Gen. P. "Crosby felt quite satisfied with his success; but not more so, than the committee of safety. They sent for him—told him he had done his country real service, and wished to know what his plans were.
"'You are going to enlist into the army, are you?' asked Mr. Jay.
"'I am,' replied Crosby. 'My country needs my services, and she shall have them.'
"'Your resolution is honourable,' said Mr. Jay—'but may you not be of greater service, in another way? We have enemies among us—secret foes—who are plotting our ruin. We need information respecting them. We wish for some one, who has prudence and skill—one, who will go round the country—who will find out where these men live—where they meet and form their plans. It is a dangerous service,—but, then, thereward.'
"'I care not for danger,' said Crosby—'my country is dear to me. My life is at her service. Sir, I will go—but—butone thingI ask—onlyone—if I fall, do justice to my memory. Let the world know, that Enoch Crosby was inyourservice—in the service of hiscountry—and that he fell a martyr to the cause ofliberty.'
"'It shall be done,' said Mr. Jay—'we pledge it, by our sacred honour.'
"'But,' continued he to Crosby, 'let no man know your secret—no, not even should you be taken. If you are ever taken by the Americans, as belonging to the British, we will help you to escape—but, if you cannot let us know, here is a paper, which in the last extremity, you may show, and it will save you.'"
William"What did that paper contain?"
Gen. P. "It was what is called apass—it was signed by the committee of safety; and ordered, that the person who had it should be suffered to pass without injury.
"In a few days, Crosby was ready. He had provided himself with apeddlar's pack, in which he had put a set of shoemaker's tools. His design was to go round the country, and work at his trade; and, at the same time, to get such information as might be useful to his employers."
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"Not long after he set out upon his adventures, he arrived just at evening at a small house, at which he knocked, hoping to procure a night's lodging.
"It was some time before he was heard. At length a girl came, and inquired his errand.
"'I wish for a lodging to-night,' said Crosby—'if it may be'—
"'I don't know, sir,' replied the girl—'I'll go and ask mother.'
"The girl soon reappeared, and bade him walk in. On reaching the kitchen, he made known his wishes, to the mistress of the family.
"'Lodgings! sir—did you ask for lodgings? we don't keep lodgings here, sir.'
"'I suppose not, madam,' said Crosby, in a kind manner—'but I am quite fatigued, and thought, perhaps, you would let me stay till morning.'
"'I don't know but what you may. The man is gone from home. There's such work now-a-days, that a body don't know nothing what to say or do—pray, what do you carry in that huge pack?'
"'In this pack, madam? only some shoemaker's tools. I am a shoemaker, madam—perhaps, you have some work for me to do? I'll take it off with your leave.'
"'Well, do as you please. Our John wants a pair of shoes; and perhaps the man of the house will give you the job when he comes home.'
"'I shall be glad to do it,' said Crosby. 'Madam, have you heard thenews?'
"'What news?'
"'Why, that Washington is on the retreat, and that the British army is pursuing him, and likely to overtake him.'
"'Ah! that's good news,' exclaimed the old lady, 'you may stay here to-night. Sally! Sally! here get this man some supper—he brings good news—I hope the rebels every one will be shot. Sally!—make up the best bed. Here's a chair—sit down, sir; and make yourself at home.
"Crosby accordingly took a seat. Supper was soon ready, and he eat heartily.
"When he had done, he drew his chair to the fire, about which time, the man of the house came in. He was told thegoodnews by his wife, and Crosby was made welcome.
"The evening was spent in talking about the war, and the prospects of the country. The host proved himself a firm tory, and wondered that Crosby and every one else should not think and feel precisely as he did.
"'Have you many of your way of thinking in these parts?' inquired Crosby.
"'That we have,' replied the host—'more than we shall have a few days hence.'
"'I hope so,' whispered Crosby to himself. 'But, sir, how so?' inquired he, with some surprise.
"'Why,' replied the host, 'you must know that we've a company nearly ready to march. I guess they'll go the sooner, now that the British are after Washington. They'll wish to get there in time to see some of the fun.'
"'Could you introduce me to some of the company?' asked Crosby.
"'That I can. You'd better join them. I'll tell you what—you'll have good pay and short work.'
"The following morning, after breakfast, the host took Crosby abroad, and introduced him to the captain of the tory company, as one who, perhaps, might be persuaded to enlist.
