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    Chapter 7

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    We are all here!
    Father, mother,
    Sister, brother,
    All who hold each other dear.
    Each chair is fill'd--we're all _at home_;
    To-night let no cold stranger come:
    It is not often thus around
    Our old familiar hearth we're found:
    Bless, then, the meeting and the spot;
    For once be every care forgot;
    Let gentle Peace assert her power,
    And kind Affection rule the hour;
    We're all--all here.

    Sprague.

    Although most of the people retired to their dwellings, or their
    labours, as soon as the captain dismissed them, a few remained to
    receive his farther orders. Among these last were Joel, the carpenter,
    and the blacksmith. These men now joined the chief of the settlement
    and his son, who had lingered near the gateway, in conversation
    concerning the alterations that the present state of things might
    render necessary, in and about the Hut.

    "Joel," observed the captain, when the three men were near enough to
    hear his orders, "this great change in the times will render some
    changes in our means of defence prudent, if not necessary."

    "Does the captain s'pose the people of the colony will attack _us_?"
    asked the wily overseer, with emphasis.

    "Perhaps not the people of the colony, Mr. Strides, for we have not
    _yet_ declared ourselves their enemies; but there are other foes, who
    are more to be apprehended than the people of the colony."

    "I should think the king's troops not likely to trouble themselves to
    ventur' here--the road might prove easier to come than to return.
    Besides, our plunder would scarce pay for such a march."

    "Perhaps not--but there never has yet been a war in these colonies that
    some of the savage tribes were not engaged in it, before the whites had
    fairly got themselves into line."

    "Do you really think, sir, there can be much serious danger of
    _that_!" exclaimed the major, in surprise.

    "Beyond a question, my son. The scalping-knife will be at work in six
    months, if it be not busy already, should one-half of your reports and
    rumours turn out to be true. Such is American history."


    "I rather think, sir, your apprehensions for my mother and sisters may
    mislead you. I do not believe the American authorities will ever allow
    themselves to be driven into a measure so perfectly horrible and
    unjustifiable; and were the English ministry sufficiently cruel, or
    unprincipled, to adopt the policy, the honest indignation of so humane
    a people would be certain to drive them from power."

    As the major ceased speaking, he turned and caught the expression of
    Joel's countenance, and was struck with the look of intense interest
    with which the
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