CHAPTER 35.

“And to avoid the foe’s pursuit,
With spurring put their cattle to’t;
And till all four were out of wind,
And danger too, neer looked behind.”—Hudibras.

As the shades of evening approached, the jurors, wit nesses, and other
attendants on the court began to disperse, and before nine o’clock the
village was quiet, and its streets nearly deserted.  At that hour
Judge Temple and his daughter, followed at a short distance by Louisa
Grant, walked slowly down the avenue, under the slight shadows of the
young poplars, holding the following discourse:

“You can best soothe his wounded spirit, my child,” said Marmaduke;
“but it will be dangerous to touch on the nature of his offence; the
sanctity of the laws must be respected.”

“Surely, sir,” cried the impatient Elizabeth, “those laws that condemn
a man like the Leather-Stocking to so severe a punishment, for an
offence that even I must think very venial, cannot be perfect in
themselves.”

“Thou talkest of what thou dost not understand, Elizabeth,” returned
her father.  “Society cannot exist without wholesome restraints.
Those restraints cannot be inflicted without security and respect to
the persons of those who administer them; and it would sound ill
indeed to report that a judge had extended favor to a convicted
criminal, because he had saved the life of his child.”

“I see—I see the difficulty of your situation, dear sir,” cried the
daughter; “but, in appreciating the offence of poor Natty, I cannot
separate the minister of the law from the man.”

“There thou talkest as a woman, child; it is not for an assault on
Hiram Doolittle, but for threatening the life of a constable, who was
in the performance of—”

“It is immaterial whether it be one or the other,” interrupted Miss
Temple, with a logic that contained more feeling than reason; “I know
Natty to be innocent, and thinking so I must think all wrong who
oppress him.”

“His judge among the number! thy father, Elizabeth?”

“Nay, nay, nay; do not put such questions to me; give me my
commission, father, and let me proceed to execute it.”

The Judge paused a moment, smiling fondly on his child, and then
dropped his hand affectionately on her shoulder, as he answered:

“Thou hast reason, Bess, and much of it, too, but thy heart lies too
near thy head, But listen; in this pocketbook are two hundred dollars.
Go to the prison—there are none in this pace to harm thee—give this
note to the jailer, and, when thou seest Bumppo, say what thou wilt to
the poor old man; give scope to the feeling of thy warm heart; but try
to remember, Elizabeth, that the laws alone remove us from the
condition of the savages; that he has been criminal, and that his
judge was thy father.”

Miss Temple made no reply, but she pressed the hand that held the
pocket-book to her bosom, and, taking her friend by the arm, they
issued together from the inclosure into the principal street of the
village.

As they pursued their walk in silence, under the row of houses, where
the deeper gloom of the evening effectually concealed their persons,
no sound reached them, excepting the slow tread of a yoke of oxen,
with the rattling of j a cart, that were moving along the street in
the same direction with themselves, The figure of the teamster was
just discernible by the dim light, lounging by the side of his cattle
with a listless air, as if fatigued by the toil of the day.  At the
corner, where the jail stood, the progress of the ladies was impeded,
for a moment, by the oxen, who were turned up to the side of the
building, and given a lock of hay, which they had carried on their
necks, as a reward for their patient labor, The whole of this was so
natural, and so common, that Elizabeth saw nothing to induce a second
glance at the team, until she heard the teamster speaking to his
cattle in a low voice:

“Mind yourself, Brindle; will you, sir! will you!” The language itself
was so unusual to oxen, with which all who dwell in a new country are
familiar; but there was something in the voice, also, that startled
Miss Temple On turning the corner, she necessarily approached the man,
and her look was enabled to detect the person of Oliver Edwards,
concealed under the coarse garb of a teamster.  Their eyes met at the
same instant, and, not- t withstanding the gloom, and the enveloping
cloak of Elizabeth, the recognition was mutual.

“Miss Temple!” “Mr. Edwards!” were exclaimed simultaneously, though a
feeling that seemed common to both rendered the words nearly
inaudible.

“Is it possible!” exclaimed Edwards, after the moment of doubt had
passed; “do I see you so nigh the jail! but you are going to the
rectory: I beg pardon, Miss Grant, I believe; I did not recognize you
at first.”