"'Would you like to enlist?' asked the captain—at the same time running his eye over the stout frame of Crosby.
"'I would like to see your muster-roll, first,' replied Crosby."
Henry. "Pray, father, what is a muster-roll?"
Gen. P. "A paper, my son, on which the names of the soldiers are registered."
Henry. "Why did Crosby wish to see that?"
Gen. P. "I was going to tell you. He wished to ascertain who had joined the company."
William. "Did the captain show him the roll?"
Gen. P. "Yes; and carefully did Crosby run over the names.
"'Will you join us?' asked the captain, when Crosby had finished looking at the roll.
"'They are all strangers to me,' said Crosby, 'and besides, I fear that the roll may fall into the hands of the Americans—then, what will become of us?'
"'No fear of that,' said the captain. 'Come with me, and see how we manage.'
"Crosby was now led into a large meadow, at no great distance, in which stood a large stack of hay.
"'Look at this stack, sir—what do you think of this?'
"'It is monstrous,' said Crosby. 'Why so much hay in one stack?'
"'Not so much neither, replied the captain, 'it isn't every one that knows how to manage—here, take a look inside,' at the same time drawing aside some long hay, which concealed an apartment within.
"Crosby started. The stack was hollow—capable of holding at least fifty men."
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"'Ha! ha! ha!' roared out the captain, 'you are afraid the muster roll will fall into bad hands—are you? Well, what think you now? Is that likely, when we know how to manage? Many a rebel has passed by this stack, but he hadn't brains enough to think what was inside. Come, my good fellow, shall I enter your name?'
"'I'll think of it,' said Crosby, 'and let you know soon.'
"While Crosby was apparently making up his mind, the day passed by. He was still at the captain's, who invited him to spend the night. This invitation was accepted, and at an early hour, he retired to rest.
"But he could not sleep. What should he do? He thought—pondered— hesitated—but at length, resolved. Midnight came. He rose, and having put on his clothes, softly passed from his chamber down stairs. At every step he listened—all was still—without disturbing even the wary captain, he left the premises, and was soon on his way towards White Plains.
"An hour or two brought him to the residence of Mr. Jay, whom he called from his bed, and to whom he related what he knew. A plan was soon concerted, by which to take the whole company. This being settled, Crosby hastened back; and, before any one was up at the captain's, was safely, and without having excited suspicion, in his bed.
"In the course of the day, he was strongly urged to enlist—but he wished to see the company together, he said. 'You shall see them together,' said the captain, 'it would be well to meet—we must arrange matters before we go.'
"A hasty summons, was therefore, sent round, and before nine o'clock that night, the whole company had assembled;—it was a season of great joy among them—the rebels, they said, were so depressed, that they would have but little to do, but to march down and see them ground arms.
"'Well, Mr. Crosby,' bawled out the captain, 'what say you? will you go with us, and'—
"'Hark! hark! hark!' exclaimed a soldier, who sat near the door—'I hear horses approaching.'
"'Out with the lights!—out with the lights!' said the captain— 'silence every man—keep your places.'
"At this moment, a loud rap was heard at the door—soon after which it was thrown open, and the word 'surrender,' uttered by an officer, came in like a peal of thunder.
"'Who are you?' demanded the tory captain, rising with some effort— his knees trembling under him.
"'Who am I!' uttered the same voice, 'you will soon know who I am, unless you surrender—you are surrounded—you are prisoners.'
"Dismay now filled the company. They rose, and in the darkness which pervaded the room, attempted to escape. In the haste and confusion, chairs were broken—benches overturned—pitchers and tumblers dashed in pieces—some plunged from the windows, and were taken—others felt their way up chamber, and hid in the garret, while several, in attempting to reach the cellar, were plunged headlong upon the bottom.
"In a little time, however, matters were more quiet. The horsemen had surrounded the house, and none could escape. From their hiding places they were, at length, dragged—poor Crosby with the rest—and tied together in pairs, were marched to the village of White Plains."
Gen. P. "Crosby was now a prisoner and"—
Henry. "Pray, father, may I interrupt you to inquire why Crosby did not tell who he was, and in that way escape?"
Gen. P. "The committee of safety had given him orders at no time to tell his secret, unless he was likely to suffer death. Had it been known, that persons of this character were abroad in the country, no traveller would have been safe.
