Chauncey Juddby Israel P. Warren
As David had predicted, he and his comrades were received at his father's with cordiality. Mr. Wooster was that morning engaged in threshing in his barn, accompanied by William Seeley, who was often employed by him as a help on his farm. Seeley, as before stated, had offered to join in the expedition, but for the reasons stated he had been refused. Notwithstanding this, he was ready to congratulate them on their safe return, and impatient to learn the particulars of the affair. Two or three remained a few moments in conversation with him, while the remainder, with their captive, passed on with Mr. Wooster to the house.
It was one of those large, old-fashioned mansions, of which a few remain to this day, capacious enough to meet the wants of the patriarchal households of those times, and to afford room for the spinning and weaving, the brewing and baking, and dairying connected with an extensive farm. It was situated on the eastern side of a broad, deep ravine, through which runs a small tributary of the Longmeadow Brook, upon the road leading from Gunntown to what is now Middlebury. Underneath the house was a large basement kitchen, and a cellar, divided into several compartments for storing fruits and vegetables, and the long rows of cider casks, large and small, supposed in those days to be as indispensable as the beef and pork barrels to the sustenance and comfort of the family through the winter.
Behind the big stone chimney, in the space between it and the outer wall of the basement, was a small apartment, originally designed as a dairy-room, containing a deep well, which supplied water to the rooms above by buckets suspended from the ceiling and descending through both floors. A dim light was admitted by a few panes of glass in the outer wall. This room was separated from the other parts of the basement by brick partitions, and entered only by a door opening outward into the fruit and cider cellar, which in its turn was entered from the kitchen. It had a stone floor, and was evidently constructed for the purpose of being kept cool and dark, for the storage of the milk, butter, and cheese of the dairy. I may add that in all essential respects it remains the same to this day, except that the well is now covered, and the room appears only as one of the ordinary apartments of the old cellar.
Mr. Wooster, having been apprised by the early visit of his son of the coming of the party, and not wishing to expose them to the notice of his numerous family, or of any chance caller or passer-by, had built for them a fire in this large basement kitchen, to which he now conducted them, entering by a back outside door. The aspect of the room under the ruddy glow was most welcome, and they gathered around the huge fireplace with great satisfaction. The day was cold; the sky, which, though clear in the morning, now began to be overcast with heavy clouds, and the damp chill atmosphere betokening a heavy storm.
At David's request, Seeley was dispatched with an ox-team and sled to bring their bundles from Mr. Gunn's barn. This was accomplished without difficulty, a quantity of hay being thrown over them, under which they were effectually concealed from notice.
Though Mr. Wooster's guests now felt themselves measurably safe, they were far from being at ease. The presence of the captive was a restraint upon them all. He knew nothing as yet, beyond his vague suspicions, of the business in which they had been engaged, and they wished, of course, to keep him in ignorance as long as possible. At length David bethought himself of the dairy-room behind the chimney, at that season of the year little used, as a place at once secure and remote from hearing; and at his suggestion, Chauncey was sent in thither, a stool being given him to sit on, and the big oaken latch of the door fastened on the outside, so that it could not be raised by the string from within. It was an admirable place of detention, where, without being subjected to personal violence, he could be kept with absolute security.
Feeling now free to converse, the story of their expedition, so far as they chose to give it, was related to their host, and their packs having arrived, they were opened to show the booty they had obtained. David, disregarding prudential considerations, ran up stairs to show it to his mother. The rich goods - silks, linens, laces, etc., - elicited much admiration, and were freely distributed between Mrs. Wooster and her daughters. There seemed to be no misgiving on their part as to the mode in which they had been obtained. Dayton, they all said, had been a thief himself, and if he now lost his goods in the same way he got them, it served him right. No doubt he would make up the loss in the next piratical cruise, and more too.
It was now noon, and dinner was prepared for the party in the basement. Mr. Wooster brought out, from the old-fashioned buffet in the corner of the front room, a square bottle of West India rum -
good old Jameeky, he assured them, - to which all helped themselves liberally, drinking healths to his majesty King George and his good cause, and confusion to all whigs, rebels and traitors, Congress and Washington included. The good cheer of the table, the genial warmth of the fire, and the success thus far attending their expedition, combined to elevate their spirits, and make them forget for the moment the critical circumstances in which they were placed. Mr. Wooster sent an ample plate of food to the young man in confinement, and even added a glass of liquor, but the poor lad's heart was too heavy for an appetite, and the refreshment was left untasted.