The sigh which Louisa tittered was so faint, that it was only heard by
Elizabeth, who replied quickly, “We are going not only to the jail,
Mr. Edwards' but into it.  We wish to show the Leather-Stocking that
we do not forget his services, and that at the same time we must be
just, we are also grateful.  I suppose you are on a similar errand;
but let me beg that you will give us leave to precede you ten minutes.
Good-night, sir; I— I—am quite sorry, Mr. Edwards, to see you reduced
to such labor; I am sure my father would—”

“I shall wait your pleasure, madam,” interrupted the youth coldly.
“May I beg that you will not mention my being here?”

“Certainly,” said Elizabeth, returning his bow by a slight inclination
of her head, and urging the tardy Louisa forward.  As they entered the
jailer’s house, however, Miss Grant found leisure to whisper:

“Would it not be well to offer part of your money to Oliver? half of
it will pay the fine of Bumppo; and he is so unused to hardships! I am
sure my father will subscribe much of his little pittance, to place
him in a station that is more worthy of him.”

The involuntary smile that passed over the features of Elizabeth was
blended with an expression of deep and heartfelt pity.  She did not
reply, however, and the appearance of the jailer soon recalled the
thoughts of both to the object of their visit.

The rescue of the ladies, and their consequent interest in his
prisoner, together with the informal manners that prevailed in the
country, all united to prevent any surprise on the part of the jailer,
at their request for admission to Bumppo.  The note of Judge Temple,
however, would have silenced all objections, if he had felt them and
he led the way without hesitation to the apartment that held the
prisoners.  The instant the key was put into the lock, the hoarse
voice of Benjamin was heard, demanding:

“Yo hoy! who comes there?”

“Some visitors that you’ll be glad to see,” returned the jailer.
“What have you done to the lock, that it won’t turn”

“Handsomely, handsomely, master,” cried the steward:
“I have just drove a nail into a berth alongside of this here bolt, as
a stopper, d’ye see, so that Master Doo-but little can’t be running in
and breezing up another fight atwixt us: for, to my account, there’ll
be but a han-yan with me soon, seeing that they’ll mulct me of my
Spaniards, all the same as if I’d over-flogged the lubber.  Throw your
ship into the wind, and lay by for a small matter, will ye? and I’ll
soon clear a passage.”

The sounds of hammering gave an assurance that the steward was in
earnest, and in a short time the lock yielded, when the door was
opened.

Benjamin had evidently been anticipating the seizure of his money, for
he had made frequent demands on the favorite cask at the “Bold
Dragoon,” during the afternoon and evening, and was now in that state
which by marine imagery is called “half-seas-over.” It was no easy
thing to destroy the balance of the old tar by the effects of liquor,
for, as he expressed it himself, “he was too low-rigged not to carry
sail in all weathers;” but he was precisely in that condition which is
so expressively termed “muddy.” When he perceived who the visitors
were, he retreated to the side of the room where his pallet lay, and,
regardless of the presence of his young mistress, seated himself on it
with an air of great sobriety, placing his back firmly against the
wall.

“If you undertake to spoil my locks in this manner, Mr. Pump,” said
the jailer, “I shall put a stopper, as you call it, on your legs, and
tie you down to your bed.”

“What for should ye, master?” grumbled Benjamin; “I’ve rode out one
squall to-day anchored by the heels, and I wants no more of them.
Where’s the harm o’ doing all the same as yourself? Leave that there
door free out board, and you’ll find no locking inboard, I’ll promise
ye.”

“I must shut up for the night at nine,” said the jailer, “and it’s now
forty-two minutes past eight.” He placed the little candle on a rough
pine table, and withdrew.

“Leather-Stocking!” said Elizabeth, when the key of the door was
turned on them again, “my good friend, Leather-Stocking! I have come
on a message of gratitude.  Had you submitted to the search, worthy
old man, the death of the deer would have been a trifle, and all would
have been well———”

“Submit to the sarch!” interrupted Natty, raising his face from
resting on his knees, without rising from the corner where he had
seated himself; “d’ye think gal, I would let such a varmint into my
hut? No, no—I wouldn’t have opened the door to your own sweet
countenance then.  But they are welcome to search among the coals and
ashes now; they’ll find only some such heap as is to be seen at every
pot-ashery in the mountains.”

The old man dropped his face again on one hand, and seemed to be lost
in melancholy.

“The hut can be rebuilt, and made better than before,” returned Miss
Temple;” and it shall be my office to see it done, when your
imprisonment is ended.”