"On the arrival of the party, at White Plains, the prisoners were examined privately, one by one, and ordered to be marched to Fishkill, a small village, near the Hudson, about seventy miles from New York. Crosby underwent an examination also—but when he came before the committee, they highly commended him—told him that he must go as if a prisoner to Fishkill; but, in a little time, they would provide for his escape.
"On the following morning, the whole party were early on their way up the river. On reaching Fort Montgomery, near Peekskill, a short halt was made, and here Crosby met with one of the most trying incidents of his life.
"On entering the fort, whom should he see before him, but his former schoolmaster—a worthy man, who had often been at his father's, while teaching the village school in Southeast. And well did that schoolmaster know the attachment of old Mr. Crosby to American liberty—yet, here was his son, among a set of tories and a prisoner.
"The schoolmaster started back, with a kind of horror, and even Crosby was for a moment nearly overcome.
"'Is this possible?' exclaimed the schoolmaster, 'do my eyes serve me? Enoch Crosby! Why do I see you thus?'
"Crosby advanced, and taking his old friend by the hand, replied, 'you see me just as I am—among tories, and a prisoner—but—I have no explanations to offer."
"'No explanations!' uttered the other—'are you, then, indeed, an enemy to your country? Oh! your poor old father, Enoch—it will bring down his gray hairs with sorrow to the grave when he hears of this.'
"For a moment, Crosby felt a faintness come over him—his father! he loved him—revered him—but he could not explain—it would not do—he, therefore, only replied, that God was his judge, and the time might come, when things would appear otherwise than they did.
"In the midst of this conversation—painful and unsatisfactory to both, the drum sounded 'the roll,' and Crosby had time only to press the hand of his old friend, which he did with affection. He was soon on his way—sadly depressed for a time, lest his father should hear his story, without the appropriate explanation; but he comforted himself that he was doing his duty to his country—and, perhaps, thought he, a few months may give us the victory, and then my father and friends will know all, and will love me the better for the part I am acting.
"The party at length reached Fishkill, and were conducted to an old Dutch church, where they were confined and strictly watched.
"Within a few days, the committee of safety arrived in the village, to examine the prisoners more strictly. Crosby, in his turn, was summoned to appear. But in respect to him, the committee only consulted how he might escape. There were difficulties in every plan they could think of—there was danger—great danger; yet they could not appear to favour him—and their advice to him was, to run the hazard of an attempt by night, in the best way he could contrive. And should he be so fortunate as to escape, he might find a safe retreat with a Mr. ——, who lived at some distance.
"Crosby, at length, thought of a plan. Near the north-west corner of the church was a window, from which he contrived to draw the fastenings, so that he could open it. Near this window, stood a large willow tree, whose deep shade would conceal him till he could have opportunity to escape unobserved.
"The night, at length, approached, in which he determined to put his plan into execution. But what if he should fail?—it might be the last of his earthly existence.
"About dark, the sentinels were stationed, as usual, round the house. They were four in number.
"Before midnight, all was still. Officers and soldiers were asleep. Crosby rose, and holding his chains, so that they should not clink, crept softly to the window, which he raised. Fast did his heart beat, while doing this—but faster still as he slid to the ground, beneath the willow tree.
"A sentinel was at no great distance. For a moment, he stopped— arrested by the noise—he even turned—listened—looked—but all was now silent there—and thinking himself mistaken, he sung aloud 'All's well,' and onward he marched, still farther from the place of Crosby's concealment.
"Now, thought he, is the moment—the only moment, perhaps, which I shall have; creeping on his hands and feet, he reached the grave yard, a stone's throw from the church, and here behind a tombstone, succeeded in loosing his chains.
"When this was done, he watched the moment to make his escape. A thick swamp, he knew, was at no great distance; but the darkness of the night made haste dangerous. Yet in rapidity lay his only hope.
"He prepared, therefore, to run the hazard. And seizing the moment, when the sentinel had turned in an opposite direction, he bounded forth and fled—a ball passed him before he had reached many rods,— and now another—and still another—yet a merciful providence protected him; and, before the garrison could be roused, he was wallowing deep in the mud of a swamp;—but he was safe—quite safe from pursuers."
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Gen. P. "The escape of Crosby was a hair-breadth one, and well did he know it. He felt himself indeed safe from his pursuers, but his situation was no comfortable one—up to his knees in mud, and without a shelter for the night.