The hour soon passed, and the question returned to them, with renewed force, what they should do next, and especially what disposition they could make of their prisoner. Contrary to all their intentions, it was evident that they could not long remain in Gunntown. Chauncey's disappearance would alarm the neighborhood, to say nothing of a pursuit from Bethany. Again and again did they curse their luck in meeting him that morning, and their still greater folly, as they now saw it, of meddling with him at all. Better have run the risk of letting him go at the time, when the most he could have said would have been that he had met a company of unknown men, - for they could have easily concealed their faces so as not to be recognized, - than to dismiss him now, after he had learned who they were. And yet this, on the whole, seemed the best thing for them now to do. He might easily be detained where he was for a day or two, till they should have time to reach Derby, and be safe beyond pursuit.
This suggestion, however, was at once negatived by Mr. Wooster. It might, he said, do for them, but it would be fatal to him and his family. He had done enough already to bring down upon him the vengeance of the rebel laws, both as an accomplice with burglars, and as privy to and a helper of their intended flight to the British lines, which the legislature had made a felony. No; they must take the lad with them, and put it out of his power to testify against them. Some time after all these things should be settled by the ending of the war, he might, if he was still alive, be permitted to return home.
Those considerations prevailed, and the idea of releasing Chauncey was abandoned. Graham, however, was not satisfied. He had nothing to fear from the release, for he expected soon to be out of the reach of the rebels, any way, but he greatly disliked the thought of taking the lad with them. He would be a restraint and an annoyance in their movements, and a constant source of danger. All the goods that Dayton had would be easier to carry than this one tell-tale Yankee boy.
At length, during the temporary absence of their host from the room, Graham, in a low voice, but with a tone betokening both disgust and impatience, exclaimed vehemently,-
Well, men, I have made up my mind, and you can do as you like. When you agreed to join in this affair, I thought I was enlisting men and not a set of white-livered cowards and sneaks. Here we are shivering in the wind because we are afraid that boy will go and tell of us, when a single click from one of your old queen's arms would settle the matter forever. Who and what is he, I should like to know, that we should hesitate to shoot him, as we would any other rebel engaged in this war? Now, it an't of any use to play the fool any longer. It's got to be done! If you are too soft-hearted to join me, I'll do it myself without your help, and if you won't consent to this, I'll leave you and clear for the island as quick as I can go; and if you ever show your heads there, - as you've got to, for you can't stay here, - you may find a reception that you won't altogether fancy.
A resolute man exerts an influence upon others greater than the intrinsic weight of his words. Graham was such a man, and when thoroughly in earnest, rarely failed of carrying his point. He was older than most under his leadership - perhaps forty-five. A native of Ireland, he had resided before the war in the south, where he first joined the American troops under General Moultrie. He was daring and ambitions and eagerly sought promotion in the army, to which his talents and services, as he thought, justly entitled him. At the same time he was jealous and easy to take offense; and having on one occasion failed to receive the meed of advancement which he coveted, in a fit of anger he foreswore the patriot cause, deserted to the British, by whom he was transferred to the army at New York, where he received a lieutenant's commission, and, as we have seen, was employed in the recruiting service on Long Island, and in the vicinity.
He was a man of some address, and from his age and experience, as well as from his military rank, which was held in great honor in those days, he commanded, for the most part, the ready deference of those under him. So now his forcible statement of the necessity of the act proposed, together with his taunts and threats, began at last to work conviction in the minds of his present comrades. Several, indeed, persisted in opposition, but this only made him the more determined. He jeered at their scruples, he ridiculed their soft-heartedness, as he called it, declaring they were milk-sops and jelly-bags, with numerous other epithets far from complimentary, and set off with expletives of the choicest Satanic vocabulary, till at last, silenced, if not convinced, they desisted from their opposition, and yielded their assent to his proposal.