Can ye raise the dead, child?” said Natty, in a sorrowful voice: “can
ye go into the place where you’ve laid your fathers, and mothers, and
children, and gather together their ashes, and make the same men and
women of them as afore? You do not know what ‘tis to lay your head for
more than forty years under the cover of the same logs, and to look at
the same things for the better part of I a man’s life.  You are young
yet, child, but you are one of the most precious of God’s creatures.
I had hoped for ye that it might come to pass, but it’s all over now;
this, put to that, will drive the thing quite out of his mind for
ever.”

Miss Temple must have understood the meaning of the old man better
than the other listeners; for while Louisa stood innocently by her
side, commiserating the griefs of the hunter, she bent her head aside,
so as to conceal her features.  The action and the feeling that caused
it lasted but a moment.

“Other logs, and better, though, can be had, and shall be found for
you, my old defender,” she continued.  “Your confinement will soon
be over, and, before that time arrives, I shall have a house prepared
for you, where I you may spend the close of your long and harmless
life in ease and plenty.”

“Ease and plenty! house!” repeated Natty, slowly.  “You mean well, you
mean well, and I quite mourn that it cannot be; but he has seen me a
sight and a laughing-stock for—”

“Damn your stocks,” said Benjamin, flourishing his bottle with one
hand, from which he had been taking hasty and repeated draughts,
while he made gestures of disdain with the other: “who cares for his
bilboes? There’s a leg that been stuck up on end like a jibboom for an
hour. d’ye see, and what’s it the worse for’t, ha? canst tell me,
what’s it the worser, ha?”

“I believe you forget, Mr. Pump, in whose presence you are,” said
Elizabeth.

“Forget you, Miss Lizzy?” returned the steward; “if I do, dam’me; you
are not to be forgot, like Goody Pretty-bones, up at the big house
there.  I say, old sharpshooter, she may have pretty bones, but I
can’t say so much for her flesh, d’ye see, for she looks somewhat like
anatomy with another man’s jacket on.  Now for the skin of her face,
it’s all the same as a new topsail with a taut bolt-rope, being snug
at the leeches, but all in a bight about the inner cloths,”

“Peace—I command you to be silent, sir!” said Elizabeth.

“Ay, ay, ma’am,” returned the steward.  “You didn’t say I shouldn’t
drink, though.”

“We will not speak of what is to become of others,” said Miss Temple,
turning again to the hunter—” but of your own fortunes, Natty.  It
shall be my care to see that you pass the rest of your days in ease
and plenty.”

“Ease and plenty!” again repeated the Leather-Stocking; “what ease can
there be to an old man, who must walk a mile across the open fields,
before he can find a shade to hide him from a scorching sun! or what
plenty is there where you hunt a day, and not start a buck, or see
anything bigger than a mink, or maybe a stray fox! Ah! I shall have a
hard time after them very beavers, for this fine.  I must go low
toward the Pennsylvania line in search of the creatures, maybe a
hundred mile; for they are not to be got here-away.  No, no—your
betterments and clearings have druv the knowing things out of the
country, and instead of beaver-dams, which is the nater of the animal,
and according to Providence, you turn back the waters over the low
grounds with your mill-dams, as if ‘twas in man to stay the drops from
going where He wills them to go—Benny, unless you stop your hand from
going so often to your mouth, you won’t be ready to start when the
time comes.

“Hark’ee, Master Bump-ho,” said the steward; “don’t you fear for Ben,
When the watch is called, set me of my legs and give me the bearings
and the distance of where you want me to steer, and I’ll carry sail
with the best of you, I will.”

“The time has come now,” said the hunter, listening; “I hear the horns
of the oxen rubbing agin’ the side of the jail.”

“Well, say the word, and then heave ahead, shipmate,” said Benjamin.

“You won’t betray us, gal?” said Natty, looking simply into the face
of Elizabeth—” you won’t betray an old man, who craves to breathe the
clear air of heaven? I mean no harm; and if the law says that I must
pay the hundred dollars, I’ll take the season through, but it shall be
forthcoming; and this good man will help me.”

“You catch them,” said Benjamin, with a sweeping gesture of his arm,
“and if they get away again, call me a slink, that’s all.”

