Satanstoe - Paperback

by James Fenimore Cooper (Author)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1856* edition. Excerpt: ... the third time that night, and he called out to us somewhat authoritatively to stop. "What can all this mean, Guert 5" he asked. "Three times have we had warnings about' Albany' and the 'river.' I heard this man myself utter those two words, and cannot be mistaken." "I dare say, sir, that you may have heard something of the sort," answered the still incredulous Guert; "for these chaps have generally some impertinence to utter when they pass a team that is better than their own. These blacks of mine, Herman Mordaunt, awaken a good deal of envy whenever I go out with them; and a Dutchman will forgive you any other superiority sooner than he will overlook your having the best team. That last man had a spur in his head, moreover, and is driving his cattle, at this moment, more like a spook than like a humane and rational being. I dare say he asked if we owned Albany and the river." Guert's allusion to his horses occasioned a general laugh; and laughter is little favourable to cool reflection. We all looked out on the solemn and silent night, cast our eyes along the wide and long reach of the river, in which we happened to be, and saw nothing but the calm of nature, rendered imposing by solitude and the stillness of the hour. Guert smilingly renewed his assurances that all was right, and moved on. Away we went Guert evidently pressed his horses, as if desirious of being placed beyond this anxiety as soon as possible. The blacks flew, rather than trotted; and we were all beginning to submit to the exhilaration of so rapid and easy a motion, when a sound which resembled that which one might suppose the simultaneous explosion of a thousand rifles would produce, was heard, and caused both drivers to pull up; the sleighs stopping quite near each...