"He determined, therefore, to grope his way through the swamp; and, if possible, to reach the dwelling of Mr. —— before morning. This he found a difficult task. Bushes and briers and quagmires impeded his course; and several times he was on the point of giving up the effort, and waiting till day light. By slow degrees, however, he went forward—sometimes, indeed, sinking unexpectedly deep into the mud; or, when he thought himself firm on a bog—sliding away, and coming down upon all fours. At length it was his good fortune, to emerge from the thicket, in an hour or so from which, he knocked at the door of the gentleman to whom he had been referred by the committee of safety.
"Mr. —— had been informed, that he might be expected that night, and was accordingly still up. A good supper was in readiness for him, and heartily did the gentleman congratulate him on his escape.
"When he had finished his meal—'Well,' said the gentleman, 'I have an important message to deliver to you.'
"'What is it?' inquired Crosby.
"'The committee of safety wish you to cross the Hudson immediately, where you are to take measures to seize an English officer, and a company of tories whom he has enlisted on that side.'
"'Cross to-night?' asked Crosby.
"'Immediately,' replied Mr. —— 'no time is to be lost. You are fatigued—but once on the other side, you will be more safe, and can take rest.'
"'I will go,' said Crosby.
"'And I will set you across myself,' said the gentleman, 'it is only a short distance.'
"Accordingly they proceeded to the river, where a boat was in readiness, in which they soon reached the opposite shore.
"Having received the necessary directions, Crosby now proceeded on his course; and, by the hour of breakfast, had reached the ground where he was to begin his operations.
"At a farm house, near where he found himself he obtained a comfortable breakfast; after finishing which, he made himself known as a shoemaker, and begged employment.
"'Why,' said the farmer, 'just at present, we are pretty well shod.'
"'Well,' observed Crosby, 'perhaps you have other work, about which you can employ me. I can turn my hand to almost any kind of farming business.'
"'No doubt—no doubt,' said the farmer, 'you are no fool—from Yankee land, I guess—no matter—well, I don't care if you stay a couple of days, or so, and help me and my wife kill hogs, and a few such notions.'
"Terms were soon settled, and Crosby proved quite knowing and helpful."
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"What noise is that?' asked Crosby, while he and the farmer were at work—'can it be thunder?'
"'More like cannon,' said the farmer—'loud talk below, I rather guess.'
"'Hard times for Washington just now,' observed Crosby, 'andsomethink pretty justly.'
"'Why,' said the farmer, 'why—it won't do to speak all one thinks— but—well—why don'tyouturn soldier—you look as though you could fight, upon apinch?'
"'Well, I think, I might,' said Crosby. 'Have you any place of enlistment hereabouts, that a body could join, if one were so minded?'
"'Why,' replied the farmer, 'I don't know but I could put you in a way, if you are one of the right sort of men.'
"'What sort do you wish?' inquired Crosby.
"'Oh, lower party men—they are more fashionable hereabouts.'
"'Well, I like to be in the fashion, wherever I am,' observed Crosby.
"'Good!' said the farmer, 'do you see yonder mountain, west?'
"'I do,' replied Crosby.
"'Well, if you wish to see as fine a fellow as ever carried sword, there is your man, and right glad would he be of your bone and muscle—good pay—light work, I tell you.'
"'Can I be introduced to him?' asked Crosby.
"'That you can—to-night—I've shown many a lad like yourself the way to make a fortune.'
"In the evening the farmer was as good as his word. Giving Crosby a wink, they went forth, shaping their course towards the mountain, about half way up which, they came to a huge rock, which jutted over with threatening aspect; but was prevented from falling, by several forest trees, against which it rested."
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"Here the farmer, taking his cane, struck several smart blows upon the rock. Instantly, a kind of trap door was opened, and an English captain appeared, with a lantern.
"'Captain!' whispered the farmer, 'here's as brave a lad as you have seen this many a day—good bye.'
"'Well, my lad,' said the captain, 'do you understand burrowing?'
"'Not much of the wood chuck about me,' replied Crosby, 'more of the fox—I can enter burrows already made.'
"'Well! see whether your skill can contrive to enter here,' pointing to a small hole, leading into a cavern.
"'Tight work, I believe,' said Crosby, forcing his huge frame through the opening, followed by the captain, who, from the smallness of his size, slipped down with more ease.
"'Quite a comfortable apartment, captain,' observed Crosby, casting his eye round upon the interior, 'and not likely to starve very soon, one would judge, from the good things on your table.'
