. wis 6 off!” ” added Mra Robinson, “I awoke not {ong since, and found her up and dressed, and a strange woman waiting for her. ‘This woman told her that Colonel Gansevoort and rou wished to et somewhere, and Isabel went out with her, cette s weal have rashed out at once, but Gan- up just then, soon convinced * came up him of the he folly of the measure “If it ¢ is within the enemy's linca ero thin; and it is beyond our power wer to rescue her. Bat where is Se « Age—here ib is he! ia repeated ‘They soon ete fallow had Iain ! Moses Van reh was made, but no Moses * of the name of Van Swart co could be found. : must have * made if he went over where the sentries ee eae 90 aioe eleep for Pili Taney | that night. He ground, regen tthe. diving wt norm a tances | petful of ait save the terrible blow which maa aS come upoi “ soe Tored me!” he oltre to himself wa he rough the falling rain. “She had ‘ho shail mea ae time. WI =y ters ae stand on her nineteenth birthday? She might d from every imposed obligation. Oh! ope thou did’st—if 1 thought ‘ieould afford thee joy restoi my father’s side—T'd cast my life into the ssale this very moment, But——” The unbappy youth was interrupted by hia father, who bad been searching for bim. “Philip, my eon—why are you here, in the storm, and thus alone Can you ask me, f father?” the youth returned, in a ead, dejected “Lhave asked ‘tee, Philip; and I would ask thee again, That thou should’st be grieved I won- Why seek solitude at cuch « time? Philip, my son, bast thou the maiden wit winning more than a sister’s love er? ue The youth std and gazed into bis father’s. | beams from the signal-lan- era al slant a facly carved features, aad they low, bus re pale as werpether,” be ead, in a hed tone, but with much power, “do you know anything of the negro Woman made het @ immutable lawe of nat De wonder that - “Conduct this Indy to a place of rest, Dido, | the ivy twines itself about the ok en God wa fee inte all she needs to make her com- by side pri one ‘ine in their hea- of day smiles upoa carts of night? Do you ‘No, my son,” repiod the old men, forgetting te rain at he gazed into the face of B eet you rea hat Ths Thave ioral i imbet “ top —Hear “ “Nat here, on Tei i pot mi Sle for exe father. T forgot ou infer iy Let me lead Thus speaking, Eintip took his parent by the arm, meso led him’ to the place they were permitted oNom my father,” resumed our hero, “I will speak plainly, and tell you ‘he whole truth ina Ee ~~

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