“But what mean you?” cried thc wondering Elizabeth.  “ Here you must
stay for thirty days; but I have the money for your fine in this
purse.  Take it; pay it in the morning, and summon patience for your
mouth.  I will come often to see you, with my friend; we will make up
your clothes with our own hands; indeed, indeed, you shall be
comfortable.”

“Would ye, children?” said Natty, advancing across the floor with an
air of kindness, and taking the hand of Elizabeth, “would ye be so
kearful of an old man, and just for shooting a beast which cost him
nothing? Such things doesn’t run in the blood, I believe, for you seem
not to forget a favor.  Your little fingers couldn’t do much on a
buckskin, nor be you used to push such a thread as sinews.  But if he
hasn’t got past hearing, he shalt hear it and know it, that he may
see, like me, there is some who know how to remember a kindness,”

“Tell him nothing,” cried Elizabeth, earnestly; “if you love me, if
you regard my feelings, tell him nothing.  It is of yourself only I
would talk, and for yourself only I act.  I grieve, Leather-Stocking,
that the law requires that you should be detained here so long; but,
after all, it will be only a short month, and——”

“A month?” exclaimed Natty, opening his mouth with his usual laugh,
“not a day, nor a night, nor an hour, gal.  Judge Temple may sintence,
but he can’t keep without a better dungeon than this.  I was taken
once by the French, and they put sixty-two of us in a block-house,
nigh hand to old Frontinac; but ‘twas easy to cut through a pine log
to them that was used to timber.” The hunter paused, and looked
cautiously around the room, when, laughing again, he shoved the
steward gently from his post, and removing the bedclothes, discovered
a hole recently cut in the logs with a mallet and chisel.  “It’s only
a kick, and the outside piece is off, and then—”

“Off! ay, off!” cried Benjamin, rising from his stupor; “well, here’s
off.  Ay! ay! you catch ‘em, and I'll hold on to them said beaver-
hats,”

“I fear this lad will trouble me much,” said Natty; “‘twill be a hard
pull for the mountain, should they take the scent soon, and he is not
in a state of mind to run.”

“Run!” echoed the steward; “no, sheer alongside, and let’s have a
fight of it.”

“Peace!” ordered Elizabeth.

“Ay, ay, ma’am.”

“You will not leave us, surely, Leather-Stocking,” continued Miss
Temple; “I beseech you, reflect that you will be driven to the woods
entirely, and that you are fast getting old.  Be patient for a little
time, when you can go abroad openly, and with honor.”

“Is there beaver to be catched here, gal?”

“If not, here is money to discharge the fine, and in a month you are
free.  See, here it is in gold.”

“Gold!” said Natty, with a kind of childish curiosity; “it’s long sin’
I’ve seen a gold-piece.  We used to get the broad joes, in the old
war, as plenty as the bears be now.  I remember there was a man in
Dieskau’s army, that was killed, who had a dozen of the shining things
sewed up in his shirt.  I didn’t handle them myself, but I seen them
cut out with my own eyes; they was bigger and brighter than them be.”

“These are English guineas, and are yours,” said Elizabeth; “an
earnest of what shall be done for you.”

“Me! why should you give me this treasure!” said Natty, looking
earnestly at the maiden.

“Why! have you not saved my life? Did you not rescue me from the jaws
of the beast?” exclaimed Elizabeth, veiling her eyes, as if to hide
some hideous object from her view.

The hunter took the money, and continued turning it in his hand for
some time, piece by piece, talking aloud during the operation.

“There’s a rifle, they say, out on the Cherry Valley, that will carry
a hundred rods and kill.  I’ve seen good guns in my day, but none
quite equal to that.  A hundred rods with any sartainty is great
shooting! Well, well— I’m old, and the gun I have will answer my time.
Here, child, take back your gold.  But the hour has come; I hear him
talking to the cattle, and I must be going.  You won’t tell of us,
gal—you won’t tell of us, will ye?”

“Tell of you!” echoed Elizabeth.  “But take the money, old man; take
the money, even if you go into the mountains.”

“No, no,” said Natty, shaking his head kindly; “I would not rob you so
for twenty rifles.  But there’s one thing you can do for me, if ye
will, that no other is at hand to do.

“Name it—name it.”

“Why, it’s only to buy a canister of powder—’twill cost two silver
dollars.  Benny Pump has the money ready, but we daren’t come into the
town to get it.  Nobody has it but the Frenchman.  'Tis of the best,
and just suits a rifle.  Will you get it for me, gal?—say, will you
get it for me?”

