Theodore Winthrop

“ Often the course of our fugitives was merely a wood-road, or a cow-path, or an old trail. There were giant boles stopping the way, and prone trunks barricading it. There were bogs and thickets to avoid.
It is bewildering business to travel through a forest in the dark. Jierck Dewitt knew this well. ”

“ Let a man take breff, won’t you?”
“Yes; but speak quick! What did they do with her? Is she left there?”
“Leff thar!” says Voltaire, relapsing into full patois. “Whar would dey leave her? She’s done tied up in a big arm-cheer in de parlor. An’ dar she’ll stay all dis bressed night, jess like a turkey truss up fur to be roast.” And he gave a little, triumphant chuckle, that seemed to remember old cruelties he had suffered at her hands.
Jierck made no answer. He seemed to need breath as much as the negro. He gave a little gasp, and sprang up the hill-side. ”

“ Cedar Ridge is a famous look-out. “What you cannot see from there is not worth seeing,” say the neighbors. It rises some three hundred feet above the level of the river, and surveys highlands north, uplands and lowlands south, with Janus-like vision. ”