"'Help yourself to what you like,' said the captain, 'his majesty's friends provide well—good fare—no charges.'
"Crosby had but just supped—but tempted by the fare, somewhat superior to that which he had seen at the farmer's, he seated himself at the table, while the liberal hand of the captain was not backward in replenishing his plate, as often as it was emptied.
"'Do you leave here soon?' inquired Crosby.
"'To-morrow, I hope,' said the captain. 'I have burrowed here long enough. Much longer—and I shall haveclawsin good earnest.'
"'Your company is full, then?'
"'Room for one or two more. What say you, shall I enter your name?'
"'When and where does the company meet, before marching?' inquired Crosby.
"'On Tuesday evening, at the barn of Mr. S——; what say you, will you be present?'
"'I will,' replied Crosby.
"'Done!' said the captain—'now turn in; and in the morning, go back to farmer B——'s, and be ready to meet us, at the time and place appointed.'
"On the following morning, which was Saturday, Crosby returned to his employer, with whom he concluded to stay, till the appointed time of marching.
"Much now depended on good management. News of the above arrangement must he sent to the committee of safety, and as early as possible. At some distance from farmer B——'s, Crosby had ascertained there lived an honest old whig, whom he determined to employ to carry a letter to Mr. Jay, then at Fishkill.
"Accordingly, having prepared a letter, he hastened, on the setting in of evening, to fulfil his purpose. In this he succeeded to his wishes; and, before the usual hour of rest, had returned, without exciting the suspicion of any one.
"The important Tuesday evening, at length, arrived, and brought together, at the appointed place, the captain and about thirty tories.
"Crosby was early on the spot, and before eleven, he was the only individual of the whole class, who was not quietly asleep.
"At length, some one without was heard by him to cough. This being the signal agreed upon, Crosby coughed in return; and the next minute, the barn was filled with a body of captain Townsend's celebrated rangers;—'surrender!' exclaimed Townsend, in a tone, which brought every tory upon his feet—'surrender! or, by the life of Washington, you'll not see day light again.'
"It was in vain to resist, and the English officer delivered up his sword.
"'Call your muster-roll,' ordered Capt. Townsend.
"The Englishman did as directed; and, at length, came to the name ofEnoch Crosby.
"No one answered. Crosby had concealed him self, with the hope of escaping—but, finding this impossible, he presented himself before Captain Townsend, and Col. Duer, one of the committee of safety, who was present.
"'Ah! is it you, Crosby?' asked Townsend. 'You had light heels at Fishkill; but, my word for it, you will find them heavy enough after this.'
"'Who is he?' inquired Col. Duer, as if he knew him not, though he knew him well, yet not daring to recognize him.
"'Who is he!' exclaimed Townsend, 'Enoch Crosby, sir—like an eel, slipping out of one's finger's as water runs down hill—but he'll not find it so easy a matter to escape again.'
"The party were soon on their way to Fishkill, where they arrived in the course of an hour or two, and lodged their prisoners in the old Dutch church.
"Crosby was not thus fortunate. Townsend's quarters were at some distance, and to these Crosby was quite civilly invited to go, as the captain declared, that he wished to have him under his own eye.
"On his arrival, Crosby was placed in a room by himself—was heavily ironed, and a trusty guard detached to see that he came to 'noharm,' as the captain said.
"During the expedition, which had occupied some twelve or fourteen hours, the company had fasted. Supper was therefore prepared with some haste, after the return of the officer, who, on sitting down, fairly gorged himself with food and wine.
"About midnight Crosby was unexpectedly awakened, by a gentle shake. On opening his eyes, whom should he see before him but a female, who assisted in doing the work of the family. 'Here, Enoch Crosby.' said she, 'rise and follow me—say nothing—hold fast your chains."
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"Crosby was not at first satisfied, whether it were a dream or a reality; but quite willing to make his escape, he rose as he was bid, and followed her.
"As they passed from the room,therelay the sentinel, extended at full length, dreaming of battles, it might be, but certainly, very quiet as to the safety of his prisoner.
"'Some virtue inMiller's opiates,' whispered the girl.
"'That's the secret, is it?' asked Crosby, in rather a louder tone than was pleasant to his attendant.
"'Hush! hush!' said she, 'or the Philistines will be upon you.'"
Henry. "Pray, father, what did she mean by Miller's opiates?"
Gen. P. "Miller was a physician in those parts, and kept an apothecary's store. By some means, the girl had obtained from him anodyne or sleeping potions, which she had put into the food, or drink, of both the captain and his sentinels.