“Will I? I will bring it to you, Leather-Stocking, though I toil a day
in quest of you through the woods.  But where shall I find you, and
how?”

“Where?” said Natty, musing a moment—” to-morrow on the Vision; on the
very top of the Vision, I’ll meet you, child, just as the sun gets
over our heads.  See that it’s the fine grain; you’ll know it by the
gloss and the price.”

“I will do it,” said Elizabeth, firmly.

Natty now seated himself, and placing his feet in the hole, with a
slight effort he opened a passage through into the street.  The ladies
heard the rustling of hay, and well understood the reason why Edwards
was in the capacity of a teamster.

“Come, Benny,” said the hunter: “‘twill be no darker to-night, for the
moon will rise in an hour.”

“Stay!” exclaimed Elizabeth; “it should not be said that you escaped
in the presence of the daughter of Judge Temple.  Return, Leather-
Stocking, and let us retire be fore you execute your plan.”

Natty was about to reply, when the approaching footsteps of the jailer
announced the necessity of his immediate return.  He had barely time
to regain his feet, and to conceal the hole with the bedclothes,
across which Benjamin very opportunely fell, before the key was
turned, and the door of the apartment opened.

“Isn’t Miss Temple ready to go?” said the civil jailer; “ it’s the
usual hour for locking up.”

“I follow you, sir,” returned Elizabeth “good-night, Leather-
Stocking.”

“It’s a fine grain, gal, and I think twill carry lead further than
common.  I am getting old, and can’t follow up the game with the step
I used to could,”

Miss Temple waved her hand for silence, and preceded Louisa and the
keeper from the apartment.  The man turned the key once, and observed
that he would return and secure his prisoners, when he had lighted the
ladies to the street.  Accordingly they parted at the door of the
building, when the jailer retired to his dungeons, and the ladies
walked, with throbbing hearts, toward the corner.

“Now the Leather-Stocking refuses the money,” whispered Louisa, “it
can all be given to Mr. Edwards, and that added to—”

“Listen!” said Elizabeth; “ I hear the rustling of the hay; they are
escaping at this moment.  Oh! they will be detected instantly!”

By this time they were at the corner, where Edwards and Natty were in
the act of drawing the almost helpless body of Benjamin through the
aperture.  The oxen had started back from their hay, and were standing
with their heads down the street, leaving room for the party to act
in.

“Throw the hay into the cart,” said Edwards, “or they will suspect how
it has been done.  Quick, that they may not see it.”

Natty had just returned from executing this order, when the light of
the keeper’s candle shone through the hole, and instantly his voice
was heard in the jail exclaiming for his prisoners.

“What is to be done now?” said Edwards; “this drunken fellow will
cause our detection, and we have not a moment to spare.”

“Who’s drunk, ye lubber?” muttered the steward.

“A break-jail! a break-jail!” shouted five or six voices from within.

“We must leave him,” said Edwards.

“‘Twouldn’t be kind, lad,” returned Natty; “he took half the disgrace
of the stocks on himself to-day, and the creatur’ has feeling.”

At this moment two or three men were heard issuing from the door of
the “Bold Dragoon,” and among them the voice of Billy Kirby.

“There’s no moon yet,” cried the wood-chopper; “but it’s a clear
night.  Come, who’s for home? Hark! what a rumpus they’re kicking up
in the jail—here’s go and see what it’s about.”

“We shall be lost,” said Edwards, “if we don’t drop this man.”

At that instant Elizabeth moved close to him, and said rapidly, in a
low voice:

“Lay him in the cart, and start the oxen; no one will look there.”

“There’s a woman’s quickness in the thought,” said the youth.

The proposition was no sooner made than executed.  The steward was
seated on the hay, and enjoined to hold his peace and apply the goad
that was placed in his hand, while the oxen were urged on.  So soon as
this arrangement was completed, Edwards and the hunter stole along the
houses for a short distance, when they disappeared through an opening
that led into the rear of the buildings.

The oxen were in brisk motion, and presently the cries of pursuit were
heard in the street.  The ladies quickened their pace, with a wish to
escape the crowd of constables and idlers that were approaching, some
execrating, and some laughing at the exploit of the prisoners.  In the
confusion, the voice of Kirby was plainly distinguishable above all
the others, shouting and swearing that he would have the fugitives,
threatening to bring back Natty in one pocket, and Benjamin in the
other.

