THE FORAGGRS. S.

a Tate ofMe Rerolutt0n.
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These are bitter times, said old Roger
Norton, as he paced back and forward on the
little green, before his rude cabin, smoking
his pipe with a vehemence which to the in
dwelers of that homely hut, gave sure and
fearful note that something of alarming i'm
port was working in his bosom The good
dame, who had been engaged industriousy
at the wheel, rose and set it aside, disquiet-
ed by the omen, and beautiful girl Came
to the broken and decayed window, and
looked out with trembling anxiety towards
the west The sun was gliding gently down
behind appalling masses of thunder clouds,
which were piled up from the horizon, high
in the mellow bosom of the heavens, and
from the direction of the winds threatened
tempest OF no ordinary magnitude. The
shadows of approaching night were already
fast changing the green mantle of the thick
forest to one of funeral gloom, and the start
ling screeeh Of the grey owl fell at inter
walls on the ear of watchtul anxiety.


At the cottage all was silent-hope and
fear alternately lighted or shaded each
changing brow--as the distant echoes seem
ed to come laden with the tramp of horse
men, or the cool dew of evening fell silent
on the diving breeze. At length flash was
seen in the thickness of the forest and
sound like the report of distant rifle pealed
along the broken hillocks that bounded the
valley brook. The aged dame with her
young daughter-n-law and two lovely chill
slren crowded the door in an instant, and old
Roger, putting hispipe hastily into his pock-
ct, turned to them, and placed his finger on
his lips, as in momentary thought. "There
has been blood spilled on the lowlands to-
day." said he, "and God knows which par
ty is the victor; we must bear our fate with
patient suferance; we have put up. our u
nited prayers for George, and heaven will
do right; it becomes us in times like these
to use all due precauton in warding the
blow from our own heads The ladies un-
derstood him, and though Eliza wrung her
hands and struggled deeply with her feel
ings, when the danger to which her George
was exposed, was made known to her, and
the thought that he was perhaps now a
corpse weltcring in his blood rushed across
her breast, yet they all went quietly in, and
assumed such employment as was best CAL
culated to conceal the interest they took in
the passing scenes of war aud bloodshed a
round them.


Situated as they were, in country tra-
versed successfully by the British and lndi-
ans, secured by the American Foragers, of
corps of which old Norton's only son was
the commander; they had hitherto conceal