"'They sleep well,' said Crosby, on descending from the chamber to the first floor, where he could hear the loud breathing of the captain.
"'I hope they'll sleep till morning,' rejoined the girl. 'Stay! a moment, till I put the key of your door into the captain's pocket.'
"'What?' asked Crosby, 'does he keep the key himself?'
"'Yes, indeed,' replied the girl. 'He was determined that you should play no more yankee tricks, as he said, while underhiscare.'
"'He must have thought me a man of some contrivance, to take such precaution.'
"'Oh!' said the girl, 'I've often heard him call youthe—a bad name—at least, he said he believed that you and the old boy understood one another pretty well.'
"'I wonder what he'll thinknow?' said Crosby.
"The key being once more safely in the pocket of the Captain, the girl conducted Crosby out of the door, and pointing towards a mountain lying to the west, now but just discernible.
"'Hasten thither,' said she, 'and lie concealed till the coming search is over.'
"'But tell me,' said Crosby, 'before I go, how will you escape suspicion?'
"'Oh!' said the girl, laughing, 'never fear for me. I shall be out of harm's way before morning.'
"'One more question,' said Crosby—'who put it into your heart to deliver me?'
"'Jay is your friend,' said she,—waving her head—'farewell.'
"To Crosby, the whole was now plain. With a light heart, he directed his course towards the mountain pointed out; and before morning, he was safely hid in some of its secret recesses.
"Capt. Townsend awoke at his usual hour, having slept away the anodyne potion which had been administered to him. The key to Crosby's door was still in his pocket—and not a suspicion had ever entered his mind, that Crosby himself was not safely in his room.
"The hour at length coming, when Crosby's meal was to be given, Townsend himself opened the door—he started back, on looking in, and seeing no one—'what!' exclaimed he, 'empty!—impossible!—here!' vociferated he, in a tone of thunder, 'Sentinel, what is the meaning of all this?' But no one could tell—no noise had been heard—the shutters of the room were safely closed—the door was locked—the key was in his pocket.
"Due search was now made. Every nook and corner were examined; but not a trace of the vagrant was discovered.
"'Well!' said the captain, 'I thought Crosby and the —— were inleague—now I know it.'"
Gen. P. "Crosby, as I said, was in a safe retreat, on the mountain, before morning."
William. "Were any measures adopted to retake him?"
Gen. P. "No very active measures, probably—but Townsend declared, that if Crosby should ever fall in his way again, he would give him a halter forthwith.
"During the following night, our hero descended the mountain, in a southerly direction; and at a late breakfast hour, the next morning, came to a farm house, the kind mistress of which gave him a comfortable meal.
"For several days from this time, Crosby wandered round the country, without any certain object. He greatly wished for an interview with the Committee of Safety; but the attempt he found would be hazardous, until the troops in the immediate neighbourhood of Fishkill should be sent on some expedition, at a distance.
"This was a gloomy period for Crosby. Although conscious of toiling in a good cause, and of promoting the interests of his country—somehow, he felt alone—not a friend had he to whom he could unbosom his cares—and often was he houseless, and in want. Besides, he began to be known—to be suspected; and the double and treble caution, which he found it necessary to exercise, made his employment almost a burden.
"While maturing some plan, by which he could effect an interview with the Committee of Safety, he called, just at evening, at a farm house, and requested a night's lodging. This was readily granted him, and he laid aside his pack, thankful to find a resting place, after the toils of the day.
"It was not long, before two very large men, armed with muskets, entered the house. One of them started on seeing Crosby, and whispered something to his companion, to which the latter apparently assented.
"Then, turning to Crosby—'I have seen you before, I think, sir?' said he.
"'Probably,' replied Crosby, 'though I cannot say that I recollect you.'
"'Perhaps not—but I am sure you were not long since at Fishkill? ha?'"
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"'The very fellow!' exclaimed the other—'you recollect how he escaped—seize him!'
"In a moment, the strong hand of the first was laid upon him, and his grasp was the grasp of an Anakim—and though Crosby might have been a match for him alone,—prudence forbade resistance—they were two—he was but one;—they were armed with muskets—he had no weapon about him.
"'To-morrow,' said the principal, 'you shall go to head quarters, where, my word for it, you'll swing without much ceremony. The committee will never take the trouble to try you again, and Townsend declares that he wishes only to come once more within gun shot of you.'