“Spread yourselves, men,” he cried, as he passed the ladies, his heavy
feet sounding along the street like the tread of a dozen; “spread
yourselves; to the mountains; they’ll be in the mountains in a quarter
of an hour, and then look out for a long rifle.”

His cries were echoed from twenty mouths, for not only the jail but
the taverns had sent forth their numbers, some earnest in the pursuit,
and others joining it as in sport.

As Elizabeth turned in at her father’s gate she saw the wood-chopper
stop at the cart, when she gave Benjamin up for lost.  While they were
hurrying up the walk, two figures, stealing cautiously but quickly
under the shades of the trees, met the eyes of the ladies, and in a
moment Edwards and the hunter crossed their path.

“Miss Temple, I may never see you again,” exclaimed the youth; “let me
thank you for all your kindness; you do not, cannot know my motives.”

“Fly! fly!” cried Elizabeth; “the village is alarmed.  Do not be found
conversing with me at such a moment, and in these grounds.”

“Nay, I must speak, though detection were certain,”

“Your retreat to the bridge is already cut off; before you can gain
the wood your pursuers will be there.  If—”

“If what?” cried the youth.  “Your advice has saved me once already; I
will follow it to death.”

“The street is now silent and vacant,” said Elizabeth, after a pause;
“cross it, and you will find my father’s boat in the lake.  It would
be easy to land from it where you please in the hills.”

“But Judge Temple might complain of the trespass.”

“His daughter shall be accountable, sir.”

The youth uttered something in a low voice, that was heard only by
Elizabeth, and turned to execute what she had suggested.  As they were
separating, Natty approached the females, and said:

“You’ll remember the canister of powder, children.  Them beavers must
be had, and I and the pups be getting old; we want the best of
ammunition.”

“Come, Natty,” said Edwards, impatiently.

“Coming, lad, coming.  God bless you, young ones, both of ye, for ye
mean well and kindly to the old man.”

The ladies paused until they had lost sight of the retreating figures,
when they immediately entered the mansion-house.

While this scene was passing in the walk, Kirby had overtaken the
cart, which was his own, and had been driven by Edwards, without
asking the owner, from the place where the patient oxen usually stood
at evening, waiting the pleasure of their master.

“Woa—come hither, Golden,” he cried; “why, how come you off the end of
the bridge, where I left you, dummies?”

“Heave ahead,” muttered Benjamin, giving a random blow with his lash,
that alighted on the shoulder of the other.

“Who the devil be you?” cried Billy, turning round in surprise, but
unable to distinguish, in the dark, the hard visage that was just
peering over the cart-rails.

“Who be I? why, I’m helmsman aboard of this here craft d’ye see, and a
straight wake I’m making of it.  Ay, ay! I’ve got the bridge right
ahead, and the bilboes dead aft: I calls that good steerage, boy.
Heave ahead.”

“Lay your lash in the right spot, Mr. Benny Pump,” said the wood-
chopper, “or I’ll put you in the palm of my hand and box your ears.
Where be you going with my team?”

“Team!”

“Ay.  my cart and oxen,”

“Why, you must know, Master Kirby, that the Leather-Stocking and I—
that’s Benny Pump—you knows Ben?— well, Benny and I—no, me and Benny;
dam’me if I know how ‘tis; but some of us are bound after a cargo of
beaver-skins, d’ye see, so we’ve pressed the cart to ship them ‘ome
in.  I say, Master Kirby, what a lubberly oar you pull—you handle an
oar, boy, pretty much as a cow would a musket, or a lady would a
marling-spike.”

Billy had discovered the state of the steward’s mind, and he walked
for some time alongside of the cart, musing with himself, when he took
the goad from Benjamin (who fell back on the hay and was soon asleep)
and drove his cattle down the street, over the bridge, and up the
mountain, toward a clearing in which he was to work the next day,
without any other interruption than a few hasty questions from parties
of the constables.

Elizabeth stood for an hour at the window of her room, and saw the
torches of the pursuers gliding along the side of the mountain, and
heard their shouts and alarms; but, at the end of that time, the last
party returned, wearied and disappointed, and the village became as
still as when she issued from the gate on her mission to the jail.