WYNADOTTÉ (Unabridged). Джеймс Фенимор Купер

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      “Merciful Providence!” exclaimed Mrs. Willoughby-“What can you mean, my son?”

      “I mean, mother, that civil war has actually commenced in the colonies, and that the people of your blood and race are, in open arms, against the people of my father’s native country—in a word, against me.”

      “How can that be, Robert? Who would dare to strike a blow against the king?”

      “When men get excited, and their passions are once inflamed, they will do much, my mother, that they might not dream of, else.”

      “This must be a mistake! Some evil-disposed person has told you this, Robert, knowing your attachment to the crown.”

      “I wish it were so, dear madam; but my own eyes have seen—I may say my own flesh has felt, the contrary.”

      The major then related what had happened, letting his auditors into the secret of the true state of the country. It is scarcely necessary to allude to the degree of consternation and pain, with which he was heard, or to the grief which succeeded.

      “You spoke of yourself, dear Bob,” said Maud, naturally, and with strong feeling—”You were not hurt, in this cruel, cruel battle.”

      “I ought not to have mentioned it, although I did certainly receive a smart contusion—nothing more, I assure you—here in the shoulder, and it now scarcely inconveniences me.”

      By this time all were listening, curiosity and interest having silenced even the disputants, especially as this was the first they had heard of the major’s casualty. Then neither felt the zeal which had warmed him in the previous contest, but was better disposed to turn aside from its pursuit.

      “I hope it did not send you to the rear, Bob?” anxiously inquired the father.

      “I was in the rear, sir, when I got the hurt,” answered the major, laughing. “The rear is the post of honour, on a retreat, you know, my dear father; and I believe our march scarce deserves another name.”

      “That is hard, too, on king’s troops! What sort of fellows had you to oppose, my son?”

      “A rather intrusive set, sir. Their object was to persuade us to go into Boston, as fast as possible; and, it was a little difficult, at times, not to listen to their arguments. If my Lord Percy had not come out, with a strong party, and two pieces of artillery, we might not have stood it much longer. Our men were fagged like hunted deer, and the day proved oppressively hot.”

      “Artillery, too!” exclaimed the captain, his military pride reviving a little, to unsettle his last convictions of duty. “Did you open your columns, and charge your enemies, in line?”

      “It would have been charging air. No sooner did we halt, than our foes dispersed; or, no sooner did we renew the march, than every line of wall, along our route, became a line of hostile muskets. I trust you will do us justice, sir—you know the regiments, and can scarce think they misbehaved.”

      “British troops seldom do that; although I have known it happen. No men, however, are usually more steady, and then these provincials are formidable as skirmishers. In that character, I know them, too. What has been the effect of all this on the country, Bob?—You told us something of it last night; complete the history.”

      “The provinces are in a tumult. As for New England, a flame of fire could scarce be more devastating; though I think this colony is less excited. Still, here, men are arming in thousands.”

      “Dear me—dear me”—ejaculated the peacefully-inclined chaplain—“that human beings can thus be inclined to self destruction!”

      “Is Tryon active?—What do the royal authorities, all this time?”

      “Of course they neglect nothing feasible; but, they must principally rely on the loyalty and influence of the gentry, until succour can arrive from Europe. If that fail them, their difficulties will be much increased.”

      Captain Willoughby understood his son; he glanced towards his unconscious wife, as if to see how far she felt with him.

      “Our own families are divided, of course, much as they have been in the previous discussions,” he added. “The De Lanceys, Van Cortlandts, Philipses, Bayards, and most of that town connection, with a large portion of the Long Island families, I should think, are with the crown; while the Livingstons, Morrises, Schuylers, Rensselaers, and their friends, go with the colony. Is not this the manner in which they are divided?”

      “With some limitations, sir. All the De Lanceys, with most of their strong connections and influence, are with us—with the king, I mean—while all the Livingstons and Morrises are against us. The other families are divided—as with the Cortlandts, Schuylers, and Rensselaers. It is fortunate for the Patroon, that he is a boy.”

      “Why so, Bob?” asked the captain, looking inquiringly up, at his son.

      “Simply, sir, that his great estate may not be confiscated. So many of his near connections are against us, that he could hardly escape the contamination; and the consequences would be inevitable.”

      “Do you consider that so certain, sir? As there are two sides to the question, may there not be two results to the war?”

      “I think not, sir. England is no power to be defied by colonies insignificant as these.”

      “This is well enough for a king’s officer, major Willoughby; but all large bodies of men are formidable when they are right, and nations—these colonies are a nation, in extent and number—are not so easily put down, when the spirit of liberty is up and doing among them.”

      The major listened to his father with pain and wonder. The captain spoke earnestly, and there was a flush about his fine countenance, that gave it sternness and authority. Unused to debate with his father, especially when the latter was in such a mood, the son remained silent, though his mother, who was thoroughly loyal in her heart—meaning loyal as applied to a sovereign—and who had the utmost confidence in her husband’s tenderness and consideration for herself, was not so scrupulous.

      “Why, Willoughby,” she cried, “you really incline to rebellion! I, even I, who was born in the colonies, think them very wrong to resist their anointed king, and sovereign prince.”

      “Ah, Wilhelmina,” answered the captain, more mildly, “you have a true colonist’s admiration of home. But I was old enough, when I left England, to appreciate what I saw and knew, and cannot feel all this provincial admiration.”

      “But surely, my dear captain, England is a very great country,” interrupted the chaplain—“a prodigious country; one that can claim all our respect and love. Look at the church, now, the purified continuation of the ancient visible authority of Christ on earth! It is the consideration of this church that has subdued my natural love of birth-place, and altered my sentiments.”

      “All very true, and all very well, in your mouth, chaplain; yet even the visible church may err. This doctrine of divine right would have kept the Stuarts on the throne, and it is not even English doctrine; much less, then, need it be American. I am no Cromwellian, no republican, that wishes to oppose the throne, in order to destroy it. A good king is a good thing, and a prodigious blessing to a country; still, a people needs look to its political СКАЧАТЬ