"'Is it so?' asked Crosby.
"'Even so'—replied the stranger—'your time is short.'
"Crosby was seldom alarmed—butnowhe could perceive real danger. Could he be fairly tried he might escape—but to be delivered into Townsend's hands, and perhaps the Committee of Safety at a distance— he might, indeed, come to harm.
"He hadoneresort—he could show hispass, and it might save him. Accordingly, drawing it forth, he presented it to his captors; 'Read that,' said he, 'and then say, whether I am worthy of death.'
"Astonishment sat on the countenances of both while they read the pass. When it was finished, the principal observed, 'I am satisfied— we have been deceived—others are deceived also;—you are at liberty to go where you please. This is the hand-writing of Mr. Jay—I know it well.'
"Crosby might, perhaps, have staid where he was through the night—but his feelings were such, that he preferred to seek other lodgings. Accordingly, shouldering his pack, he set forth in quest of a resting place; which at the distance of a couple of miles, he was so fortunate as to obtain.
"But he was destined to other troubles. Scarcely had he laid aside his pack, and taken a seat near a comfortable fire, before a man entered, whom he was sure that he had seen before.
"At the same time, the stranger cast upon him an eye of deep scrutiny, and increasing severity.
"'A cool evening abroad'—observed Crosby.
"The stranger made no reply—but springing upon his feet, darted upon him, like a fiend.
"'Now, I know you'—exclaimed he—'I thought it was you. You are the villain who betrayed us to the Committee of Safety. Clear out from the house quickly, or I'll call one of my neighbours, who says that if he ever sees you again, he'll suck your very heart's blood.'
"'Ah!' said Crosby, quite calm and collected—'perhaps'—
"'Leave this house instantly'—vociferated the man, now nearly choked with rage—'but before you go, take one pounding.'
"'A pounding!' exclaimed Crosby, in contempt—'Come then,'—rising like a lion from his lair—'Come,'—said he, at the same time rolling up his sleeves, and showing a pair of fists, which resembled a trip-hammer for hardness.
"'Come on, and I'll try you a pull'—the muscles of his arm contracting, and lying out like cart-ropes the whole length—from shoulder to wrist—and his countenance, at the same time, looking as terrific as a madman's—'Come on,' said he."
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"'Why! we-we-ll—upon the whole'—said the man—'I—I—think I'll let you off, if you'll never set foot here again.'
"'I'll promise no such thing,' said Crosby. 'I'm willing to go— indeed, I would, not stay in such a habitation as this; but I'll not be driven.'
"Crosby well knew that prudence required his departure; and with some deliberation, he shouldered his pack once more, and with a short 'good by'—left the house. At the distance of a mile, he found lodgings where he slept unmolested.
"On the following morning, he ascertained that the Committee of Safety were alone at Fishkill—the troops having gone abroad on some expedition. Seizing the opportunity of their absence, he crossed the river, and was soon at the residence of Mr. Duer.
"That Crosby was in more than ordinary danger in traversing the country, was apparent both to himself and Mr. Duer. He was advised, therefore, to repair to an honest old Dutchman's, who lived in a retired place, some miles distant, and there wait until farther orders.
"Accordingly, being furnished with a complete set of tools, he proceeded to the appointed place, and was so fortunate as to find ample employ for some time, under the very roof of his host.
"A few days only, however, had elapsed, when an express arrived, bringing him a letter from Mr. Duer.
"The worthy old Dutchman was quite curious to know from whom the letter came, and what was its purport.
"'Val,' said he, knocking the ashes from his pipe—'you know tee shentlemen of tee armee? Vat for tey rite you?—eh?'
"Crosby waived an answer as well as he was able, informing his host that he must be absent a short time, when he would return, and finish the shoes.
"'Val,' said the Dutchman, 'how you go?—on shank's mare? You no trudge so—you nebber get tere. Here, you Hauns! Puckle tee pest shaddle on mine horse, and pring him to tee horse plock tirectly—you hear?'
"The horse was brought out accordingly, and Crosby was soon on his way to Fishkill. On his arrival, circumstances existed, which rendered it imprudent for him to tarry, and he was directed to go to Dr. Miller's, who kept an apothecary's shop at some distance, and there wait the arrival of one of the Committee of Safety.
"On reaching the place, he inquired for Dr. Miller, who he was told was absent. This information was given him by a girl, whom he was sure he had seen before, but where he could not recollect.
"'If you wish to trade,' said the girl, 'I can wait upon you. Perhaps you would like some of Dr. Miller's opiates. You recollect they are quite powerful.'
"Crosby was on the point of exclaiming. But the girl whispered him to be silent. 'These men,' said she, 'who are around us, arewhigs, but you must not let your name be known.'
"While thus conversing, and listening to the conversation of several men, at the fire, a stranger entered the shop, and inquired for a vial of medicine. Crosby recognized that it was Mr. Jay—so slipping out of the door, he pretended to be admiring the stranger's fine horse, when Mr. Jay came out; and, as he mounted, whispered to Crosby to return to the Dutchman's, and wait for farther orders.
"Accordingly, he soon after left Miller's, and before night was again at his quarters.
"'Sho, ten, you cot pack'—said the Dutchman as Crosby rode into the yard—the smoke at the same time running in a fine curl from his mouth.
"'Safe home again,' replied Crosby.
"'Yaw, tee horse pe true—true—he vill ride any potty rite to mine ouse. Hauns! here—take off his shaddle—rup him toun mit a whisp of shtraw—tont let him trink till he coutch'd cuoold.'
"A few days from this time, Crosby received definite instructions from the Committee of Safety, to repair to Vermont, on a secret expedition; and as no time was to be lost, he was obliged to bid his host adieu, quite suddenly.
"'Can you direct me the road to S——,' asked Crosby.
"'To S——? Yaw—you see dat road pon de hel?'
"'O, yes,' said Crosby, 'I see it.'"
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"'Val, you musht not take dat roat. But, I tell you vat, you musht go right straight by the parn, and vere you see yon roat dat crooks just so—see here'—bending his elbow—'you must go right strait—ten you vill turn de potato patch round, de pridge over, and de river up stream, and de hel up; and tirectly you see mine prother Haunse's parn shingled mit straw; dat's his house, vare mine prother Schnven lives. He'll tell you so petter as I can. And you go little farther, you see two roats—you musht not take bote of 'em—understand?'
"'Quite plain! quite plain!' said Crosby—adding in a low tone to himself, 'that you are a Dutchman. Well, friend, good morning.'"
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"We shall not attempt to follow Crosby on his northern tour; nor to relate the many adventures with which he met during his absence. He proved of great service to the cause of his country; but often suffered much by being taken with tories, whose capture he was instrumental in effecting.
"At length he returned to the theatre of his former operations, but he was now suspected by the tories of being a secret friend to the whigs, and opposed to the royal cause. He was, therefore, narrowly watched, and even found it necessary to hide himself at a brother-in-law's in the Highlands. Nor was he even here secure, for on the second night after reaching his brother-in-law's residence, a musket was discharged through the window at him, the ball of which grazed his neck, and tore the collar of his coat.
"It was apparent from this circumstance that his retreat was known; but it was rendered quite certain a few nights after, by the appearance of an armed gang at the door, who having burst in, dragged Crosby's brother-in-law from the bed, and demanded where Crosby slept.
"This information, for a time, was refused; but at length, death was threatened, in case of refusal, and his bed chamber was pointed out.
"Crosby heard the coming of the assailants, and sprung to his gun; but, before he could reach it, a ruffian had snapped a pistol at his head. Fortunately, it missed fire—butnowa most desperate engagement followed, in which Crosby showed the most astonishing strength and agility—but numbers, at length, overpowered him, and he was left for dead.
"Life, however, was not extinct. And after the ruffians had retired, Crosby in a measure came to himself; but months passed away before he was able to resume the business, in which he had been engaged. Indeed, after this period, less was required. The long and bloody contest was in a measure drawing to a close. Liberty, for which so many had fought and bled, was destined to take up her delightful abode on the American soil.
"But had the same necessity existed, it was apparent that Crosby must be released. It was becoming dangerous for him to be seen abroad. He was known to many, to whose capture he had been directly instrumental. Such were of course bitter against him, and needed only an opportunity to wreak their vengeance upon him. Yet he continued with the army some time longer. At length his time of service expired, upon which he returned to South-East, where he still lives."
William. "What! alive yet, father?"
Gen. P. "Yes, still living, and enjoying the pleasant reflection that millions are freemen, whom he helped to make free—but who, without his labours, and those of kindred spirits, might this day be doing homage to British power."
The End.